My littlest man is 4 months old today! I cant believe it. I know people say all the time that time flies and babies don't stay babies very long but it is so true! Babies change so much too just from week to week and month to month.
This day 4 months ago about this time I was not feeling well. I woke up the morning I had him just not feeling great but at first it did not make me think that it was the day he would be born. I just figured I was feeling the way I was cause that's just how you feel when you are about to have a baby in a week or so.
The weekend prior to this day we were at "Mr. Outgoing's" football game and my husband's mom (maw maw) came. Her and I were talking about when we thought "Mr. Chubby" would come. I told her maybe it will be Monday, I had my first two boys on Mondays. She said I would love for you to have it on Monday, Monday would be September 29Th which was maw maw's dad's birthday who has passed away. I did not know this. I told her well it could certainly happen! And from that point on I had in my head that he would probably come Monday or I hoped he would anyway.
OK, back to the morning I woke 4 months ago. We took "Mr. Outgoing" to school as we always did and came back to the house. At some point we laid down to take a nap, me and "Mr. Shy", and the whole time I was laying down I was not feeling good and I think now was probably having contractions, which was why I was feeling so bad. But nothing was too bad or consistent so I still didn't really think at that point that this was the day. We picked "Mr. Outgoing" up from school and I was still not feeling good. This whole day I have not told anyone how I was feeling. I am weird like that. I knew they would say you better get to the hospital and with all my boys I was afraid of getting to the hospital and them sending me home, WHY, I am not sure, again, I am weird like that.
"Mr. Outgoing" had a soccer game this day 4 months ago. The boys and I met my mom and daddy at the game. At this point I was really not feeling good. One of the other moms told me that I did not look well, I told her I did not feel great either. When we were walking back to our cars after the game I told my mom that I was not feeling good and that I think I had been having contractions all day. She said do you want to go to the hospital now? I said NO, I cant, I need to get home and make sure the boys are OK before we leave and pack "Mr. Outgoing's" lunch and take a shower. My mom said you better get to the hospital! I told her I will but I had to go home first. All the way home I was having contractions worse than they had been all day but to me that still were not real consistent. I called my sister on the way home and told her that "Mr. Chubby" would probably be coming soon. She also told me, you better get to the hospital. See, with "Mr. Shy" I was almost too late getting to the hospital for the same reason I was not going now. I was dilated to like an 8 or something with "Mr. Shy" by the time we had arrived at the hospital and I was almost not able to get my epidural cause my contractions were so bad and I could not be still for them to give it to me. My mom and sister kept reminding me of this, but I kept telling them that I would be fine. I then called my husband and told him that "Mr. Chubby" was probably on his way and that when we get home we needed to make sure the boys were OK and I needed to pack "Mr. Outgoing's lunch" (you know cause no one else could do it as good as I did) and I wanted to take a shower and then make sure the boys would be OK before we left.
I knew it was September 29Th, maw maw's dad's birthday, but because it was so late in the evening I figured there was no way "Mr. Chubby" would be born on his birthday. LITTLE DID I KNOW!
Once we got home and I was trying to do all this stuff that could have easily been done by my mom, my contractions were getting worse and now they were consistent and closer together. I would double over each time I had one and then keep getting stuff done when it was over. I finally got everything done and had just got out of the shower and was feeling so bad, I told my husband that I needed to lay down...WHAT WAS I THINKING!?!? I laid there for not even a couple of minutes before I told my husband that we had to go and at that point I was crying because I was in pain AND because I knew we were not going to make it to the hospital in time...I knew we would not make it there in time for my epidural but at this point I was not sure we would make it there in time to have him! I was crying because of the pain and knowing it was only going to get worse and nothing was going to help that...I was crying cause I knew I had messed up and now I might have "Mr. Chubby" in the car on the way to the hospital. It was just awful! I was mad at myself and the rest of the world...daddy could not drive fast enough and then I would yell at him for driving too fast!
We finally arrived at the hospital and they put me in a wheel chair and some guy took me while Josh went back to park the car and get our stuff. The guy that took me was asking me all these questions that I could barely answer and making jokes about stuff and I was dieing! He asked me did I want to wait for my husband to go up and I said NO. We were finally in the room and the nurse told me to go get undressed and pee in a cup. I am pretty much in tears and went to get undressed and attempted to sit and pee in a cup but that was not happening...I think I thought "Mr. Chubby" would come out into the cup instead! I told daddy to tell the nurse that I could not pee in the cup and she said that was fine. I came out and got into the bed and the nurse started in on all these stupid questions that they always ask...I could not answer her, she just stood there looking at me like would you get over it already and just answer my questions. I finally told her that we did not have time for this...I said I need my epidural before it was too late. She assured me that I would get it. I said you don't understand, something is happening down there and I think you should check me before we go any further with anything else. So another nurse comes in and the nurse I was just talking to told her I was worried about not getting my epidural and that she was going to check me to see where I was and that everything would be fine. One nurse went out and the other checked me. As soon as the nurse checked to see what I was dilated too she instantly RAN out of the room, she said nothing to us...I looked at my husband and just started crying, I said I am not getting the epidural. He said yes you will. I kept telling him I knew I would not get my epidural and I did not know how I was going to do this without one. The other nurse walks back in and says that the other nurse (that had just ran from the room) wanted her to recheck me to make sure where I was at. She checks me and tells me that I am at a 10 and it was too late for an epidural. That is pretty much when the screaming and crying began and it did not stop until "Mr. Chubby" was born.
Of course they wanted me not to push which was pretty much impossible not to do. My doc was on her way but they were afraid I was going to have this baby before she got there. They made me turn on my side which made everything so much worse. One nurse was in my face the whole time telling me to calm down, I had my eyes closed the whole time and was out of my mind in pain. I was trying to listen and do what they wanted me to but I couldn't, I was in my own little PAINFUL world. I did not know where my husband was at this point, I mean I know he was in the room but I did not know where. I kept thinking to myself that this was something I had to do and nothing was going to get me out of this, I had to have this baby but I didn't want to! The nurses kept telling me that I had to calm down cause me getting so worked up was not good for the baby. So then I started thinking because I was so stupid not only was I going through this pain but I was now going to harm my unborn child because of it. Meanwhile my water broke and this really made the nurses nervous. I heard them say this baby is going to come any minute now. At one point I opened my eyes and saw about 20 people staring at me. I quickly closed my eyes back!
Finally my doctor ran into the room in her workout attire and quickly prepared to deliver a baby. They finally let me turn back onto my back. I still was thinking how am I actually going to have this BABY with no epidural. I know so far what I had been through was painful but I knew it was still no baby actually coming out! When my doctor finally said I could push I just thought to myself just push one or two times and it would all be over with. That's what I did and out came "Mr. Chubby"...ALL ALMOST 9 POUNDS OF HIM! But it was all over, I was no longer in the pain I had been in...I actually felt GREAT compared to how I had been feeling! Oh and by the way, from the time we arrived at the hospital to "Mr. Chubby" being born was a total of like 20 minutes! But it seemed like it had been HOURS!
Now that the baby was born, we had to go back and do all the stuff we were suppose to do before he was born...you know, answering stupid questions and signing tons of stuff. Meanwhile I found out all the other people in my room was EVERYONE that was working that night in labor and delivery plus nicu staff plus the ER doc in case he had to deliver my baby. I thought to myself, there was a doctor in my room the whole time that could have delivered him and they were making me wait! For that matter my husband could have caught him! The nicu doc was in there to make sure "Mr. Chubby" was OK after going through so much trauma and stress. Luckily "Mr. Chubby" was just fine! I finally saw my husband and my sister was in there too. I told them that I am sure glad this was our third or I am not sure we would have THREE! That was the worse pain I had ever been through in my life and I hope the worse pain I will ever go through!
And by the way, "Mr. Chubby" shares a birthday with his great-grandfather that he never knew.
Whew! I feel like I was just in labor all over again!
The pics above are of "Mr. Chubby" in his first month and then some of him now at 4 months. SEE, he did grow into that nose! It seems the chubbier he gets the smaller his nose gets!:)