Wednesday my friends from church threw me a surprise baby shower (I thought we were just having a girl's night in). All night at the shower I was having contractions (not painful) but pretty continuously. I got home at about 1 am and fell asleep for about an hour but woke up with very painful contractions coming every 7 minutes. I woke up Wes just to tell him what was up. I jumped into the shower to see if they would stop as I moved around, but they kept going. I probably would have gone to the hospital that night but I was worried about calling people in the middle of the night for a false alarm, so I didn't. I fell asleep around 4 am and woke up later with just mild, sporadic contractions.
As I mentioned earlier I was scheduled to go into the hospital at 9:15 that morning to preregister. Wes was planning on showing houses that afternoon and Peyton as always had school. Because of the contractions and the fact my doctor really didn't want me laboring Wes had called his mom to watch Jovie that afternoon so he could come into the hospital with me, so I could get checked out. However, I was able to register over the phone and didn't need to go in anymore. My contractions weren't consistent and so I was considering not going in, as I didn't want to be sent home and drive the 50 minutes to get there for no reason. Wes (the world's best nurse) was pretty insistent I still get checked out for my own safety... sweet little lamb. So we arranged with Sandie to watch Jovie, I had a friend of mine pick Peyton up from school and keep her until we got home, and I accompanied Wes to show the house before going out to the hospital. I continued to have contractions which again were happening every 7-10 minutes, but still not very painful. They got progressively worse as the day went, but I thought I had maybe a 10% chance of them keeping me at the hospital. I didn't think it was actual labor as I had been induced at 41 weeks with the girls, I was already scheduled a week early, and what were the odds I go into natural labor the one time I can't deliver?
We got there around 2:15, they checked me and got me connected to monitor my contractions. I was at this point dilated to a 3/4 and they told me after an hour or so that I would stay based on the fact that my contractions were coming regularly every 4 minutes. I labored for the next 3 hours... the last hour with painful contractions. I was super bugged they made me wait so long and labor so long as I had been repeatedly told that that was why I was getting a c-section (just so I wouldn't labor). I kept thinking if I had to labor I want to push this kid out. I was bugged.
FINALLY at around 5:45 they took me back to get ready for the c-section. I was so ready for the dang spinal... and relief. However, it just got worse from there. I think having had such good labor/deliveries with my girls the c-section in comparison was just awful. Maybe if it was all I had ever known, it wouldn't have been so bad... but the reality is it happened and I hated it!
I was laid on a table, unable to move my legs, my arms out next to me (a little like I was being crucified is what went through my head). My husband, still not in the room, I'm naked and being wiped down with iodine or something. They started poking me to check the numbness, and I am freaking out because I can feel things. They assure me that they are poking or pinching really hard and if it isn't painful I will be fine. But, I am kinda freaking out at this point. My husband still not in the room as they cut me open and start cauterizing my skin and the whole room starts to smell like my burning flesh. Are you freaking out yet?! I again ask they bring Wes in, which they finally do. My eyes are full of tears because it is just awful and in my mind I think "I may be done having babies." I watched my saline drip the rest of the surgery just to concentrate on something else. Wes occupied himself watching my innards become outards. I had a sweet anesthesiologist who attempted to talk to me during it, but I was still feeling too traumatized at this point.
Finally, after my body being opened with steel torture tools, being jerked from side to side, and a doctor using her forearm and full body to literally push this guy down--- he came out. Wes looked and I waited anxiously to hear what he was. His legs were crossed and when they finally uncrossed them and said "Boy" both Wes and I (again, just like with the other 2) bawled like babies.
I watched as they cleaned him, Wes cut the cord, and then they brought him over to me and laid him on my chest next to my face. With totally fogged up glasses I thought, "okay, I would be totally willing to do this again." It's amazing how much love you can have for such a bundle.
I love this beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy!!!
What I'm not lovin' is c-section recovery. But Wes truly has been the best, most attentive, sweet, concerned, and sympathetic nurse a girl could ask for. And our ward and friends have so generously taken such good care of us.
I had Wes snap this "just in case" outside of the hospital. I'm 38 (3 days shy of 39) weeks.
Waiting to see if they'll keep me... little did I know what awaited me, smiling like a fool.
No PG versions to post of baby coming out... but here is Wes cutting the cord.
Griffin Todd Aleman
born at 6:07 pm
My baby boy. My son.
The girls LOVE their brother. They constantly say, "he's so cute. Look how handsome he is!"
Jovie was exceptionally excited to meet him, and Peyton was just excited to hear if it was a him or her.
Our first family photo of 5.
And I think it will all fall out if he stays true to "Aleman form" but look at that hair. I swooned over it!
Daddy and his boy.
Peyton and her brother
Jovie and her brother