Baby #2, another labor story.

Well, I have been away from my computer for a few weeks because things have been quite hectic. Wednesday the 19th, I finally gave birth to my beautiful daughter. Here is my labor story.

January 18th 11:56p.m.- wake up feeling incredibly ill, think it may be caused by the Trader Joes frozen enchiladas that were a bit too spicy but all the same delicious. Watch Ashton Kutcher on Jay Leno, realize his conversations are all about how famous he is and the famous people he surrounds himself with.

January 19th 12:56am- Attempting to go to the bathroom after an hour, seriously constipated. Somewhat distracted by Jimmy Fallon.

January 19th 1:45a.m.-Have serious diarrhea after drinking a coke in an attempt to rid myself of constipation. Carson Daley is not making me feel any better. Try to fall asleep sitting up on the couch, making me feel only slightly less nauseous.

7:35am- Still have diarrhea, barely slept more than 10 minutes. My son comes in the room and we watch the Sprout channel. My father (who is staying with me) tries to get me to eat, not going to happen.

8:35a.m.- My mother stops by before work, checking up on me. After a long discussion about the way I am feeling, she says she will go to work late.

9:45am- It is pretty clear that I am in labor and my mother drives me to the hospital. Luckily I had swiftly packed my bag that morning.

10:19am- Arrive at the hospital, get wheeled up stairs to a room. They ask me the general information questions about myself and check my dilation; 4cm. Not bad.

11:36am- They take me to the labor room, check my stats, ask a few more questions. The nurse ask me what my level of pain is, 10 being getting your head cut off. I respond with a 4. As I cannot imagine the pain that would come with losing your head. Although it hurts like a bitch, I am able to breathe through the contractions causing them to hurt less. With my first child, I felt like I was going to die.

1:15pm- It’s epidural time! The anesthesiologist gives me three doses, I am confused, she claims it is because I am tall. Odd. I’m also 178 pounds pregnant, so I don’t think I am exactly a horse to bring down, but the drug makes me think it was a great idea.

4:36pm=mostly a haze still. Watching HGTV with my mother. Feeling serene. Wondering how much an epidural would cost on the street.

5:59pm- Have a little pitosin

6:46pm- already time to push, let’s do this. The doctor asks me how many times I pushed with my son, three. He tells me to see if I can beat that. I do, she comes out after 2. 

6:51pm-My beautiful baby girl is born, she is of course, perfect.

Holding your baby is one of those experiences that you can’t describe. It is far too emotional to summon up the right words. Although it is a lot of work, I understand why people choose to go through the experience 5 times or so. Children are wonderful and giving birth is awesome. I feel terrible for women who are unable to have their own. More about my hospital experience to come.

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