I told you I'd post this eventually :) Oh, and it's super long - so enjoy if you read it all :) Or at least enjoy however far you get ;) Oh, and I have no inhibitions and labor is ugly, so it will get a bit graphic. You've been warned.
Let's start with the Friday before, shall we? It was November 2nd and I had my 36 week check with Dr. Dewey that morning. Matt came with me as the doc was going to do the strep culture and check to see how dilated I was and the baby's position and all of that. I was still measuring about 1.5 weeks smaller than I should have been, so the doctor did some ultrasounds to check the fluid around the baby. While he was at it, he took a series of measurements to get an idea of how big she was. The fluids were great and he estimated she was about 5.5 pounds. I was dilated to a 2. He told me I wasn't going to make it to 40 weeks, but we hoped for another one to two weeks. (Really, I was 36.5 weeks at this check, so nearly 3 weeks left). I wasn't put on bed rest or anything, but I was told not to do certain activities that could induce labor.
Now let's fast forward to Sunday, November 4th. I had sharing time that week, and Saturday I had finished prepping the game we were going to play. Matt didn't feel well, so he didn't go to church. He was supposed to give the benediction in sacrament meeting, so I ended up doing it for him :) I had a couple of contractions in my back during sacrament meeting. It was hard finding a comfortable position, especially because the benches in our church suck. They have very little padding on the seat and are just wood for the back. :p At one point, I was so uncomfortable I got up and had to walk around outside of the chapel. Whitney, bless her heart, told me later that if I hadn't walked in when I did, she was going to go check on me :)
After sacrament was primary, and I made it through both sharing times. I only really remember one contraction while I was doing the sharing time, but I apparently didn't really let on I had one :) Go me. I had a few more as church neared an end.
When I got home, Matt asked if I wanted to go to his parents' for dinner. I was quite hungry, and I figured if I ended up going to the hospital and having to wait for an eternity before she was born, I was going to eat. I'd heard you don't get to eat until after baby is born, so I was going to get some fuel in case I had hours of laboring before giving birth.
Dinner was delicious, as usual. I did have to pause a couple times during contractions, but I was good. :) I overate a bit, which didn't help me later in the evening. As we hung out after dinner, the contractions were getting worse. I ended up pacing and visiting the restroom (a more comfortable position in there) quite a bit. I really wasn't feeling that well, so we asked Matt's dad if he'd help give me a blessing. They couldn't find the consecrated oil, so Larry had to consecrate some more. I don't think I've ever witnessed that before. Anyway, Dad annointed me and Matt gave me a blessing that labor would go well and I'd be able to handle it, or something like that. Mom and I cried :) I firmly believe that blessing helped quite a bit. Maybe not with the pain, but with everything that ensued anyway.
Mom kept telling us to go into the hospital, but I didn't think it was time just yet. Plus, no one wants to get sent home being told it's not real labor :) Although, if I'd gone early enough, they may have tried to stop it since I wasn't quite 37 weeks (the magic number when you are considered full-term). I, however, put my faith in my body knowing what to do, Henlie knowing when she was ready, and Heavenly Father that everything was going to be alright and that I'd know when it was time to go to the hospital :) So with that, we went home :)
Somewhere between 5pm and 6pm is when this whole laboring process started to get annoying (in other words, more frequent contractions and pain). I'd wander the house. I'd sit on the couch, lounge on the couch, move to the bedroom and curl up in the fetal position; anything to find somewhere comfortable. I really started not feeling well. Between contractions, I was freezing and shivering and would bundle up. Then a contraction would start and I would feel so nauseous and hot and sweaty and gross, and I couldn't get the blanket off of me fast enough. This lasted awhile. At some point while laying on the bed, I did actually throw up. Unfortunately for Matt, it got on the bed and the floor, and not so much in the garbage can :( Poor guy - but he cleaned up after me. (Multiple times, I'm told. It's a good thing we didn't have to sleep there for a few nights because he told me it still smelled bad - so he would clean it again, leave the window open, and Febreeze the room.)
At this point, we moved back to the living room. I'd gotten past where pacing felt good and lounged on the couch with my legs up on the coffee table. We opened the balcony door to let some air in, and I continued my hot and cold flashes. I believe Matt turned soccer on. I didn't watch most of it. I had my eyes closed most of the time. Matt Googled throwing up and labor - apparently that's a sign of transition. However, after vomiting, I felt a little better, so we hung out a bit. Poor Matt - he was sitting next to me and began timing my contractions. I guess they were about five minutes apart - and I have no idea how long they were lasting. When one would start, I would grab his leg until it peaked and I got some relief. After awhile, I threw up again. (Don't worry, Matt had gotten me supplies of a new trash can and tissues.) After that, I felt like crap, I was in pain and had been for awhile that I told him, "I think I want to go in now." hahaha I hadn't packed my bag. I had thought about it for a few days but never got around to it. We had no idea where the camera had ended up. The video camera was found, but dead. I still don't know where its charger is. So all we took to the hospital, aside from my trash can and tissues :) (Matt replaced the liner for me.) were our phones, one phone charger (good thinking on my hubby's part), and my contact case, solution, and glasses (because I hate sleeping in my contacts :))
When we got to the hospital (apparently just before 9:30pm), I was still doing okay. I mean, I moved slowly and walked funny, but I could walk :) We parked and walked into Emergency to check in. Yeah, I went with him. :) I didn't, however, sign anything because I was contracting. Nor did I sit. I found if I leaned over, supported on something, and stood on my tip-toes, I found a smidgen of relief during contractions. That's what I was doing when Matt signed the paperwork :) Then we walked over to Labor and Delivery.
The nurse asked if we needed to check in. She took down our information, and I told her I thought I was still in early labor. hahaha She got us into a room and told me to at least strip the bottom half - so I opted to do that and left my T-shirt on under the hospital gown. She asked if I wanted an epidural. There was no hesitation from me when I said yes :) So they paged whoever to come give me an epidural. She got me hooked up and checked me. I was at a 6 or a 7. When I heard that, I felt better about myself. I did go a long time laboring at home. I didn't come in at like a 4 and have to hang out in the hospital for an eternity. I was proud of myself and this accomplishment. They paged the doctor, and I guess he was sort of wait and see at that point.
While she was at the computer doing something, I had a contraction. She asked if I felt like I needed to push, and I told her "sort of." She told me to go ahead and push if that's what I felt like. So I did. And then she checked me again - and I was at a 9. hahaha She paged the other nurse and told her to page the doctor back and tell him to get down here :) Then it sucked because she told me to breathe through the next contractions and try not to push until the doctor could get there. She told me if they needed to deliver the baby, they would, but the doctor got paid either way, so we may as well let him join the party :) Matt, at some point during all of this, told Natalie we were going to have the baby tonight so she could get down here.
I did not get the epidural. It's a good thing that for 90 percent of my pregnancy I wasn't planning on having one. I can see why people complain about their natural labors when they were never anticipating having one. I, at least, had coping mechanisms. It wasn't until a couple of weeks before Henlie was born that I decided I might be okay changing my mind during labor and not hating myself for getting an epidural. Although, I really did want an epidural at that point :) However, when I heard I was at a 6 or a 7, I knew I'd gone through a lot of the intense pain already without one, and that I could probably go the rest of the way without it.
Yes, the doctor made it in time. He broke my water to finish getting things going. They tried to place an IV, but had troubles finding my veins. I'd have a contraction, and then they'd see a vein, and they'd try to find it after the contraction, but then I'd have another contraction :) Needless to say, it took awhile before they were able to finally place it. For this, I'm actually grateful. After it was all said and done, Dr. Dewey told them they could stop the Pit drip. I didn't even know they had given me Pitocin, and I most certainly didn't want it. So I felt good that they couldn't give it to me as early as they may have otherwise done :) Anyway, back to laboring....
Doc talked me through pushes. I did my best to keep my vocals low and more relaxed, not high pitched and tense. Doc said I'd eventually stop making so much noise and just focus on the task at hand. I'm pretty sure I didn't. Pretty sure I was growling (for lack of a better term) the whole bloody time (no pun intended). They were awfully nice during labor, though, and did not tell me I'd shit on the table. I knew it could happen, and I'm pretty sure I knew after it had happened, but our friend from band was right - they just don't tell you. Why anyone chooses this profession is beyond me :)
Once Henlie's head crowned, all I wanted was to get her out. So painful! Doc had to tell me to stop pushing when I wasn't having a contraction. Clearly he has never given birth before ;) That "pressure" hurt, gosh dang it! He also ended up giving me an episiotomy. Apparently I would have torn rather badly without it. Whatever, what's done is done. Honestly, I didn't much care during it all :)
It was a most odd sensation when her head came out. A bit of relief! and then her body decided it had to come out too :p Fortunately, that was a quick one push bit, and it's not quite as large as her head, although it was still painful. And then I was empty - and we had a baby. Doc pretty much dragged the placenta out - and I stopped really noticing what was going on. I remember at one point during labor looking up at Matt (who was standing behind my left shoulder), just to see how he was doing with the whole process. He appeared fine :) then I went back to closing my eyes and focusing on the pain and what was going on. Pretty sure I had my eyes closed most of the time after the doctor got there. After she was born, I told Matt, "We have a baby," (or something like that) and then I was done. He wandered over to where they were weighing her and such. (Next time, he will have more specific instructions about what to take pictures of lol - I got no weight picture, no first bath picture.... granted, Natalie was supposed to run the camera, and she got there after Henlie was born . . . and we didn't have the actual camera lol :))

Doc stitched me up - and gave me an extra Novocaine shot so he could finish. Oh yeah, he gave me like 4 Novocaine shots during labor - those hurt! I just laid there, exhausted. Natalie had gotten there at some point and was chatting with us. I was tired, and I was nauseous again. I asked the nurse what she could give me, and I got hit up with Ibuprofen and Phenergan. After that, I was a happy camper. I didn't want to immediately see my baby or anything. I wanted to sleep. And I think I did get a wee nap while they were doing whatever it is they do to babies and I was getting sewn up.
And then they gave me my baby :) and Matt took pictures and put them on Facebook :)
We called people. Matt's parents and Jennifer came and held her.
Matt got to hold her.

I got to lay there :) Oh, and try breastfeeding her. That's something I wish I would have read up on more before having her, but I never bothered. Natalie helped me a bit and Henlie nursed for a little bit. We called my parents, and I think they were driving because we had to reach them on Gloria's cell. They had been in town (oh yeah, they moved at the end of October because they sold the house. They're living with Monica in Washington, UT until they get their house built, which is super close to Monica's house anyway.) Gloria was like, "Why couldn't she have come yesterday?!?" So they didn't get to see her. :( It was a little weird hanging out in the hospital and not having my parents walk through the door at some point to visit. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that's all we called. I think Natalie was supposed to let some people on that side of the family know. Dad thought I'd let the grandparents know, but we didn't. My mom's side of the family found out via FB, and Matt's parents let that side of the family know - unless they had already found out via FB as well :)

First family photo
After people left, the nurse came back in and I asked her why one earth she wanted to work in labor and delivery. She just laughed, although I really did want an answer :) She brought me crackers - which was good, because I was hungry, but it was late, so no food :( She asked me if I needed to use the restroom, and I told her no. Apparently that's not the norm, but I don't see how - I just pushed everything out and there is no baby pushing on my bladder - why on earth would I need to pee? Apparently they aren't supposed to take out the IV until you do, though. I tried, but nothing. She got me in the wheelchair to move across the hall to a postpartum room, and then decided to screw it and take it out anyway lol.
Taken the next day, but this is the nurse, Tylene, who checked us in the night we had Henlie. She was also our nurse Monday night, and it was nice to see a familiar face. We got to chat a bit, and she told me how she had bragged about me to all the other nurses ;)
Around 3am (I think), the nursery let us know they were going to give Henlie a bath and whatever else - so I sent Matt to take pictures - which he failed to do. He did, however, pick out the bow they plastered to her head. It was hot pink with black polkadots. I think he was proud of his choice, because he told me he picked it and why :) It wasn't straight pink (I have been kind of anti-pink), and the only other not pink they had was like brown and blue. It was cute :) (Him telling me this, that is, although the bow is cute too.) I, however, napped during this whole time. It was awesome.
And so, that was it. We arrived at the hospital just before 9:30pm, and Henlie Kaitlynn Biggs was born at 10:11pm on Sunday, November 4, 2012. She weighed 5 lbs 4 oz. She was 17.5 inches long. Her APGAR score was 9-9 (yeah, I'm totally proud of that). And she's totally cute. (Trust me, there are some less than cute babies out there.) She was perfectly healthy, just a little skinny and small, so we have to make sure we keep her warm. No cone-head. Her jaundice wasn't really that bad and passed well on its own. We're so excited she is finally here and truly a part of our family.