Grady has been a trickster from day -8. On November 22, 2015, I was
having contractions every 3-4 minutes apart. They were not very painful, but
being a first time mom, I was worried that I was going to go from a 2 to a 10 in
30 minutes and not have time for epidural. I had no idea. Plus, all the baby
books say to head to the hospital when your contractions are 4-1-1(4 minutes
apart, 1 minute long, for an hour), so we wait about 2 hours and then we head to
the hospital around 2am. After being checked in and them measuring me (1cm, 80%
effaced), we waited about 2 hours to see if I was progressing. Then when they
checked me again I was still at a 1, so they sent me home. I asked the doctor
when a good time was to come to the hospital next time and she told me when I
couldn’t talk through a contraction.
We had our doctor’s appointment the next day and I had progressed from
1cm to 2cm. My doctor said that he expected us to have the baby later that
week. Well that week went by and so did Thanksgiving. By Monday I was over it,
I’m already an impatient human being and this was driving me insane. I made the
decision to tell my doctor that if he wasn’t here by December 3rd I
wanted to be induced. Fortunately, that didn’t have to happen
On November 30th at about 9:00 pm I started having
contractions. They were about 7-8 minutes apart and I just knew it was false
labor again so I took a bath and went to bed. Little did I know that things
were about to ramp up around midnight. I started to get really nauseous and
then I started throwing up whenever I would have a contraction. Note to anyone
pregnant out there, when you reach the end of your pregnancy start eating
smaller meals throughout the day instead of 3 big meals. Between the toilet
breaks and the contractions, I still thought it was false labor. After about an
hour of brutal pains and Chad asking at every contraction if I could talk, we
decided to head to the hospital. Of course we chose the hospital with the most
pot holes on the way.
We arrived at the hospital around 1:00am on December 1st.
Chad was dragging me down the hallway to the maternity ward while I’m trying to
find the closest trash can to vomit in. I’m sure the guy in the waiting room
got a good laugh in at us. We finally get checked in and they checked me and
I’m at a 4. They tell me that they will be admitting me and I begin to freak
out. It only takes about an hour (longest hour of my life) for the nurse to
fill out all of her paperwork and then we head to the Labor and Delivery room.
The anesthesiologist is standing right outside our room and before I know it
I’m getting a needle stuck up my back. Literally, the BEST 200 dollars I ever
spent. After that it was just waiting time. I was checked around 8:30 and I was
a 6-7, the doctor came in around 9 and I was already at a 9 and said that we
would be pushing in the next 30 minutes.
I began to push and they noticed that the baby was facing upwards instead of
down so they decided to labor down for a while. Grady was not having it though,
every time I would have a contraction his heartrate would drop. After a few
hours of laboring down, they called the doctor to come and flip the baby. After
they flipped him, it was no time before he was here.
At 12:11 our little miracle arrived and honestly it was the best
experience of my life. They put him on my chest and I immediately broke into
tears. He’s beyond perfect and my heart is overjoyed by this little man.
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