Hi everyone. As most of the regulars know, Baby Liam arrived early this morning -- 3:54 a.m.
Around 9:30 last night, I began to experience mild contractions. They were regular in duation, but not in frequency. Called the doctor who said it could be false labor, or the very early stages of labor, to try to get some sleep, and to come into the hospital when my contractions regularly become 3 to 5 minutes apart.
So, I drank some water (supposed to help stop false labor) and laid down to sleep. After about ten minutes, the contractions were back, stronger, and regular in duration AND frequency -- two minutes apart.
D made the "executive decision" to load up the car with the hospital bags and we went to the hospital. The contractions continued to get stronger. It was about 1 a.m., so I had to enter through the E.R. They took me right up to the labor evaluation floor. At this point, the contractions were making me feel sick to my stomach. They took my blood pressure, put monitors on my belly, and called the anesthesiologist, who was in a C-section.
They put me in a labor/delivery room, and the contractions were becoming unbearable, and I was nearly sick to my stomach. They were about to give me IV pain meds, just until I could get the epidural, when I had a contraction and a STRONG urge to push. At that point, it was just D and I in the room. I screamed for someone to help me. Dave ran to the door, and called out, "Can we get some help in here??"
The doctor came in, and (I didn't hear this part) called for the rest of his staff, saying, "She's having this baby NOW!" Then they came in and told me there would be no time for any pain meds, he was coming.
I pushed about twelve times, and then there he was. D was just amazing through the whole thing, and I had a great nurse and doctor, too.
He arrived at 3:54 a.m., weighing 5 pounds 15.9 ounces (they rounded it up to 6 lbs, even, lol). He has a full head of dark hair, like his dad. He's so tiny and perfect, and I'm just laying in my hospital bed, staring at him.