I started feeling constant contractions on Thursday, December 29 at around 3 am. They started about 7-10 minutes apart, and got closer and closer as the night went on. We went to Mom and Dad’s house for dinner, and decided to go to the hospital around 11 pm. It turned out I was only dilated to just under a 2 and 75% effaced. So I was sent home. I went through it all night and the next day, and they were getting intense enough that around 9 pm I went to the hospital again. I was only dilated to 2.5 and was 85% effaced. The nurse had me walk for two hours to see if I would progress at all. I made it to a 3, but I could only stay if I had made it to a 4. So, again I was sent home. The next day, New Years Eve, I was having really hard contractions, but they were coming every 15 to 20 minutes. That night we went to mom and dad’s to eat dinner and play games. I ended up taking 3 long baths that night in mom and dad’s big tub. Right after midnight, I was having really hard contractions every 7-10 minutes apart. They were so hard, they would bring me to tears, but I did not want to go to the hospital, just to be turned away again. Around 2 am I noticed blood, it took me about half an hour to decide I needed to go in. On our way over to the hospital my contractions stopped, or at least, completely eased up. I didn’t know if I should go home or what to do, so parked outside the hospital doors I called the nurse to see if we should come in. She said we might as well. We went in, and the nurse who checked me was looking at me like “really you again”. She checked me and gave me the great news that I had progressed to a 5 and effaced 100%, and they could finally admit me.
Around 3 am they brought me in my room and hooked me up to an I.V. Then the anesthesiologist came in and gave me the epidural. After that I was happy as a clam, I finally got to sleep. Around 11 am Dr. Evans came in and broke my water, and I had only progressed to a 7, so they put me on pit. I had only progressed to an 8 at 2 pm. Dr. Evans pushed the top of my stomach and could feel that Peyton was just not going into the birth canal. He explained that I was just too small, and if he was a 5 lb baby I might be able to fit him. He said I could either stay on pit for another hour to see if anything changes, or do the inevitable and get a C-section. I really did not want to get a c-section, but it seemed like that was the only way to get our little Peyton here without causing lots of damage to me and trauma to him.
They put me on more “numbing stuff” I don’t actually know what it was, and wheeled me to the surgery room. It was nice to have Blake in there holding my hand. I don’t remember much just the Doctor talking to me while he is popping out my baby. I remember thinking “should I be laughing while you are all in my stomach?” After Peyton came out everything happened so fast. Blake left to help bathe Peyton, and they ended up having to put me under to fix something. It took a little bit of time for me to wake up again, one thing I’ve learned is I am pretty loopy when I’m coming off of sleeping meds.
Blake brought Peyton in to see me and it was the happiest moment I can remember. I just could not believe he was here and he was mine. It’s hard to explain but that half an hour of our family of three was so special.