The birthing story.....

It's been a long time since I blogged, and I have so much to tell you. We've got a lot of catching up to do.

Let's rewind to, um, November. Yikes. November! I'm sure some of have been waiting for all the details surrounding Blue's arrival.

Blue was scheduled to arrive on Tuesday, November, 29. Everything was planned so perfectly. Little would rise and shine early, so she could go to the hospital with us. My mom would come early to take care of Little while I am being prepped. All the other family would arrive. Everyone would be there for the birth. Everything planned, which you know is extremely important.

So why is it that I go into labor on Monday, November, 28? Can you answer that one for me?? I'm the mama, and the baby is suppose to come on the 29th. I can bring my bag. Have a camera. Husband can be with me. I could have shaved my legs.

That's right. Unshaved legs. We all know how hard it is to bend over to shave all the way down to the ankle, so I was going to wait until Tuesday morning. Jokes on me.

On my way to work, I begin to have contractions. I have been contracting on and off since Thanksgiving Day. Nothing that stayed regular. No worries. But that morning, for a good hour or so, I was having contractions 15 minutes apart. Husband did not have his truck at work, so I called him.

Me: "If I needed you, could you get to me?"

Husband: "Why? What's going on?"

Me: "I'm having contractions. It's probably nothing, but I just wanted you to know."

He would never admit this, but I'm sure in the back of his mind (and he may have even verbalized it to his co-workers when we got off the phone) he thought "yeah, right". I'm sure he thought since I didn't go into labor with Little that it would be impossible for me to go into labor with Blue. He thought that because that is what I thought, too.

As the morning progressed, contractions were, again, on and off, but they were different. They were getting stronger. My back was starting to hurt. So after lunch (that's right), I decided it was time to call the doctor. In my own words, "Just to get checked out before heading home." Jokes on me again.

The doctor sends me to the hospital to get hooked up on the monitor, because he said it's the only real way he can know what's going on.

I get to the hospital, alone. Get hooked up to the monitor, alone. The nurse asked me a million questions, and with pregnancy brain, I have to answer all the questions, alone. After a while, the nurse exits the room and leaves me, alone.

After a while, the nurse reenters the room. "Where's your husband?"

Me: "He's on his way."

RN: "What time do you think he will get here?"

Me: "He will be here by five."

That's all she says. She leaves me alone again.

What I did not tell her is Husband had to go all the way home to get his truck, and since he was going, I made him finish packing my bag. Honestly, five may be pushing it.

At some point, she comes back in. Casually announces that I'm having this baby today, and informs me that the doc is going to wait on my husband.

I asked if I was having contractions. She informed me that those contractions I thought were 15 minutes apart were actually 3-5 minutes apart.

And, I turned into Paul Revere on that midnight ride (History is not my best subject, so if I'm wrong about this one, just go with it.).

The baby is coming. The baby is coming! THE BABY IS COMING!! THE!! BABY!! IS!! COMING!!!!!

And I am still alone.

To make a really long story just a long story, Husband got tired of me calling to see where he was at and how much longer. What he couldn't understand is that everyone was constantly asking me those questions.

When he finally makes it to the hospital, he walks in the door of my room, as they are wheeling me out, and they hand him scrubs to change in to.

We are both anxious, because this was not the plan.

And while we are waiting to hear that scream, the doctor calmly informs me that Blue has passed meconium in utero.

I lose it. I begin to cry, because I know how dangerous that is. I know what the side effects are. I know that this changes the playing field.

And that scream that I waited to hear was more like a rattled cry. That curtain that separates us from Blue is torture. My only means of comprehending his health is that sound of him not having enough breath to scream.

They kept reassuring me that he was okay.

Just as I began to believe them, the nurse brings him around the curtain.

He's gray. Not that pink color he is suppose to be.

Through my tears, all I can say about my precious Blue, is his color is bad.

They did let the family that was fortunate enough to make it in time see him, but they made a direct trip to the nursery.

The nursery nurse came to speak to me about Blue's condition. She said he required a lot of suctioning, and he was on oxygen. She said he would have to stay in the nursery for a while.

At 10:30 that night, for the first time in his life, I got to hold Blue, my pink and able to scream Blue.