I'm not sure where to start this blog... But I know I started it to keep me occupied with my baby during those 4am feedings. My daughter is almost 7 weeks old now and the apple of my eye. Let's start from the day that she was born...
Well it all started at 3:30am on November 20, 2009. I woke up feeling like I wet my pants which had to be one of the strangest feelings ever. I layed there thinking "well, maybe I just had to go more than I thought." and I got up and went to the bathroom. I returned back to bed as quietly as possible because my hubby, Dennis, had to wake up in an hour and a half to do a long drive to Mannheim. He wasn't taking the bus because at this point I was 39 weeks pregnant and ready to pop at any time. I rolled over and felt the same feeling again- oh no did I just seriously pee my pants again!? I tapped Dennis lightly on the shoulder until he woke up and said "I don't think you'll be going to Mannheim today, baby." He turned over and groggly replied "why not?" and I said "I think my water broke." Instantly he was awake asking what I wanted to do and what he should do, etc. etc. etc. I replied with "I think I just want to try to get some more sleep and if I'm still wet when I wake up then I know that it was my water."
I rolled back over and layed down ready to fall back asleep. I hadn't gotten much sleep lately because I had too many things going on. I first had to get the "new" car registered because Camden was due any day and all we had was a single cab truck- yeah not so family friendly! And this took atleast 3 days of getting up at an ungodly hour- 7am! HA! And then on the 4th day (that Thursday) we had to drive to Frankfurt to pick up Dennis' grandmother from the airport. She was flying in to help us out with the new baby. The night before, Wednesday, we had done our maternity photos which took us until 10pm to finish- yikes! We didn't make it home until 11pm and had to wake up at 4am Thursday to make it in time for grandma's flight.
Needless to say I didn't get much sleep Thursday night but I had taken a nap (even if I could have slept longer, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to be up until 3am! Haha how ironic...) but I was still a little tired. I didn't make it to bed until midnight. Looking back now, I really wish I had slept and napped a little more! I haven't had a full nights rest in about 2 months.
Back to the story! When I rolled back over, not 5 minutes later I felt a sudden gush. I jumped out of bed hoping I didn't get it on the mattress and starting saying "oh my god, oh my god! Dennis wake up, MY WATER BROKE!" Dennis jumped out of bed like it was on fire. He looked at me and I looked at him and kept saying "omg omg omg it's still coming! What do I do!?" He laughed at me and told me to go to the bathroom. I was frantic and didn't want to get anything on the carpets so I just stood at the door way doing the pee dance and wondering if I could run without getting anything on the carpet. Looking back now, I kind of wish I could see myself...
Well, we didn't go to the hospital until I was completely ready to go. I took a shower, ate something, or maybe 2 things..., called my mom, texted my closest friend here, and updated my facebook (haha yes I was THAT mom!), and of course I called labor and delivery to tell them that I thought my water broke and that I would be waiting at home until I felt like I absolutely HAD to go in. Around 6:30am is when we finally left for the hospital because I knew if I hadn't made any progress by 9:30am I would have to start on pitocen. I wasn't having any contractions at all and I was holding off until I felt like I should go in.
When I got to the hospital they signed me in, took me to a room and started checking me out and seeing if my water actually broke. Cha-ching the little paper they tested on turned dark blue instantly, I was staying there and not going home without a baby! Woo!
Unfortunately I was still sitting at 3cm which is where I was on Tuesday at my last appointment. Total bummer. I had an IV put in and then was told to walk around and see if we could get things moving. I can tell you about all the funny looks I was getting from the people at the hospital at 8am in the morning walking around in a hospital gown and flipflips at the end of November in Germany! HA! And when someone asked and I told them my water broke their instant reply would be "are you sure you should be walking around right now!?"
9:30am came and still no progress- wonderful. Pitocen was started shortly after. During the day while I waited for things to start happening I was able to finally sleep (yaaay), watch a movie (which I had too many people coming in and out to actually understand what happened and I also fell asleep), and have pictures taken (yes I said pictures). Around 4pm is when I actually started yelling for the epidural. I got to 6cm before I finally got it. I was really really really trying to go all natural but didn't realize how much it would hurt! Oh well, I would much rather remember this day as a good one than a day that was completely miserable! Dennis tells me that he thought I was going to bite him when they were giving it to me.
When I finally got the epidural I was able to fall back asleep which is what I really needed. I didn't wake back up really until I was ready to push. I do kind of remember the 2 nurses coming in to flip me on my side several times because Camden's heartrate would fall though.
Around 6:30pm is when I finally woke back up. I remember just feeling this strong pressure like I had to use the bathroom. I had called my nurse back in because laying on my one side was starting to bother me and thinking back on it now it really shouldn't have because I was numb. But I guess that's how the epidural works, once it starts wearing off is when you are ready to start pushing! I looked up at my nurse and told her I had the strong urge to use the bathroom and she looked at the monitor and told me to hold on while she went to get my midwife because I wasn't having a contraction! I instantly freaked out because I just wasn't ready to do this, I just wasn't ready for a new baby, I didn't even know how to change a diaper!! I remember looking at Dennis and crying about how scared I was.
My midwife came in and said they were going to check me and see if we needed to do a practice push. Well what do you know, I was 100% effaced and Camden was -2 (-3 is when she's out!). I did a practice push and it was finally time!!! I pushed for 40 minutes and Camden Jade was born at 7:08pm! I even pulled her out myself, Dennis watched the whole thing and he cut the chord! No tears or rips or anything- perfect as can be. Camden was 6lbs 11oz and 19 1/2 in long, a absolutely perfect little baby with hardly any cone head :).
I remember just looking down at her and being in complete shock at what had just happened. It took me awhile to even say anything. I was completely in love with her. I knew that no matter what she did, I would always feel this way.
Well, it's now 11pm here, Camden is FINALLY sleeping (yaay) so I guess I should follow her lead. Until tomorrow!
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