I’m sitting completely uninterrupted and alone for the first time since Thursday night. My eyelids are so heavy that the words coming from my fingers are moving in slow motion as I type them. In a nutshell, I’m exhausted.
It has been quite a whirlwind of a weekend around the Gifford house.
Thursday night after I had been cleaning the house that evening and working on homework I started having contractions. They were about 20 minutes apart, so I thought I’d shower and try to make myself feel better since it seemed like even if I did go into labor I would have a lot of time before I needed to go to the hospital. When I got in the shower my contractions magically seemed to stop so I got out and got dressed. I started putting things away and getting ready to go to bed when all of the sudden with literally no warning at all my water broke. And I mean it broke– like I was in a movie, full on gush of water.
So I called Jake who was still at work, called my parents, and called my doctor to let them all know what was happening. Jake immediately left work and my parents came over so my mom could take me to the hospital and my dad could stay the night with Easton.
When we got to the hospital and got all checked in and set up it was about 1 am. The nurse checked where I was at and said I’d dilated to 4 cm. She thought things would probably move quickly, but little man was still so high up there. So we waited. My contractions came more and more regularly becoming increasingly painful, but he stayed nice and high. The nurses kind of seemed surprised at howI was dilating so quickly even though he wasn’t dropping.
When I got my epidural things slowed down. I was dilated to a 6 or 7 when I got it, but it slowed my contractions for a while. It was such a mix between relief and irritation. Around 8 am my nurse decided to have me try to push and see if that would get baby to drop into the right position for delivery. But when she went to call my doctor she found out that he had to go to a different hospital for a natural delivery. And the on-call doctor was in an emergency delivery. So as my epidural began to wear off, I was stuck trying to hold him in and resist the urge to push. Which hurt really bad, by the way.
When my doctor finally did get there, I think I could’ve kissed him. The pressure was so intense that I couldn’t wait to push! It only took a few minutes to get everything ready, but those minutes felt like eternity. I had Jake and my mom both in the delivery room and I’m pretty sure I kept asking them to stop talking..oops. The even funnier thing was that even though Jake did stand by me, he faced the wall the entire time because he just couldn’t handle it!
Little man couldn’t wait to come out- it didn’t take more than 20 minutes for him to make his way into the world. Watching him be born was the most relieving and beautiful feeling. I can’t describe the way it made me feel and couldn’t help but cry when I saw him, I was just so overwhelmed with emotions.
After a couple of hours bonding with our little guy, and getting checked out by the nurses, my doctor decided that because I was bleeding so much and had a large portion of my placenta that had not come out on its own, I needed to have a d&c. That was scary because on top of seeing all the blood and tissue I’d lost, there were so many people running in and out, pressing on me, and talking about things I didn’t understand. Thankfully, I have a great doctor and the nurses in the operating room were top notch- which really helped my anxiety.
Aside from that little dramatic note, it was all really smooth and pretty easy. I’m so grateful that even though there was a slight complication on my end, baby Lincoln was healthy and strong, and that I had the right care. I’m happy to report that we’re all at home adjusting now and even though it’s taking a little getting used to, we’re so in love with our newest little addition and couldn’t be happier to be a family of four.
And seriously, you should see how cute Jake and Easton are with this little guy- it melts my heart.