So, today would have been my induction date, and I have a fifteen-day-old I fully expected to have Amelia in December past my due date since she is my first baby but she had other plans! I still can’t believe she is here! The past 2 weeks have been a blur since I went into labor. Let me tell you the whole story.
It all started Saturday, November 16th. I had finished teaching a couple of days before thinking I would use the last 2 weeks before Baby Miller’s due date to get the house in order and do some Christmas shopping. That Friday night, Cathy came over to help me decorate the house for Christmas. I was so tired that night, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. And looking back, I sure am glad we got the decorating done! My Mom also spent the night that night so we could go garage saling on Saturday morning. That’s another thing I’m thankful for that she was here that morning when I woke up. So about 3:40 in the morning I woke up having contractions. I knew that these feelings were different from the braxton hicks I’d been experiencing throughout the pregnancy. I continued to try to sleep on and off for the next few hours until I went in and woke Mom up and told her I thought I was having contractions. They were coming every 15-20 minutes at this point, so we knew we were not in a hurry. So guess what Mom suggested? We still go looking for garage sales! And that’s what we did. Of course she’s still not driving, so the 2 of us got in my Beetle and I drove us around the neighborhood while I was continuing to have contractions. We were a funny sight for sure. Of course people commented about Mom’s dedication going to garage sales on crutches, while they had no idea I was in labor! It’s pretty funny looking back that I would have to stop the car at a stop sign to breathe through the contractions. The rest of that day we just tried to take it easy and do things that would take my mind off the pain. The contractions started to come closer together and at times were less than 10 minutes apart. We watched Christmas movies and I changed positions frequently to work through the labor. My sister and Drew decided to go ahead and drive down so they could be here in case things started progressing quickly. About 24 hours into the labor, we decided it was time to go to the hospital. The contractions were extremely consistent and I was having to stop, concentrate and breathe through each one. So Bethany, Mom, Kent and I loaded up the card and headed to the hospital. I really thought this was it, we wouldn’t come back to our house as a family of 2. That’s also funny to think back on now. So early Sunday morning we arrived to the hospital and I got checked into Triage. We went through the normal motions of answering every question imaginable before they checked me to see how dilated I was. Then the moment of truth. When the nurse told me I was just 1/2 a cm I had a hard time keeping it together. I knew that what I was experiencing was real labor but there we were listening to her say something about this being the early stage of labor and once my body got some rest, the contractions could just stop. That’s something I didn’t want to think about. The entire time I just wanted the labor to progress so the contractions and pain were for something good! So it wasn’t long before she told me to get dressed and they were sending us home with a couple hydrocodone to get some rest. That day I slept for abotu 4-5 hours and felt a bit more rested but the contractions never stopped. At this point, Bethany was considering going back home because of what the doctors were telling me about how the labor might just stop. Ultimately she decided to stay and I’m so glad! So Sunday I just labored at home, again changing positions frequently to work through the pain. The contractions started coming more often and lasting longer but they were always very consistent. There was never a period of time where they just stopped. That’s why I knew this was different! During the night Sunday night we talked to the doctor on call and he suggested waiting it out until the morning if I could and come to my OB’s office to get checked instead of going back to the hospital. So first thing Monday morning, Kent and I went in to see if I’d progressed. At 7:30 Monday morning, I was a solid 1 cm. Though I was disappointed the labor was moving so slowly, that was progress and at that point everyone else around me realized that this was the real deal and it wasn’t going away. The nurse practitioner who checked me sent us home to rest and continue laboring and to come back in 3 hours. Well we ended up going back to the office 2 more times that day and each time we saw progress! By late afternoon on Monday they were saying I was a solid 3 cm. Our hospital won’t admit you until you’re 4 cm or your water broke, so with each passing hour I was getting closer and that’s what I had to hold onto. As we left the doctor’s office for the last time that afternoon, our nurse practitioner said to just go home one more time and wait it out until I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore and at that point to head to the hospital. So I mentally prepared myself for a few more hours of labor and we headed home again. Each time we left eh house, we geared up that this might be the last time we’re leaving the house without our baby girl. I would eat a nice protein-filled meal and we’d hit the road only to be told we had to come home again. The back and forth was exhausting, especially with contractions continuing to come every 5 minutes! So we came home and I tried to rest until I felt like I couldn’t handle the pain anymore. We headed to the hospital for the 2nd time (and what we thought was the last!) at about 7:30 Monday night. This time, Mom and Bethany stayed behind, waiting for Kent’s call that we were checked in and they should come up to the hospital. We arrived and got checked into triage. Again we had to answer all those questions that somehow seem like they should be saved in the system from the day before. After that it was time to get checked. We unfortunately got stuck with a nurse who didn’t have much personality which made the whole experience that much worse. Though our nurse practitioner had told us I was a solid 3 cm at my last checkup that day, this nurse didn’t hesitate when she informed us that she’d been “doing this for 26 years, and you’re just 2 cm.” I had to hold back the tears, mostly because the doctor then came in and said that this early stage of labor, though it was real still could just stop and the baby might not come for another week. At this point, we were desperate and din’t know what to do. The doctor decided to give me a morphine shot and sent us home. Because Kent and I were alone, we didn’t know what else to do other than trust that what the doctor was telling us was the best decision. But the morphoine shot proved to be very difficult for me to handle. We didn’t even make it home before the medicine took effect and my Dad, Bethany and Kent had to practically carry me into the house. I was so drowsy and drugged feeling, it was so hard! And the worst part is that the contractions didn’t slow down or the pain didn’t lessen. I still couldn’t sleep because the contractions were coming every couple of minutes. And the hard thing was I couldn’t concentrate to breathe through the pain because I was so loopy feeling. Bethany and Kent were making fun of me after the fact because I would start out my breathing with a “He, He,” and then I would just stop because I couldn’t remember the rest. It is funny now, but it definitely wasn’t funny at the time! That night we talked to the doctor on call and she encouraged us to just come back to the office first thing in the morning if I could stand to wait. That night was really hard but we made it through and we headed to the office the next morning to get checked. I don’t think neither Kent nor I anticipated much improvement and though we didn’t say so to each other I think we both expected to be sent home again. When the doctor came in the room I was having a contraction and he looked at me and said “Well I’d say that’s the real deal!” I thought to myself “Finally! They are not telling me these contractions could go away!” After the contraction was over the doctor checked me and I was 5 cm!!! I almost jumped off the table and gave him a hug! When he told us we could go to the hospital Kent and I were just so relieved that this was finally going to happen. As we were walking out of the office, all the nurses and office staff cheered and clapped for us! When we got in the car I looked at Kent and said “let’s do this thing!” 😉 The hospital is across the street from our doctor’s office so we didn’t have far to go. We also decided very quickly that I was going to get an epidural because I really needed rest and if the 2nd half of my labor was even half as long as the 1st half I wouldn’t make it without some sleep. Plus by this point I had been having consistent contractions for 80 hours so I felt like I had experienced enough labor! 😉 That was the best decision ever! Not long after we got to the hospital the anesthesiologist showed up and the relief was almost instantaneous. As soon as the epidural kicked in I fell to sleep and had a solid 4 hours of rest. It was so wonderful! After days of being awake sleep was a beautiful thing. After my nap, the rest of the day just flew by. Before I knew it I was 8 centimeters dilated and Kent and my family left to go grab dinner. While they were gone my contractions started coming even closer together and the nurse checked and I was 9 1/2 so I was a bit worried everyone might not make it back from dinner before Baby Girl arrived! Thankfully they showed up with just minutes to spare before I started pushing. The doctor told me because this was my first baby I might push for 2 hours so I was prepared for the long haul. Little did we all know that things were going to move a lot quicker! I remember about 15 minutes in Bethany asked the nurse if I could have a mirror and the nurse left the room to grab one and the minute she walked back in the door the baby came out like a cannon ball! The doctor had to catch her she came out so quickly! They put the baby on my chest and I said “Happy Birthday Amelia Layne!” and that’s how Kent and I announced her name. It was the most magical, beautiful moment of our lives. Kent and I both cried and just stared at Amelia in amazement at the gift from God that this baby is to us. Mom and Bethany were able to be witness to this very special moment which meant so much to me! Amelia Layne was 7 pounds and 20.5 inches long and just as perfect as she could be!
The past two weeks have been amazing though sleep deprived! We are loving being parents and feel so incredibly blessed by God to call Amelia Layne our daughter! Thank you to everyone for all your support and encouragement along the way. We love you all!