The day before I thought my water had broke. Turns out we wasted an afternoon driving to Amarillo to wait around to find out that it had not. They did not admit me to the hospital because they don't do that unless you are for sure in labor. Anyway we were put in this room that was divided with a lovely sheet. It was obvious that on the other side of that sheet the lady was in labor. Lance and I sat in silence as we listened to her every so often have contractions. We didn't want to talk because we were afraid we would bug her. I don't know how long we were in that room but it felt like hours. I am sure it felt like longer for the lady on the other side of the sheet. When we left there I was good and scared for what I knew was coming soon. Listening to that lady made me remember how horrible everyone said labor was going to be. After months of wishing this baby would be here...I soon caught myself thinking it would be okay if he waited a little longer.
The next day we headed back to Amarillo for my weekly doctors appointment. The doctor told me I was dilated to a 4 this time. At that point we scheduled me to be induced on Tuesday if I had not went naturally by then. Lucky for me, my doctor knew what he was doing. After that appointment I started to feel different. We headed back home and went along with life. That evening around 10 I got into bed. I had laid there for about 5 minutes when I heard a pop. I turned to Lance and asked if he heard that sound. I continued to tell him that I thought my water may have broke. Then shortly after...I knew. There was no longer any question about it. It had definitely broke. Lance got our stuff and we headed to Amarillo. By the time we were to Canyon I had started to have contractions. They were about 6 minutes apart and did not really hurt. I remember thinking 'wow this might not be as horrible as I was thinking'!
Once we got all checked into the hospital they didn't waste any time getting me all hooked up to the machines to make sure everything was okay with baby. After a few hours the contractions were for sure getting worse. I had at least progressed to a 6. At this point it hurt and I did not like it. I may or may not have been cursing at Lance in my mind. I knew it was then time for an epidural although I was still scared to death of it. The epidural wasn't like I had expected. I was still able to feel my legs but the pain was so much better. Soon Lucas started to get mad. His heart rate was a little high and so they gave me oxygen. Then my blood pressure was low, so they game me some other kind of drugs. At some point I was able to "rest" for awhile. I remember laying there for what seemed like forever...wondering how much longer this was going to take.
Finally it was 9 a.m. and it was time to push. 45 minutes later I was breathing through contractions because we were waiting on the doctor. It is possible that those few contractions at the end were the worst. Finally it was 9:59 a.m. and Lucas blessed us with his presence! It truly was an amazing experience and I do not believe I would have been able to do it without my husband by my side! He was a great support person through the whole thing. Plus he knows how to react so that I don't get completely scared. Although I'm pretty sure he was freaking out inside when I got put on oxygen but he did a good job not to show it.
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