Here ends the pretty pictures. Read on for details of the night before the birth if you so desire.
First, I will say that I am so glad she came early -- not only for the discomfort of pregnancy to end, but for the anticipation to fail to get too high. I have feared giving birth just a little, and I think it was good that she surprised us 4 days early, because I didn't have much time to get too worked up. I was definitely planning on being right on time--on the 20th--and if it had come to that, I feel like night of the 19th may have been spent hyperventilating over my expectations. Luckily, it didn't come to that.
Now, here is the story.
Eric and I went to see a movie on campus called Despicable Me. (By the way, it was the cutest and bestest movie we have seen in a while). Just before we left, I was feeling a little sick and uncomfy, and thought maybe I should take a nap. (Which I didn't and now wish I had--lack of sleep makes for a long night.) While walking on campus, I started having contractions. During the movie I had a few more. Walking back to the car after the movie, they were getting worse. Once at home, we sat around for a while discussing whether or not this was real labor. We read the laboring sections of our two pregancy books three times trying to decide. Finally, I felt good about going to the hospital when the contractions were 5 minutes apart and quite painful. So, we arrived at the hospital at 11:45 PM. And I thought, "Wow, I am hungry." I continued contracting for a while in the hospital bed and around 1:30 AM I got an epidural. Yay for epidurals. I loved the nurses we had and especially the anesthesiologist. They were happy and energetic and helped the time go faster (although they wouldn't let me eat anything and at this point I was thinking, "Wow, I am REALLY hungry"). I labored in slight pain for the next few hours--because although the epidural helped, I could move my whole body and feel my legs and feet the whole time. Right at the end I think the epidural stopped working. (Either that, or labor without an epidural would kill me.) I think I pushed for one half of an hour--probably less, but it felt pretty long. Between pushes, I looked at Eric a couple of times and croaked urgently, "I am SO HUNGRY!" I think that helped to distract me from some of the other pain. And then she was born. And I ate some breakfast.
Other thoughts:
- We called Steph's and Clark's family to come and see us, about an hour after Lucy was born and they did! It was very fun to have them there adoring our baby with us.
- It is unfortunate that I discovered the heavenly existance of the cafeteria's parfait so late in the stay. I would have had it for every meal. It was by far the best thing they served. As it was, I tasted of it only once.
- The word "jammie" is back in my vocabulary! I love the word jammie and have missed it since becoming a grown up. Now I can use it every day!
- The first night with Lucy, I slept for only a few hours, off and on, and didn't mind it a bit. It was so fun to wake up and feed her and remember that I am a mom! No night since has been quite so enjoyable, so I am glad I have that one to look back on!
Congratulations! She is beautiful and I must say I'm a little jealous of all the hair. Both of my girls had no hair. Also thanks for the invite to the blog. Have fun with her.
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