This is really happening

    

   

Above is the cover of the invitation I just sent out for my baby’s first birthday party.
this means the little munchkin is going to be a 1-year-old. The last year has flown by. I can’t believe it’s almost been a whole year since Max made his entrance into the world. and what a crazy day that was…
ummm…   Labor story anyone?    

don’t worry it’s short.
i promise.
and i’ll show a horrible picture of myself.
so it’s worth it.   

On thursday, August 27th 2009, 4 days after my due date, I woke up at 5:15 am with one of the worst cramps of my life. You know how ‘they’ always say you’ll “know” when you’re in labor?  WELL I KNEW.  I stayed in bed for about 15 minutes trying to time the contractions. They just seemed so close together and strong, but I wasn’t sure. I kicked Scotty and said “It’s happening” he just kinda murmured “ok..” and went back to sleep. What help he was. I got up and went to the computer and logged on to contraction master  (BTW if you’re expecting bookmark this) to time my contractions to see if it was ‘time’ to go.  By this point they were so bad I had to ride them out on all fours trying not to scream. after about 10 minutes it was determined my contraction were  lasting 90 seconds each with a 90 second break in between. It was time to go to the hospital because momma wanted NEEDED  an epidural. Luckily my mom was staying with us to help with Leah, so I didn’t even have to wait for someone to get to our house.
I called to Scott that it was time to go. He got out of bed, got dressed and went to the bathroom and CLIPPED HIS NAILS while his wife was crawling around on the floor in pain.
Seriously I married the most pokey man on the planet when it comes to needing to get out the door. He didn’t believe me that I was in much pain as I said I was. FINALLY we head to the hospital (about a 10 minute drive) and arrive around 7am. I crawl into the emergency room,  and the smart ass male triage nurse asked me if I was having a baby and I snapped “I sure as hell hope so!” (BTW while a laboring lady is riding out a contraction it is not a time to make jokes). I immediately got sent up to the labor and delivery ward where after asking a million questions and more contractions, the doctor checked me to determined I was already 7cm. So I got admitted. and then I got asked if I wanted an epidural. Hell yes I says.
by 8:30 I was epidural-ed. As soon as they layed me down after giving it to me I felt the urge . ( Which if you’re curious feels like you need to make a huge #2).
But there was no way I was telling the nurses this, because I knew If i did they would make me push, and frankly I wanted the epidural to ‘set’ in and I was way too tired to push. Instead I called my Sister in law to tell her she’d have a new niece or nephew today and put on my Ipod to drown out the sound of the lady in the next room that obviously didn’t have time or declined the epidural.  thats when Scotty snapped this beaut of me:    

thanks jerk.

When the nurse came back at 9:15 to check on me I told her I needed to go to the bathroom. She gave me a ‘sure you do’ look. You see most women (me included) are afraid of making a number 2 on the delivery table. I assured her it was not a #2 and she helped me to the toilet. at this point my water promptly broke. and the nurse grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me back to the bed. Yup. 10cm… time to push.  The next 10 minutes I pushed and pushed and pushed untill finally the nurse flopped my squirmy little baby on my chest.  I grabbed onto the little human and immediately looked for the goods… a SON! Since Scott and I had already decided on Names before,( Maxson or Carly ) I was able to greet the little guy with

“Hi Max i’m you’re momma”

and he cried(For the record, babies do that) and started to root for some boob right away.
“Fine!” I said and gave in to my teeny little boys demands for the first but definitely not the last time.