It all started at 4am when I began having very noticeable, painful contractions. After timing them for 4 hours, we made the decision to go to the hospital around 9. DH was thinking this was another false alarm but I had a feeling it was the real thing because it was so damn painful. We get to the hospital and I am put in the triage room where after checking me out, the Dr. determines I am only 4cm dilated (apparently you have to be at a 5 to be admitted) and tells me to go home and come back in a couple of hours. Mind you, I had 3 contractions just getting dressed so I knew this wasn't going to be a fun ride home. Sure enough, we barely get back to base and while driving around trying to kill time, I get a wave of nausea immediately throw up on myself in the car. After going home and cleaning up, we head back to the hospital because at this point I cannot handle the pain any longer. The Dr. says I haven't progressed any but they would check me in to give me some morphine for the pain but while they are checking vitals and doing paperwork, I finally make it to a 5 and they bypass the morphine and go straight for the epidural Thank the Lord! By 1 pm I was sitting pretty comfortable and even got a nap in. It wasn't until 7 when I began pushing and 46 minutes later Ethan come out with little trouble and no interventions. The Dr. remarked at how once he got in the room, it was three pushes and the baby was out! Ethan came out a perfectly healthy and very alert baby and momma and papa were very happy.
Ethan has been such a joy to our lives, filling a space we didn't even know was missing. Watching him grow more and more each day is such an amazing experience, it makes the cluster feedings and sleep deprivation all worth it.
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