So, my first baby was a week late. I tried to induce labor with a castor oil/orange juice shake. Gross, but a little effective. Anyway, my mom was coming on Monday and it was saturday. I went in Sunday and spent the next 36 hours on demeral. (This little county hospital didn't DO epidurals...) I think the smile on my face in the previous post was from the drugs. I don't remember much of the time, except that my blood pressure was high so they kept me in bed, on my left side. I couldn't get up and walk around. I remember going to the bathroom and sitting for a long time. The nurse was a little concerned but I said I was fine. My husband tells me I kept yelling at him to turn the TV down because it was tooo loud. He says it was on mute! I remember him leaving around 4 or so in the morning to go get something to eat. Poor guy. He was a trooper, as was I.
Time comes to push and I did so for about 2 hours until they decided to take her c-section. I was a bit unprepared for that. That was the part the teacher skipped over in our Lamaze class! My mom had 7 babies the V-way. Why couldn't I? They wheeled me into the OR around 4pm. They wouldn't put me to sleep until they got the catheter in. I had to PEE so bad that I was cramped up. I think they were worried but they didn't let on. I remember praying out loud. The sweet nurse stayed with Mark. I think he was pretty freaked out. We didn't have anyone close at the time. My mom was on her way, through the air, with a million lay overs. She called every time she landed (we were in Michigan, she was coming from CA)
When I woke up I had a baby girl. 8# 8oz. 21in long. Lots of black hair. I didn't get to see her for awhile and Mark had left to go get my mom. I got her around 7pm or so. It had been a long day. I just remember feeling that everything was right in the world and that my life was only going to get better. All I ever wanted to be was a mom, and there I was. A mom.
Katelynn has a special place in my heart (they all do, but this is her post). She made me a mother. She is the beginning of my motherhood. She is my learning tool. As much as we have bumped heads, I hope she knows how much I love her and how grateful I am to her for being willing to be the FIRST. It's a hard roll to have, but I know she stepped up to the plate in heaven and said she'd be first. I am grateful for her example of faith and truth. I can't wait for her to experience holding her first newborn baby in her arms. There is no other feeling in the world. And there are no words to describe it either.
I love you Katelynn. Thanks for making me a mom!
(more pictures to come. I'm running late for work!)