Monday, June 29, 2015

JohnMark's Birth Story Part 1

*Please forgive me for this novel of a story. I want to remember all the details..*

My mom came into town on my due date, May 11th. It was hard to decide when she should come since she had to buy a plane ticket, but the timing was perfect. She helped me finish the nursery, which was so unorganized, we ran some errands, and I was able to show her around Auburn since it was her first time visiting. We had so much fun!

On my due date we cooked dinner for our teammate's birthday and had five people over for dinner. I was so thankful for my mom's help! 
Getting snow cones! 

Each day came and went passed my due date. The braxton-hicks kept coming and my feet kept getting more and more swollen. Every morning I woke up disappointed that I didn't go into labor in the middle of the night. (I was convinced my labor would start at night for some reason)

The morning of the 15th Drew and I went to 8am mass. I was having a lot of braxton-hicks, but after googling countless times how to tell the difference from the real contractions I still thought labor was far far away. Then I heard the Gospel reading....

"Jesus said to his disciples: 
“Amen, amen, I say to you, you will weep and mourn,while the world rejoices;you will grieve, but your grief will become joy.When a woman is in labor, she is in anguish because her hour has arrived;but when she has given birth to a child,she no longer remembers the pain because of her joythat a child has been born into the world.So you also are now in anguish.But I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice,and no one will take your joy away from you.On that day you will not question me about anything.Amen, amen, I say to you,whatever you ask the Father in my name he will give you.”     John 16:20-23

....then I thought well maybe it will happen today! After mass my preschool class had their end of the year program. I had taken the whole week off of work because I was so done bending over to pick things up off the ground. Going to work was physically hard on me.. and being very largely pregnant in a teeny preschool room with teeny chairs and tables... not fun. It was adorable to hear them sing their song and all of the parents were amazed I was STILL pregnant.

Then we went to Barbeque House for breakfast with two of Drew's students and then off to my doctors appointment at 10:15am.

I was anticipating a uneventful visit since that is how all the previous ones went.

My doctor came in and wasted no time. To summarize: high blood pressure, protein in urine, not dilated at all, and baby still was extremely high. I had to go to the hospital to get some tests done and I might possibly be staying to have a baby or I might be sent home....... I would either be induced or have a c-section. He said if I chose the induction it would most likely be very long and could still result in a c-section. He also said I would probably have the baby Saturday night or SUNDAY MORNING. (it was only Friday morning at that time) The choice was up to us and he would be our advocate for whatever we wanted. We asked if we should go home to get our hospital bags. He said yes, but don't waste anytime we needed to get to the hospital asap.

It was a very surreal trip home, telling my mom about the appointment, finishing packing up my bag, and driving to the hospital.

We got checked in at the hospital and I went into an observation room. They had me put a gown on, hooked me up to the monitor and drew some blood. It sure didn't feel like there was a chance I would be leaving.

Part Two


4 comments:

  1. I love love love birth stories! I think I read approximately 100 of them in preparation for Kate's birth. Can't wait to read the rest!! :)

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    1. I did the same! I am so excited to finally have my own :)

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  2. Can't wait to read more!! I love birth stories :)

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  3. Can't wait to read more!! I love birth stories :)

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