The week before Christmas I started grocery shopping and cleaning/organizing the house. This should have tipped me off to the nesting period but it didn't. I walked up and down every isle in Mejier as this would probably be my last trip to the grocery store before the little man arrived. I got to the back of the store with a full cart and was dreading the push across the entire store to get to the check out. I was so sore and the thought of carrying all the groceries in the house and putting them away made me exhausted.
Christmas day came and it was so nice to not have to travel anywhere and have people come to us! We opened presents in the morning and then I started preparing for an early dinner. I made cornish hens, green bean bundles, corn soufflé, salads and carrot cake from scratch. Once dinner was over I was exhausted and very uncomfortable from all the work and the full belly from eating all the food. I was ready for bed and the boys (dad, Ryan, and Scott) stayed up till 1 am playing the new golden tee game they got from my mom for christmas.
The next morning I was up at 6:45 for the 3 bathroom break of the night! However this one came with a tightening and some pain. I thought it was just a Braxton Hick which I have been having for awhile especially at the terrible Christmas party the parents had for the kids a school. I got up 2 more times and each time making a trip to the bathroom and getting rid of everything that was in my stomach. I thought that it was from all the food I had ate the day before. I sat on the edge of the bed and Scott woke up to ask if I was ok. I told him that I thought, "this was it" and he said in a tired and hungover state that I should try to lay back down and sleep. I quickly told him I would be taking a shower instead of laying back down. This scared him a little and I think he knew I was serious because he also took a shower and asked if he should wake up my family. I didn't want to wake anyone up just in case this was false labor since I had no idea what real labor was. Scott ate breakfast and sat on the couch watching TV as I was getting ready for a trip to the hospital but of course not without hair done and make up on. My mom heard the showing and knew it was not like us to be up and moving before 8am especially Scott. She asked him why he was dressed and up and he replied, "I think we may be having a baby today." Mom then came in to check on me and know my Dad and brother were up as well. We called the Doc and headed to the hospital.
The car ride to the hospital was the most uncomfortable ride ever! It hurt to sit down and sit straight up because I couldn't recline my seat because of the car seat in the back. We walked into the hospital at 9:15 and got into an elevator with a group of people all congratulating Scott and I. I was holding on to the rail and trying to breathe threw my contractions. We got to the maternity floor and they unlocked the door and I had a contraction while walking through the door and had to hold onto the door until it was over. In the meantime the alarm was going off because I had the door open for too long but there was nothing I could do.
I got checked in and met my nurse who was AWEFUL!! She was slamming things around and stuck me twice for my IV before she had to call someone in to stick me in the other arm. This was the worse part of the labor. I quickly got my epidural and it was SO easy and I started to feel pretty comfortable after that. Scott and my mom were there holding my hand and feeding me ice chips when it got really painful. Dad and Ryan also sat in the room with me for awhile in the after noon. Scott was a little hungover from the night before and had my brother go get him pizza from the cafeteria. I had nothing to eat all day and didn't feel like eating anything ever again.
At about 3:30pm I started to feel some pressure and wanted to push however the nurse and doctor wanted me to labor down for another hour because I tried pushing and just wasn't ready. I had dilated to a 9.5 all by myself but the nurse, that I hated, wanted to give me pitosin so that it would speed things up and my contractions more intense. During this hour of laboring down Scott went to the restroom and my mom was squeezing my hand and talking to me as this was the worse part. I started to feel like I was going to throw up and my mom found an bucket but it was full of stuff so she emptied it and then helped me throw up into it. Oh this was the worst hour ever!!
Scott was great when I started to push and he talked to me the entire time and told me what do because I didn't trust the nurse. The Doc came in the room right before he was ready to come out. When he came out the cord was wrapped around his neck so the doc didn't ask Scott to cut it. He immediately cried after the cord was cut. Easton Scott Fitzgerald born on Dec 26, 2011 at 5:09pm after only 40 minutes of pushing. I was exhausted and felt like I had run a marathon as Scott had been soaking up my sweat with a wash rag for the last hour.
