By the time we got to the hospital, the cramping was not nearly as bad and I was having fairly steady contractions. Not terribly painful ones, but consistent ones. They took us into a triage room and hooked me up to monitors. I was only dilated to a 2. And the contractions weren't too painful. So after a couple hours, they sent us home with the instructions, "If it gets worse or your water breaks come back immediately." No luck. Didn't get worse. Water stayed in tact. So off to work for another 2 WEEKS. Ugh.
But it started again Saturday the 19th. Which happened to be my due date. Cory had made plans to go golfing (of course) with a good friend. He asked if I wanted to tag along. I do that sometimes just because it's fun to spend time with him and he golfs every free minute he has. So I might as well tag along. Get some fresh air, keep score, basically be a riding buddy. Well not too long before we went out I started feeling kinda... off. Not bad, not hurting, just off.
Well the boys were doing 18 and by the time we had finished 9 I was done. Tired. And sore. And needing to lay down. So I went home and the boys kept playing. As the evening went on, I started cramping and getting contractions more and more consistently. Sorry mom. I may have lied to you at this point. I didn't want anyone getting excited for another scare like we had had 2 weeks earlier. So when people called or txted to ask how I was doing I told them I was doing just fine. I lied. I wasn't so fine.
By the time we were ready for bed I was really crampy and contracting pretty solidly. But They weren't too consistent. Anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes apart. I didn't want to go into the hospital again and get sent home again. So I wanted to wait till something actually happened. We didn't have to wait too long. Just before 3am my water broke. It was on. Time to go. Cory jumped up out of bed and we headed to the hospital.
At the hospital we got into the triage room and got hooked up to the monitors. My contractions were very consistent and starting to get pretty strong. They came in and checked me, I was dilated to a 5. So they decided to get me all checked in so we could get the epidural plugged in. Or not... Too bad the anesthesiologist had to go help with an emergency c-section. So we had to wait. A little over an hour for the epidural. And by then the contractions were pretty darn painful.
Finally got the epidural and I decided it was time for a nap. I had been up almost all night and I was going to need my strength. So I slept. Only for a couple hours, but it was still sleep. A couple hours later, I started feeling like the epidural was wearing off. So we called in the anesthesiologist and got a little booster. It seemed to help. The nurse also decided to check and see what kind of progress I was making. It was about 8:30am and some family had started showing up. I was dilated to a 9 so I called the family that had decided to wait a while and told them to get on the way if they wanted to be there.
By 9 I was ready to go. So we started pushing. And pushing. And pushing. And pushing. And pushing. Two and a half hours later the little guy decided to make his grand appearance. And grand it was. He hardly cried at all. Just enough to let us know he was breathing and doing just fine. Family came in to see what all the fuss was about. Everyone was just so excited.
Cory went with the nurse to the nursery to get Aceson bathed and I got all cleaned up and up to our room. A few minutes after I ad gotten upstairs, Cory came in with the baby. And let's be honest, that is when the crazy started. Everyone wanted to come say hi and see the baby. And they did. For the next 2 days it was an almost constant stream of people during the day and rough nights trying to sleep while getting checked and trying to feed the baby every couple hours. Tuesday morning we got up and decided it was time to go home.
On a side note. Wednesday morning we had to go back and take a bilirubin test. To test his jaundice. We brought him home from the hospital and he was at and 11. Which is the high end of normal. By Wednesday morning he was a 17. Which apparently is close to the high end of high. So they brought us a light bed. Pretty cool as far as what it can do, but Aceson doesn't like it too much. So we try to use the little blanket piece as much as we can and not so much with the bed. That way we can still hold him.
Alright. So here is what you really wanted. Photo's:
