Wow, I actually did give birth a couple months ago. Poor guy, already neglected...
William Bosco Merrifield
8 lb. 4 oz 21 inches long.
Quick story, for journaling purposes...and for anyone else who cares to know. :)
11 days overdue. Went to a movie Sat night. Contractions consistently 5 min apart.
Came home. Went to sleep. Woke up at like 3:30am, getting a little stronger. Went back to sleep till about 5:30am. Got up, started getting ready. Went to hospital at like 8:30am. Contractions 2-3 min apart. Dilated to a five.
By 3:30 pm, still only dilated to a 6. Doc came in with concern. Said fluids were lower than ideal. Wanted to break my water. She sat on the bed, broke the water, stayed on the bed, literally checked my water like 2 min. later and I was dilated to a 7. 4:30-I told Will I felt like I really had to go to the bathroom, like majorly and asked him to go tell the nurses.
He goes out to the desk and says, "Hey, I am going to get something to eat at the cafeteria, but JUST SO YOU KNOW, my wife is in the bathroom, she feels like she has to go, you know, real bad..." Leave it to Will.
The nurse said, "Honey, we do not do water births here!" and comes into the room.
Anyway, I felt an extreme urge to push twice and then it went away...I guess he was getting into position.
Around 5:00 I actually started pushing full on. It took a while, and it was hard. I am not going to lie, it was extremely painful. But I didn't cry or scream or anything. The doctor said that his heart rate was dropping and the last push I did I had to get him out, cause the cord was around his neck. I did...
He wasn't breathing for a little bit, and the nurse said that she wanted us to know he wasn't doing that great, so she handed him to nursery. He was purpley-blue and still wasn't breathing. All I could see was red hair and big hands. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, I heard his cry. I lost it. That was the first time that I was emotional with a birth of one of my children. It was amazing.
Since I heard his first cry, it seems like he hasn't stopped. LOL! Really, he cries all the time. Poor guy. I think he is just hungry or addicted to me...I don't know. I didn't realize I could be so addictive. :)
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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