The Journey to meet you-Part 2

This post comes to you from the comfort of my own home....ahhhh! What a difference a week and a half makes. As you can probably tell by the tone of the last post, I was not yet in active labor. Let me tell you, a few hours later things were a lot different.

I spent that afternoon watching tv and walking, or trying to at least. At 4:30, Clayton returned to the hospital with Subway, yum... (little did I know, I never would eat that sandwich). I was feeling the contractions, but still not to bad. We settled in for the night and I got up to use the washroom before dinner and BOOM....my water breaks! I actually found it slightly funny but Clayton turned white as a ghost and started pacing around freaking out while I stood there laughing....and so it began, the journey to meet you part 2.

From 5pm until close to 11, we sat in that room and dealt with the contractions as they started to come stronger and stronger. Clayton tried to stay distracted by watching hockey, while I made my way to the shower 3 different times, the only thing that seemed to give me any sort of relief.

At 11pm the nurse decided it was time to move us into the "birthing room"...dun dun dun! We must be getting close if were moving to the room where it all goes down! By the time we switched rooms and got settled, I decided it was time for shower #4....and when I came out the nurse asked again if I wanted to take something for the pain. I guess the anesthesiologist was there and if I was thinking of an epidural, now was the time. We discussed it and I decided to go for it. It had been 12 hours and I was getting tired. By the time he came in and finished, it was after 1 and although it didn't take 100%, the relief of the pain was wonderful and I drifted in and out of sleep every 5-6 minutes. During this time, the drip was started to try and get those contractions back on track. By 5am, I was starting to feel the pain again and asked for a top up. Lucky for me he was back and in no time I was 100% pain free, finally sleep, a solid 1.5 hours. I woke up and found my doctor back and the sun rising...back to reality! I still had no pain and had to ask if I was still having contractions. I thought for sure after all this time we must have progressed enough to start pushing and I knew I could do it, after all I couldn't feel anything!

I was checked again at 8am and was told not much had changed and that the babies head was still not engaged. That is when the first mention of a c-section came up....a c-section? really? I never expected to hear those words. I had spent the past 6 months working out 2 times a week and prepping for this birth and now they wanted to do a c-section? She decided to wait 1 more hour, check again and if nothing had progress to move forward with the surgery. That was the longest hour of my life and as the pain slowly started coming back, I was on board with this c-section idea...get this baby out of me!

Was I scared? beyond! But not as scared as I was at the thought of those contractions coming back!

Before I knew it, it was 9am and she was back. She checked and nothing had changed, so off we were. Wheeled into the operating room and prepped, which included more epidural! Ohhh how I loved the feeling of....nothing! Clayton came in, all done up in scrubs and looking about as scared as I felt. We sat there together for 10 minutes before they announced "You are about to become parents". The next sound we heard was pure joy, our little boys soft soft cries, and with tears in our eyes, there he was.

I never expected to go overdue, to be induced, to have an epidural or a c-section. My entire birth plan was turned upside down....but in the end, everything that happened lead me to you and you are worth all of that and so much more.

Mommy and Daddy love you more then words can say Mr. Brylen Daely. Welcome to the world!