Today my little Valentine turns 4. I just can not believe it. Where, oh where, has the time gone?
The story of Adelia's birth is a fun one, intertwined with a blizzard and people driving 90 miles per hour through it. So I invite you to sit back, relax and enjoy the story of Adelia Paige.
After we freaked out a bit he did explain what had happened and that 'd likely be in labor within 48 hours. I was convinced that, despite being served legal and formal eviction papers, Adelia was determined to never be born. So I rolled my eyes and
Well wouldn't you know it? 48 hours later I was pretty sure I was in labor.
Funny thing that happened #1
|Didi at 1|
Note: If you're able to stop for breakfast... at a buffet... it's not yet time to go to the hospital.
But we went anyway. The contractions didn't progress and they suggested I walk around the hospital to get them going.
Note: If you can still walk AROUND the ENTIRE hospital... it's not yet time to be at the hospital.
We were discharged. Surprise, surprise.
The contractions didn't stop though. And about 3:30 a.m. Chris sat right up in bed and said, "That's IT! I can't listen to you like this anymore. We're going back to the hospital!"
So we loaded up and headed out.
Funny thing that happened #2
|Didi at 2|
This time we did not stop at Big Boy. And I didn't walk into L&D. I rolled in a wheelchair.
Even so, false labor they said. But instead of sending me home, they put me into a room no one was monitoring to "wait it out."
I was in misery, folks. And Chris thought I was loosing my mind. He told the nurses as much. I remained just 1cm and in increasing distress. Since it was deemed false labor, of course no meds were offered.
Funny thing that happened #3
|Didi at 3|
Hearing the scream... and wall punch... Chris decided to go tell a nurse his wife had officially gone crazy. Finally, the nurse decided to do an internal exam.
Well, what do you know? I was 9.5 cm and didn't need to poop... but rather to push. IT WAS TIME.
Here I was, at a hospital, and I almost had a toilet baby anyway. Now that would have been a real, "You gotta see this before I flush this!" moment, eh? Wonder if they would have still charged me hospital and delivery fees?
Anyhow, I called my aunt in Tennessee to come quickly. Hence the 90 miles per hour in a blizzard story.
|Chris became a dad on Valnetines Day|
4 hours later the meds were gone and it was time to have a baby. Luckily, my aunt made the 5.5 hour drive in just under 4 hours and was ready to help.
So I pushed...
And I pushed...
And then for fun, I pushed some more.
|My forever Valentine|
After nearly 2 HOURS of pushing the doc suggested a C Section to, "Just be done with this."
It was like he was asking me to translate Arabic into French. After a natural labor, and working on a natural delivery, the idea of gutting me like a fish for no reason other than convenience was as foreign to me as surrogacy must seem to many of you. My answer was no freaking way.
We pushed some more. He got forcepts.
Then, about 40 minutes later my little baby Didi was born.