I guess I spoke too soon when I blogged about not going into labor anytime soon. I went into labor Wednesday night or early Thursday morning to be exact at 12:30 AM. Contractions were about 8 min apart. I didn't want to wake Kyle up or get him all worked up. So at about 4:30 am, he woke up and I informed him that my contractions were 3 min apart and we needed to hall butt to the hospital. So we called my sister and she came to stay with the kids as we went on our way. We arrived at the hospital around 6 am. Dilated at a 5 and fully effaced (two days before I was only a 2 and 50% effaced). They broke my water around 7 ish. With each contraction after I dilated a full centimeter. So it was only a matter of minutes before I was ready to push.
If you have had a natural delivery (no epidural) I think you would agree that the worst thing you can be told during a contraction is to "Relax, just breathe" and "DONT PUSH YET". How in the hell can you relax when it fills like your insides are being pushed out of your you know what with all the pain in the world. And not to push? When it feels like your body is making you push. I would have to say the painful part were the contractions. Pushing the baby out was more of a relief from all the pain of the contractions. I have never felt anything like it in the world. Finally at 7:51 am Maggie was born. It took several pushes to get her out. Even though she was the smallest of my three. She was turned sideways so during a couple of contractions I had not only the baby in my birth canal, but my doctors hand up there trying to turn Maggie as I pushed.
Needless to say, it was still the most amazing experience in the world. I had Kyle right there by my side. The funniest memory of the delivery was right after I had a contraction, Kyle was holding my hand. After the contraction had ended I said "Thank heaven that was a short one" and then he replied, "Good," as he then looked out the window "Hey is that Costco right there?" OH MY WORD. I am in the most pain in the world and all my husband can think about is if Costco is across the street so he can go get some pizza or a polish dog after the delivery. LOL. Such a typical man. But he really was great through the whole delivery.
So anyway, that is the story. Maggie came at 38 weeks and 2 days. I am so relieved and we love her to pieces. Porter just adores his little baby sister. Both of his sisters ;) He is such a great brother and son. It is so cute and sweet of my three year old son to say to me "Mom are you ok? Do you need help?" He is such a great help around the house for a 3 year old. And as for Nora? Well, she is adjusting to not being the only girl or the baby of the household anymore. But we try to show her and Porter extra love and attention to let them know that they are still very loved by Kyle and I. I love my family and am so grateful for all of them. Kyle is such a great husband and father. He really steps up. Even though I have been cleaning and doing laundry and basically anything but resting since we have been home, he still has taken over with the two oldest while I am nursing or changing Maggie's diapers. Oh yes, and her bilirubin is high, so she has been under the "lights" til her jaundice goes away. It got pretty high and her temp has only been 96.6 degrees, which is really low for a rectal temp or any body temp for that matter. But its all because she is so tiny and has no fat to insulate her little body. Her body weight is slowly climbing back up towards her birth weight. It dropped to 5 lbs 6 oz. Now its, 5 lbs 11 oz. So anyway that is Our story.
