**I typed this up for.ev.er. ago. I wanted to put pictures with it. I can't find my camera cord. Therefore, pictures will come later. this needs to be posted**
As I said before, I was done being pregnant for the last two months of my pregnancy. I prayed and prayed he would come early, or that my water would break. Of course I would have endured to the end, no matter how long, to make sure my baby was healthy.
I am loved and everything started to end when I was 37 weeks and 3 days. Praise the heavens above.
Adams family was having a family reunion in Midway from the 10th to the 14th. His entire family was going to be in town, so I was hoping to have the baby on the 13th so everyone could meet him, but I wouldn't interrupt the whole thing. Baby had other plans.
It all started bright and early Saturday morning, before I was even awake. Adam had left to start running the Utah Valley Half Marathon at 4:30a.m. (more on that later, he did awesome, fyi). Around 5a.m. I woke up thinking I was dreaming I was having contractions. My stomach hurt a little, but I thought it was part left over dream and part sleeping on a bed I wasn't used to and went back to sleep. I continued to "dream" about having contractions. I had to get up 6 to get myself and Milo ready to watch Adam cross the finish line. My stomach was still burning when I got up, so I tried to pay attention to see if they were really contractions, or if it was just a dream. I downloaded a contraction counter on my phone. Sure enough, every 5-10 minutes the "burning" returned. I didn't say anything to anyone, and just continued getting ready and left with my sister in law to hurry to the finish line. I didn't want to ruin the reunion with a false alarm, so I decided I wouldn't tell anyone. Well, I told Molly, since we had a longish car ride together and she was bound to notice something was up. On the hour drive, I had 10 contractions.
When we got to Provo, we had to run to try and beat Adam to the finish line. So picture this, pregnant (tiny) sister in law, pregnant, contracting me, carrying Milo and running down University Avenue. It was awesome. My mom and brother met up with us at the finish line to watch Adam, so I told her, but told her he (baby) wasn't going to make an appearance for at least another day or two. I know second babies typically come faster than first, but Milo took 27 hours, 21 of which I spent at home, so even if it was shorter, I thought it would be at least another day or two.
We found Adam and I told him I didn't want to ruin the reunion, but my contractions had started. I told him he cold decide who and when to tell people. He decided right then was a good time. I continued to time my contractions, but knew it was going to be a while before we had to go to the hospital even though they were getting longer and stronger.
When we got back, I tried to take a nap. That didn't happen. I started to realize that in the near future, I would be going to the hospital, so I jumped in the shower. When I was in labor with Milo, a bath/shower slowed things down. Not this time. My contractions jumped from every 5 minutes to every 2-3 minutes. When Adam found out, he went and talked to his mom and sisters and everyone agreed that it was time to go, especially since we had a 45 minute drive ahead of us. So I quickly finished getting ready and we took off.
We left Milo in Midway, where he was surrounded by his grandparents, and lots of aunts, uncles and fun cousins. He didn't even really notice or care that we were gone, there were too many kids to play with!
Knowing they wouldn't let me eat in the hospital, I made Adam stop and get me a burger. When we got to labor/delivery, I tried to play it cool. I went to the counter and said very calmly to the nurse "hi, I'd like to have a baby today". She looked at me and the look on her face said that she thought I was a dumb first time mom that thinks that because I want the baby out, I can just show up. With that look on her face, she asked if I was having contractions or any other signs of labor. I told her my contractions were 2-5 minutes apart and lasting over a minute. Of course the entire contraction I had at the desk was while she had her back to me getting papers for me to sign. Then when she was taking us to my room, I had another contraction and this time she seemed a bit annoyed that I was going so slow.
They got me all hooked up, checked me and told me they had to watch me for an hour to make sure I was progressing. After an hour, like last time, I progressed about half a centimeter. Doc said it wasn't enough and that I could wait another hour. We tried to tell them that I don't dilate very fast, but that didn't seem to matter. After another hour, I still hadn't progressed as much as they wanted me to. It didn't seem to matter that my contractions didn't seem to stop, and that even if they wanted to send me home, I wouldn't be able to make it to the car.
At this point, I about lost it. They gave me a shot of Morphine with some anti nausea meds. I just wanted an epidural. I was in so much pain, and it wasn't stopping, and the Morphine didn't take away much, if any of the pain, and the anti nausea meds made me SO tired. It made everything so much more miserable. I could barley keep my eyes open, but I hurt so bad, but I was so excited to get this baby out of me, but I couldn't see strait, but but but... I tried not to take it out on the nurses, Adam or my mom. I knew it wasn't (directly) their fault that I was in pain, that the doc had to ok me to stay. Because I didn't want to be mean, I was pretty funny. Naughty words came out of my mouth. I banged on the table. I cracked jokes that I told everyone not to laugh at, (which made everything even funnier) because it would then make me laugh which made me hurt more.
When that (hellish) hour was over, my contractions weren't ending, just spiking. I was moaning and groaning and not stopping, it just hurt so much! So when the nurse came back in, she said she wasn't even going to call the doc, she was just going to admit me (plus I was at a 3). hallelujah! any new person that came into the room I asked if they were the magic doctor. I was SO happy when the "magic doctor" (anesthesiologist) came in. I told him he was magic, and that he was my best friend. Instant relief. I got to sleep a bit. Once I got the epidural, my body started dilating faster and in just a couple hours I made it up to an 8. Around 7:30 p.m. they broke my water and about 8:15 I was fully dilated. They told me the doctor was on his way and to let them know when I felt ready to push.
About 8:35 p.m. I was ready to push. At this point, my contractions went from being 2 minutes apart to 5 minutes apart. That made it kind of awkward. I would have a contraction and push 2 or 3 times, then we all just sat around, with my legs in the air, just hanging out, waiting for my next contraction. I ended up pushing 6-8 times total and my baby boy was here.
He was perfect. They showed him to me, then cleaned him off a little bit, then Adam brought him back to me for skin to skin. It was amazing. He was beautiful. He was perfect. And he looked like his brother. We have been in love with him ever since.
Welcome to the world Logan Grey Miner
As I said before, I was done being pregnant for the last two months of my pregnancy. I prayed and prayed he would come early, or that my water would break. Of course I would have endured to the end, no matter how long, to make sure my baby was healthy.
I am loved and everything started to end when I was 37 weeks and 3 days. Praise the heavens above.
Adams family was having a family reunion in Midway from the 10th to the 14th. His entire family was going to be in town, so I was hoping to have the baby on the 13th so everyone could meet him, but I wouldn't interrupt the whole thing. Baby had other plans.
It all started bright and early Saturday morning, before I was even awake. Adam had left to start running the Utah Valley Half Marathon at 4:30a.m. (more on that later, he did awesome, fyi). Around 5a.m. I woke up thinking I was dreaming I was having contractions. My stomach hurt a little, but I thought it was part left over dream and part sleeping on a bed I wasn't used to and went back to sleep. I continued to "dream" about having contractions. I had to get up 6 to get myself and Milo ready to watch Adam cross the finish line. My stomach was still burning when I got up, so I tried to pay attention to see if they were really contractions, or if it was just a dream. I downloaded a contraction counter on my phone. Sure enough, every 5-10 minutes the "burning" returned. I didn't say anything to anyone, and just continued getting ready and left with my sister in law to hurry to the finish line. I didn't want to ruin the reunion with a false alarm, so I decided I wouldn't tell anyone. Well, I told Molly, since we had a longish car ride together and she was bound to notice something was up. On the hour drive, I had 10 contractions.
When we got to Provo, we had to run to try and beat Adam to the finish line. So picture this, pregnant (tiny) sister in law, pregnant, contracting me, carrying Milo and running down University Avenue. It was awesome. My mom and brother met up with us at the finish line to watch Adam, so I told her, but told her he (baby) wasn't going to make an appearance for at least another day or two. I know second babies typically come faster than first, but Milo took 27 hours, 21 of which I spent at home, so even if it was shorter, I thought it would be at least another day or two.
We found Adam and I told him I didn't want to ruin the reunion, but my contractions had started. I told him he cold decide who and when to tell people. He decided right then was a good time. I continued to time my contractions, but knew it was going to be a while before we had to go to the hospital even though they were getting longer and stronger.
When we got back, I tried to take a nap. That didn't happen. I started to realize that in the near future, I would be going to the hospital, so I jumped in the shower. When I was in labor with Milo, a bath/shower slowed things down. Not this time. My contractions jumped from every 5 minutes to every 2-3 minutes. When Adam found out, he went and talked to his mom and sisters and everyone agreed that it was time to go, especially since we had a 45 minute drive ahead of us. So I quickly finished getting ready and we took off.
We left Milo in Midway, where he was surrounded by his grandparents, and lots of aunts, uncles and fun cousins. He didn't even really notice or care that we were gone, there were too many kids to play with!
Knowing they wouldn't let me eat in the hospital, I made Adam stop and get me a burger. When we got to labor/delivery, I tried to play it cool. I went to the counter and said very calmly to the nurse "hi, I'd like to have a baby today". She looked at me and the look on her face said that she thought I was a dumb first time mom that thinks that because I want the baby out, I can just show up. With that look on her face, she asked if I was having contractions or any other signs of labor. I told her my contractions were 2-5 minutes apart and lasting over a minute. Of course the entire contraction I had at the desk was while she had her back to me getting papers for me to sign. Then when she was taking us to my room, I had another contraction and this time she seemed a bit annoyed that I was going so slow.
They got me all hooked up, checked me and told me they had to watch me for an hour to make sure I was progressing. After an hour, like last time, I progressed about half a centimeter. Doc said it wasn't enough and that I could wait another hour. We tried to tell them that I don't dilate very fast, but that didn't seem to matter. After another hour, I still hadn't progressed as much as they wanted me to. It didn't seem to matter that my contractions didn't seem to stop, and that even if they wanted to send me home, I wouldn't be able to make it to the car.
At this point, I about lost it. They gave me a shot of Morphine with some anti nausea meds. I just wanted an epidural. I was in so much pain, and it wasn't stopping, and the Morphine didn't take away much, if any of the pain, and the anti nausea meds made me SO tired. It made everything so much more miserable. I could barley keep my eyes open, but I hurt so bad, but I was so excited to get this baby out of me, but I couldn't see strait, but but but... I tried not to take it out on the nurses, Adam or my mom. I knew it wasn't (directly) their fault that I was in pain, that the doc had to ok me to stay. Because I didn't want to be mean, I was pretty funny. Naughty words came out of my mouth. I banged on the table. I cracked jokes that I told everyone not to laugh at, (which made everything even funnier) because it would then make me laugh which made me hurt more.
When that (hellish) hour was over, my contractions weren't ending, just spiking. I was moaning and groaning and not stopping, it just hurt so much! So when the nurse came back in, she said she wasn't even going to call the doc, she was just going to admit me (plus I was at a 3). hallelujah! any new person that came into the room I asked if they were the magic doctor. I was SO happy when the "magic doctor" (anesthesiologist) came in. I told him he was magic, and that he was my best friend. Instant relief. I got to sleep a bit. Once I got the epidural, my body started dilating faster and in just a couple hours I made it up to an 8. Around 7:30 p.m. they broke my water and about 8:15 I was fully dilated. They told me the doctor was on his way and to let them know when I felt ready to push.
About 8:35 p.m. I was ready to push. At this point, my contractions went from being 2 minutes apart to 5 minutes apart. That made it kind of awkward. I would have a contraction and push 2 or 3 times, then we all just sat around, with my legs in the air, just hanging out, waiting for my next contraction. I ended up pushing 6-8 times total and my baby boy was here.
He was perfect. They showed him to me, then cleaned him off a little bit, then Adam brought him back to me for skin to skin. It was amazing. He was beautiful. He was perfect. And he looked like his brother. We have been in love with him ever since.
Welcome to the world Logan Grey Miner
ok fine, here is a picture of him when he was 1 week old.
he is now 7 weeks with fabulous chunks all over. pictures coming soon.
