it was a few hours before the drugs arrived but pretty immediately after the first dose was given we were rockin' and rollin'! contractions came pretty strong and fast.
maybe an hour or so into labor the nurse started to up the pitocin dosage on the little IV machine. i must have missed the memo that the amount would be increasing, because this threw me off a bit. as she pressed buttons and the dosage number on the machine kept going up and up i felt a bit of dread knowing that this meant the pain would be going up and up as well. it was kind of a comical moment.
some memories i have from that day of labor:
john was an unbelievable coach and partner - so encouraging and patient. i couldn't have done it without him even though he jokes that he felt pretty helpless. "oh, you feel like you're getting run over by a semi truck? let me rub this tennis ball over your back. does that make it better? how about i just repeat the same three phrases over and over all day..." the nurses and midwives kept commenting about what a great team we were. i was, and still am, so proud of my husband.
obviously we brought seinfeld dvds and i "watched" them a bit during labor. i remember during a contraction hearing something that made me laugh. so weird smiling and being in pain at the same time.
when contractions started getting super strong, i decided to take a bath. not as relaxing as i thought.
i vomited about three times throughout the afternoon. one of those times might have been on a nurse.
at the end of the day, right before i was fully dilated and about to start pushing, this was the view outside our window. a preview of the beauty to come.
at some point, when the contractions were at the absolute most intense i had a fleeting thought. did i not get any painkillers?
finally i got the green light to start pushing. because of "everything" i know about childbirth from tv and the movies once you start pushing, it's like 3 or 4 pushes tops and he's out, right? so, in my mind, i was basically done and the hardest part was over! ...um, turns out that was not my experience. after every push, and he hadn't arrived yet, i was more and more discouraged. and determined.
throughout the eternally long hour of pushing i heard, "he's so close" about a thousand times. liars!!
i vaguely remember looking at a nurse i didn't recognize on my right and, with my eyes, tried to communicate with her to ... "help. me."
pushing was the most difficult thing i've ever done. i was exhausted. i was in a completely different dimension. all my memories are fuzzy, like a dream. everything in me wanted to quit. everything in me wanted to meet noah. i kept going.
i caught my mom about to take a picture (of my face, not anything graphic) and i immediately snapped, "you put that away right now!"
then at 11:56pm i finally heard the cry i had been waiting for.
maybe an hour or so into labor the nurse started to up the pitocin dosage on the little IV machine. i must have missed the memo that the amount would be increasing, because this threw me off a bit. as she pressed buttons and the dosage number on the machine kept going up and up i felt a bit of dread knowing that this meant the pain would be going up and up as well. it was kind of a comical moment.
some memories i have from that day of labor:
john was an unbelievable coach and partner - so encouraging and patient. i couldn't have done it without him even though he jokes that he felt pretty helpless. "oh, you feel like you're getting run over by a semi truck? let me rub this tennis ball over your back. does that make it better? how about i just repeat the same three phrases over and over all day..." the nurses and midwives kept commenting about what a great team we were. i was, and still am, so proud of my husband.
obviously we brought seinfeld dvds and i "watched" them a bit during labor. i remember during a contraction hearing something that made me laugh. so weird smiling and being in pain at the same time.
when contractions started getting super strong, i decided to take a bath. not as relaxing as i thought.
i vomited about three times throughout the afternoon. one of those times might have been on a nurse.
at the end of the day, right before i was fully dilated and about to start pushing, this was the view outside our window. a preview of the beauty to come.
at some point, when the contractions were at the absolute most intense i had a fleeting thought. did i not get any painkillers?
finally i got the green light to start pushing. because of "everything" i know about childbirth from tv and the movies once you start pushing, it's like 3 or 4 pushes tops and he's out, right? so, in my mind, i was basically done and the hardest part was over! ...um, turns out that was not my experience. after every push, and he hadn't arrived yet, i was more and more discouraged. and determined.
throughout the eternally long hour of pushing i heard, "he's so close" about a thousand times. liars!!
i vaguely remember looking at a nurse i didn't recognize on my right and, with my eyes, tried to communicate with her to ... "help. me."
pushing was the most difficult thing i've ever done. i was exhausted. i was in a completely different dimension. all my memories are fuzzy, like a dream. everything in me wanted to quit. everything in me wanted to meet noah. i kept going.
i caught my mom about to take a picture (of my face, not anything graphic) and i immediately snapped, "you put that away right now!"
then at 11:56pm i finally heard the cry i had been waiting for.
and then i saw his face and he was placed in my arms.
i went into a state of bliss i've never, ever known. i kept saying to him, over and over, "you are so perfect. i love you so much. you are so perfect. i love you so much...."
his eyes were wide open. he knew me. i knew him.
for the next hour we cuddled, he had breakfast, we introduced him to my mama (she didn't know his name was noah until that moment)...
john got to give him a bath.
i cuddled with him some more.
it was around this time, while i was holding him, that i took about 5,000 pictures of this beautiful boy. i couldn't get enough! if you'd like to see any of them, they are on my phone permanently.
but here's one.
john had some special time too.
then at about 4am we were finally settled in our new, after-delivery-room.
with our son.
just us three.
what a day.
i was still too excited to sleep.
part three of noah's birthday story tomorrow! his first 24 amazing hours.
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