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August 29, 2003
Happy Friday!
I am so excited for the long weekend. I backed out of camping, and now plan to do, well, not much. It should be great!
Well, I have been reading all of these birth stories, and decided to post my own. Miranda, my dear, you had an exciting birth, and I want to remember every moment.
First of all I will mention that my Sis in law has been delivering babies (works in ob) for years, and I had all my faith in her. After all, what do we know? All I cared about was her getting there, because she KNOWS! She also saw to it that I got the good nurse (Thanks Terri) and the good room. I might mention, Miranda's b-day is on Sep. 12, 1999. So is every other child's in this town. What can I say, it was a long, cold winter here, he he!
Well, it started around 6pm. My husband and I had cleaned and put up Halloween decorations that day, and put out mums. We love fall and Halloween, and we were thrilled. WE were goint to see the movie Stigmata that evening. Before we left, I just went in the nursery, where everything was exactally in place, and just sat for a while. I was not due for 10 more days.
WE went to the movies, and I did not feel the baby move the entire time. I ate popcorn and drank soda, and nothing. We had watched Star Wars a couple of weeks before, and the baby had went nuts then. I was officially scared and feeling something was definitely wrong. After the movie, I cried the entire way home. I call my sis in law when I got home, and she told me to drink some juice and wait a few more mins. If nothing, go to the ER. I waited, and nothing but sheer pain. I felt like someone was ripping me apart. What I now know is that is was in the middle of the first stage of labor.
Well, we went to the ER on her advise, where they esentially laughed at me. They checked me, and this B**ch of a nurse informed me that I only had a bladder infection and they would see me in about 20 days. They would not dream of interrupting the doctor on a Sat. night for this. Well, I cried because I thought if this was not labor, I would never be able to be in labor, too much pain. They told me to go buy some Tylenol and go to bed.
Needless to say, when we got home I hung over the couch end and cried. I told my husband to go away and leave me be. I was dying here, for sure dont touch me. Well, about 2.5 more hours of this, and my sis in law decided that I need to go back. Shift change was over, and she wanted me to be rechecked. She lives pretty far, and the hospital was about 5 mins. away. So we went back.
Needless to say, they were alot nicer this time around. The nurse aide was a girl I went to high school with, and I told her I was dying. She hooked me up and they checked me, and yup, I was in active labor and dialated to 3.5. Not only was I in labor, I had to stay, a baby was coming this day!! By then it was Sunday.
I have to mention something funny about on the way to the hospital on the way there. Please dont take offence, it was just a funny moment. It is 1:30, when the bars close, and we had to pass a gay bar on the way to the hospital. The bar is on one side,and the parking lot on the other. Well, drag queens were standing in the middle of the road, carrying purses and wearing heals, and my DH is screaming out the window "Move it Queens, we just need to go to the hospital, we are having a baby"! I just cracked up, I mean really, I am sure they would have moved in a miniute. It really was hilarious.
The other problem was my family. Everyone was out of town, my family and his. Both at the same place (not together) about 4.5 hours away. Well, we started calling. My mom and sis had wanted me to go with them, and I had just had a feeling to say no, I wanted to be near the hospital. Thank goodness! My mom begged me just to wait a few hours, my DH explained I did not have so much control over this, and we would wait as long as possible. By this time, my sis in law, Leigh was there and I was feeling much better. Someone besides me in control of this!
Well, she got me up and walking. The pain in stage 2 was not as horrible, and I could walk around comfortabally. I knew I wanted an epidural (sorry folks, that is just me, what you choose is for you to decide, and I am a wimp). I was more scared of the epidural than anything else, but Leigh told me it was time to get it, even though my pain was not so horrible. She was the boss.
I got the epidural, no problem. Things were moving along, no pain (how great), but still no family. O yes, we had aunts and such peeking in, but no immediate family. My mom in law and her husband rolled in next, relieved to be there in time, and I could also see the relief in my DH's eyes, bless his heart. Next was my mom and dad, and this time I am sure that he could see my relief. Leigh was counting with me through the contractions, and sorry to my DH, but as long as she was there, I was going to make it. If she would start talking to someone else, I got mad. She was doing this for me, and could not just stop!
At this point me, Dh, my mom, his mom, and his sister (Leigh, the only one I care about at this point) were all in the room. The nurse kept asking me if this was ok, but I did not care who was there, as long as Leigh was. I sent a few smiles to DH, who was sitting right beside Leigh. His mom and mine are both bawling with happiness that I was goint to let them stay. They kept running in and out updating other family members. It was sort of circus like, I am sure the hospital was thrilled.
Well, after not much other pain, and about 1 hour of pushing, the dr. shows up just in time to catch who: its a girl, Miranda Michele (middle name the same as my sis). It was the most special moment of my life. My sis finally showed up (she lives 5 hours away) and we got to spend some special time together, and a week later she came to spend a few days with us, it was very nice!
The next day so many people came up to the hospital, that at one point I could not fit into my own room. There were 23 people in my room, and the nurse was goint wild. She stormed in and said I had to send 3/4 of them home. I did, and she was happy again. It took 2 cars to load everything home, and was the most special time of my life.
Miranda, you are growing, but I will never forget a miniute of this special time. I love you and cherish every moment I get with you. You are truly a gift from god.
God Bless!
Nicky
ps..sorry this is so long, but I dont want to forget any details!
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