Need for Blog
Ok. I officially have a lil baby boy, and we are alive and well. The whole experience has filled me with many feels, and I think posting about everything that happened is going to be real helpful. So. FYI, the next few posts are likely to be only about having a baby, and not about dolls or cons or anything particularly fun.
A lot of people have said to me 'aren't you glad its over?" referring to being pregnant. Other people told me how much they hated being pregnant, or how the last month of pregnancy was the worst. I completed disagree with these people. The last month of pregnancy was annoying at times, but nothing worse than that. The most obnoxious part was that my stomach got in the way of things, like suddenly I couldn't wash dishes leaning over the sink wasn't going to happen, being able to get out of bed was tough, and I could only give sideways hugs.
The worst was definitly four days starting with my second hospital day. But I'll get to that later.
I had fake contractions the Sunday before babe was born. I woke up at 5am on 8/27/14, his due date, with contractions that kept me awake. I downloaded an app to try to time them, because I didn't want to go to the hospital too soon or if the contractions were fake again. At noon I decided it was hospital time, and by the time we made it to the hospital the contractions were causing me to tear up, so I think we left just in time.
Contractions were a lot different than I expected. I expected, like the name implies, to feel a contracting of my stomach in general, like when you squeeze your abs or sneeze. The doctor described it as the feeling of a belt being tightened. That is not what contractions felt like to me. The feeling was very low, at my hips. As they got more intense, with each one I had the urge to just push my entire uppy body away from my hips as much as possible, I just wanted to disconnect from my lower half.
Once I was admitted to the hospital (a pretty quick process), they hooked me up to a bunch of stuff, one to monitor my contractions, and left me alone to labor for an hour. i image this is to make sure they were real contractions. By the time they came back, I was hollering and crying out with each one and writhing on the bed. I had dialated to a five by the time I got the epidural. The dr that hooked me to the epidural was very nice. Getting the epidural was a strange and scary experience. I could feel a clinking in my back, and they warned me that I had to remain completely still or I'd risk him hitting a nerve. When I was hooked up and they laid me down, the nurse says "how do you feel?" and I said "ok i guess" and she said "well, you've already had two more contractions" and I was like REALLY?! and was infinitely happier to know I didn't have to feel that pain anymore.
Time to feed Trevor now. to be continued.
A lot of people have said to me 'aren't you glad its over?" referring to being pregnant. Other people told me how much they hated being pregnant, or how the last month of pregnancy was the worst. I completed disagree with these people. The last month of pregnancy was annoying at times, but nothing worse than that. The most obnoxious part was that my stomach got in the way of things, like suddenly I couldn't wash dishes leaning over the sink wasn't going to happen, being able to get out of bed was tough, and I could only give sideways hugs.
The worst was definitly four days starting with my second hospital day. But I'll get to that later.
I had fake contractions the Sunday before babe was born. I woke up at 5am on 8/27/14, his due date, with contractions that kept me awake. I downloaded an app to try to time them, because I didn't want to go to the hospital too soon or if the contractions were fake again. At noon I decided it was hospital time, and by the time we made it to the hospital the contractions were causing me to tear up, so I think we left just in time.
Contractions were a lot different than I expected. I expected, like the name implies, to feel a contracting of my stomach in general, like when you squeeze your abs or sneeze. The doctor described it as the feeling of a belt being tightened. That is not what contractions felt like to me. The feeling was very low, at my hips. As they got more intense, with each one I had the urge to just push my entire uppy body away from my hips as much as possible, I just wanted to disconnect from my lower half.
Once I was admitted to the hospital (a pretty quick process), they hooked me up to a bunch of stuff, one to monitor my contractions, and left me alone to labor for an hour. i image this is to make sure they were real contractions. By the time they came back, I was hollering and crying out with each one and writhing on the bed. I had dialated to a five by the time I got the epidural. The dr that hooked me to the epidural was very nice. Getting the epidural was a strange and scary experience. I could feel a clinking in my back, and they warned me that I had to remain completely still or I'd risk him hitting a nerve. When I was hooked up and they laid me down, the nurse says "how do you feel?" and I said "ok i guess" and she said "well, you've already had two more contractions" and I was like REALLY?! and was infinitely happier to know I didn't have to feel that pain anymore.
Time to feed Trevor now. to be continued.