A birth story with more details and pictures than you ever cared to know (because I don't want to ever forget)!
After almost 2 weeks of constant, close contractions, I was SURE I would be dilated more than a 3.
When they checked me, they said I was still a "small 3."
That day I resolved that he likely wasn't going to come early and that 2 more weeks of labor would be ok. Then I walked 4 miles just in case...
3 minutes after I walked in the door, my water broke.
And my head and self said, "score!"
Water breaking= baby is coming right now!
The next hour got a little crazy.
Between contractions, the nurses were stabbing me with IV needles so I could get the epidural, but I was pretty dehydrated (probably from being so sick for so long) and they had a really hard time finding a vein. Don't worry- they only blew 3 before they got a good one. You better believe I have some pretty gnarly bruises.
Next up? Doctor ordered 2 hours of skin on skin. New momma heaven! Done and done.
We stayed in the hospital for 2 days. The nurses were wonderful, the food was great (I CAN EAT AGAIN PEOPLE!!!), and we were thrilled to stare at our sweet baby all day every day.