The thought of needles and pain were the primary reasons why my stomach was in knots on such a wonderful day. I'm a chicken...like r-e-a-l big chicken when it comes to needles and pain...they just don't mix well with me. I was nervous and anxious but happy and excited that hopefully in a few hours we would be welcoming our newest baby boy into the world.
But before that, let's go back a few weeks. I was huge. My back hurt. This tiny human inside of me was literally beating me up. I could never get comfortable. Unfortunately, I'm a complainer
So on Saturday morning Drew and I got up, loaded the car with our stuff, and headed to the hospital. Since I had filled out my pre-admit paperwork a few days before we went right up to the Labor and Delivery Unit. By this time I just wanted to cry out of fear and go back home...and they hadn't even shown me a needle yet. We were taken into our room and I changed into that horrible hospital gown and tummy squeezing monitor belt (I guess you would call that a belt...). I got settled into my bed and waited for the dreadful IV stick.
My best-friend Lauren, who is an RN, was there with us. I contemplated asking if they would let her do the needle stick but decided it probably wasn't the best idea...for her safety...haha! I saw the needle on a table behind her and asked how big it was. She quickly stood in front of it and told me don't worry about it. So naturally I asked her a thousand more times before she finally caved and told me it was one of the biggest ones. CRAP! I think I may have teared up a little bit at that point. Since I have an irrational fear of needles it's only right that they would blow my vein on the first try and have to stick me again...yea...
Once that traumatic event was over it was just time to wait. As the morning inched by the pain was getting worse but I still wanted to hold off on the epidural. I was trying to wait it out until I absolutely had to have it. Much of this time is a quite a blur to me because of the amount of pain I was in. Part of that pain was back labor and of course right about where I broke my back 2 years prior! Go me!
Finally about 11:45 a.m. I decided it was time for the epidural. Not fun. They sat me up, prepped by back and told me not to move...so naturally I flinched as soon as they started. Hey, I can't make everything easy for them, right?? I questioned my doctor about the possibility of the epidural not working because of my back injury and she said you just can't tell. So there I was waiting again -this time for real relief. Thirty minutes later I was still in horrible pain so Drew went to find a nurse to let her know. They came back in moved me around and said to wait again. At 12:30 p.m. I was still feeling nothing but a little numbness in my legs and tons and tons of pain. This time they brought the doctor in and she said she could adjust the epidural and see if that would help. Of course it didn't. I told her I was feeling a lot of pressure so she checked to see where I was dilated to and yelled that it was time for baby NOW!
The doctor and nurses were running around the room crazy trying to get everything ready. I was freaking out because I was about to do this with no epidural...no pain meds...just my strength. My mom and Lauren were going to be in the room with me since Drew doesn't deal with all that...silly man...I grabbed a hold of Lauren's hand and it was time! For 5 l.o.n.g minutes I pushed and screamed and finally brought our beautiful baby boy into the world. At 12:42 p.m. he joined us weighing 6 pounds 13 ounces and was 19 inches long. And it was over. I did it. I survived the pain. God designed our bodies to do such miraculous things!!
The next two days were filled with an overly abundant amount of love and happiness as friends and family came to see our little man. He was perfect and everyone loved him! I decided not to breast feed and we went through three different formulas in that time. Our other kids came to the hospital and were just amazed at their new baby brother.
With the birth of this wonderful baby our family was no longer two families joined by marriage -we became one. A lot of things changed when he was born that has made our lives so much better. He truly was a gift from God that helped our family in so many ways!
Happy 1st Birthday Jaxon!
Mommy, Daddy, Kenzie, Ryley, Hudson, Jase and Avery love YOU very much!
Ashley
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