I missed my period in January and my extremely sore boobs were what tipped me off to take a pregnancy test. Sure enough, TWO LINES!! I only took one test, that was good enough for me. The next nine months were awesome! We moved to Roswell, NM in January, where living in a hotel for two weeks proved difficult in the early stages of pregnancy. Although my morning sickness was hardly anything, being cooped up in such a small place was not my ideal situation. Once in our apartment, things got better. When I entered the second trimester of pregnancy, I felt even better than before. It was like I wasn't even pregnant, although the picture from the ultrasound proved otherwise. #bellypics started to become more fun to post because Georgia had started to show herself by growing up and out. The third trimester hit like a ton of bricks. I was exhausted everyday, if I sat down, most likely I'd fall asleep. The belly had taken over and bending over was a no-go. Driving was painful, Georgia loved to sit and stretch out, what I'm now guessing was her left foot, since that is the leg she stretches now, all up in my ribs. I had heartburn/indigestion when I'd drink water... It was not my favorite three months, that is for sure. The last month was a test. I could break down at the thought of anything slightly stressful.. I felt huge, I felt tight, I felt uncomfortable... Every week that passed I secretly hoped would be my last pregnant week, until week 39. I couldn't believe I had made it that far, I felt so huge and thought Georgia was ready! Thursday came and went then Friday we had pictures taken of my ginormous belly and I was grateful she had waited. Saturday we had a date night, we went to a movie. Sunday we went to church, me waddling around, everyone asking, "When? when? when?" and me just going, "Any minute now!"-insert fake smile.. Monday, woke up, nothing new. Just blah, so I cleaned a little and went and walked around Target with Cade because, "This might be the last time we walk around Target all by ourselves," which Cade replied, "Good, I hate Target.."
SOOOO HERE COMES THE GOOD PART.....
Tuesday- 0130: I go pee and find that I am loosing something.......and I was like, uh, this is weird...
0730: "UH, I'm bleeding."
0800: Phone call placed to Momma, no answer, phone call placed to dad, tell him whats up, he tells me, take it easy.
0840ish: call Doctors office and talk to a nurse who sets up an appointment for later that day, "Just to see where you're at."
0900: Lay back down and try to sleep, processing what is happening.
0901: Get up because I can't sleep..
Cade had decided to stay home from work, because, "Baby, maybe?" he played video games while I continued my internal explosion of "what-ifs" We get ready and go to the appointment. The doctor tells me I'm at a two, while he is doing this all of a sudden, I'm going, "OW, OW, OW!" and he tells me, there, that should help you out a little... Cade asked him, "So, how long before she has the baby?" The doctor replied, "oh not till the weekend. She still has a ways to go." Cade and I ran a couple errands and went and had lunch at Subway, all the while my contractions are getting more and more "hurty" (yes, that is the word I am going to use..) We came home and I was in a lot of pain. So I took some little naps in between contractions. By about 8pm, I was extremely uncomfortable so I decided I was going to take a bath, try to relax, drink a big cup of ice water and go to bed.
2230ish: (1030pm for those nonmilitary time inclined ;)) I woke up with a very very hurty contraction and was standing up and then it passed and had to go pee because the contraction had made me feel like I needed to pee, and then I stood up and had another hurty contraction. I walked back to the bed and had another contraction. I told Cade, "You know when you said, 'You'll know when you need to go into the hospital' well, I know, I need to go!" So, I put on a bra and some sandals and had to stop halfway down the stairs for a contraction, then again at the bottom, then again once outside then again when I sat down in the car. We turned onto the road for the Emergency Room and got pulled over. Of course. I was having a contraction so when the Police Officer came up to our window and Cade said, "My wife is having a baby," it looked legit. (one of our break lights were out). So I walked in and signed all the paperwork, so much for "Pre-registration"..... ANYWAYS...
2330ish: I was in a gown, checked, at a 3 and having contractions one right after the other. They waited an hour, said they were keeping me and then asked me about pain meds...
NOW, if you know me, you know that I have always said, I want to try to have a baby naturally. I think my body knows what to do and it will take care of itself. I want to experience having the baby, I don't want to be numb. So, in this case, I was still, like, "weeeeellllll...." another hour passed (so its now about 0130 WED) and I was like, "okay, I want an epidural." SO they had to call the anesthesiologist (because there wasn't one there, she was on-call).
0300: I was checked (now a 6), prepped and given the epidural.
0315: I wasn't feeling the contractions.
Cade asked, "So how long until the baby?" We were told probably around noon later that day. We were like, okay.. The only thing was, was I had gotten the shakes real bad when I started having active labor and they continued throughout the rest of the labor and delivery and it made it very difficult for me to relax.
0500: I started to feel a lot of pressure. I asked the nurse if that was normal, she went and got my nurse. My nurse checked me... "You're complete! The baby is right there, I'll go call the doctor."
0515ish: The doctor came in and broke my water, which popped, literally like a water balloon, it was really funny. I started to feel the urge to push almost immediately. The nurse had told me how to push earlier but I had completely forgotten... It went in one ear and out the other so she had to coach me through the first contraction. I got the hang of it.
-I HAVE FAILED TO MENTION WHAT MY HUSBAND'S REACTION HAS BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME.... I tell him at about 5 that he needs to wake up and get the computer ready so we can facetime with my mom. So he got up plugged in the computer and laid back down. When the doctor came in, I told Cade to get up because it was go time like now. So he just got up and tried to connect the computer, when that wasn't working I said forget it, we will just do it on the phones, he couldn't figure it out. He didn't say hardly two words this whole time, he was just pointing at things. He was in shock and it was pretty cute seeing him so dazed and confused. :) We got my mom on the phone just in time for me to start pushing.
20 minutes later......
Georgia is born!!! The moment they sat her on my chest I just saw fingers, they were, all ten, coming right at my face. It was amazing.
Now, it is one week after that amazing, life changing day, and I could not be more filled with joy. My dream of becoming a mother has come true. Georgia Lynn is the happiest little newborn. She has been such a blessing in our life just in the short time she has been here. I could not imagine my life without her and am so happy that I am able to be her mother. I hope that y'all enjoy our "birth story." It was a perfect day that I will never ever forget.
Thanks for reading! -Britt
