And so it begins...my life as a mother of TWO!! Somewhere around 33 weeks pregnant, my new sweet bundle of joy decided to make his mother's life a living hell ;) That's his job right?!?!? The first born is forever trying to please his parents, while the baby tries to stir it up. Well he's off to a pretty good start..ha ha! Man, it's a good thing they make kids cute ;)
So on the Sunday morning that started it all, Richard took Corbin to Starbucks to get some coffee. No Corbin doesn't get coffee..he just plays with the sugar ;) When he got back, I was complaining that I had cramps and that the Braxton Hicks I had been having were coming more frequently than they had been. After a little while, I decided it was time to start timing them because they wouldn't go away. I was 32 weeks and 5 days pregnant. After an hour or two of BH every 3-8 minutes...I decided to call the after hours nurse line. I told her my story and she told me to head to the hospital to be checked out. We got there, headed to triage, and was hooked up to the monitor. After confirming that the contractions were 3-8 minutes apart and picking up, they decided to try a shot of terbutaline to get them to stop and checked to see if my cervix was dilated...1.5cm. One shot didn't work, so we moved on. Next step was to move me to a room where they administered a total of 3 bags of IV fluids, 3 more shots of terbutaline, another med called Nubain, yet another med called Percardia, and an overnight stay at the hospital. Sadly, none of it worked, but by the morning, my cervix hadn't changed and the contractions weren't stressing the baby out....so I was sent home with a prescription for Percardia and told to take it until my next appt, but to come back if the contractions became regular again. It wasn't even 48 hours before we were back, but still no change, so we were sent home.
I got the joy of contracting for 3.5 weeks. Everyday. Sometimes just at night and other lovely times..all.freakin.day.long! They were never really painful...annoying at best. Don't worry....I complained a lot. ;) Anyway, if you are wondering what this has to do with actually having the child...it does. On Tuesday, the contractions became painful. Not regular, just painful. All day I would have to stop every now and again because I would have this shooting pain from my back and through my hips. I had an appt with my OB that morning and I was still 3cm, as I had been the week before, so it still didn't seem like they were really doing anything. I didn't really think anything of them until they became REALLY painful and very regular around 7pm. Again, we started timing them...every 2-4 minutes. I tried taking a bath to make them stop with no luck, so I decided to call the nurse line...as expected...go to the hospital. So we go in...go to triage...get hooked up...this was old hat by now. They checked my cervix and I was still 3cm, but on a scale of 1-10..the pain was about an 8. They checked me into a room and kept me for 2 hours for observation. They gave me Nubain again for the pain and let me sleep a bit, but as expected I was still 3cm at the end of 2 hours. Over the course of the day, I had become more effaced and the pain was still at an "8" level, but the nurse said they were going to discharge me anyway...because it wasn't "real labor". She told me to take a bath if I wanted them to go away. I cried the whole way home. We got home around 1am...I walked straight upstairs..and went to bed, but couldn't sleep because the pain got progressively worse and the contractions continued to come every few minutes. I tried not to wake Richard, but after 3 hours of trying to endure..it was too much. I woke him up and he ran a bath. While I was in the bath, I told him he needed to call the emergency nurse because on a scale of 1-10...my pain was probably a 25. Maybe I have a low tolerance, but seriously...I was basically freaking out...in the bathtub. The emergency nurse told Richard to give me Benedryl and to go back to sleep...I freaked and she told him that if my pain was unbearable to go back to the hospital. At this point, I couldn't get up....couldn't get dressed...and told Richard he needed to call an ambulance. He thought we could get there faster ourselves and after calling my mom to get there fast to watch Corbin, we left before she got there. Yes, I left my child home alone (for all of 5 minutes at most), but it was an emergency.
It was straight out of the movies...he ran red lights...I screamed the whole way there...I'm glad no one videotaped it ;) We finally got there around 5am after what felt like the longest car ride in the world..and I couldn't get out. They came and got me with a wheelchair and rushed me to a room. Of course, I was still screaming and I'm pretty sure I yelled at someone wanting to know why they sent me home...right after I begged and pleaded for an epidural ;) They checked my cervix and I was 8 cm, had a bulging bag, and Hudson was sunny side up...yay..fun! Of course, they had to do paperwork, then give me a bag of fluid, then they would call and wake up the anesthesiologist, so he could come put me out of my misery. I'm sure 45 minutes to one hour to do all those things was seriously fast in a hospital, but it felt like a lifetime! That god of a man showed up and tried to introduce himself..of course, didn't go over well...then said he would explain what he was doing...again, not well. Seriously, just DO IT! 15 minutes later....I was a pleasant person :) Well, as pleasant as I get :)
After the epidural...I was happy. Sad that we only needed to make it another day for our OB to be on call, but my least favorite doctor was no where to be found, so whatever. The doctor on call was nice enough and when she came into our room, she mentioned in passing that she was off to do a C-section with our doctor and left. We thought maybe she would stop by, but it was just our luck that she stopped by to deliver Hudson :) :) She walked in 15 minutes before her C-section and just as I was ready to push! It worked out perfectly...she moved her surgery back 30 minutes and it was a big party....singing Arms Wide Open and Air Supply. Gotta love a second baby deliver..ha ha! As Hudson was about to be born, she asked Richard if he wanted to help deliver him and with her "spotting him"... he got to see everything first hand. Not sure if it was a good thing, but after that traumatizing event....there will be no more births in our family, so he might as well grab the opportunity when it presents itself ;)
So Hudson Pierce Bray was born November 18 at 9:25 am, weighing in at 6lbs 9oz and measuring 18.5 inches long. After a very miserable 36 weeks and 1 day...I was glowing....to not be pregnant..woot, woot! And now my life as a mother of two boys begins. I'm not going to lie, I know that the insane times are coming, but it has been pretty awesome so far. I'm not nearly as high strung this time around. I'm taking it one day at a time and today is a great day. I'm enjoying the days when the world disappears....where we enjoy just being with each other for a few weeks...where you realize what's important. At the end of the day, I would do it all over again, but am sure glad that hormones make you forget almost every painful piece ;)