Skeeberboo: My Baby is ONE!!!!!!

Can someone please tell me how this happened? I can't believe this day is here. It seems like just yesterday I was ready to kill the Emergency Room guy. In honor of my baby not being a baby anymore here is his birth story. Some of you know this story, but I think most of you do not.

On Sunday December 27th Bob and I were doing our weekly grocery shopping at HEB. It was at this store that I started losing the MP. Gross I know!

On Monday December 28th I woke up in pain, bleeding, and couldn't tell when I needed to use the bathroom. The nurse line suggested I come into the office. My doctor was called to an emergency before I arrived so they sent us to L&D to get checked out. Bob couldn't come up with me because he had Patrick. We didn't think I'd be there long so they just chilled in the waiting room. Eventually I sent them home because it was going on like 8 hours. I was not having contractions, I was not making any progress, and my doctor hadn't come to see me. I was diagnosed with a UTI and the doctor wanted to keep me over night. I broke down! I just freaking lost it!!! I was crying and I was tired, I was hungry, and I was overdue for an insulin shot. I begged the nurse to ask my doctor to send me home if I promised I'd come to his office first thing in the morning. He finally agreed to my terms. Total time spent in L&D was 11 hours.

On Tuesday December 29th Bob took me to Dr. Cisneros at 10:00 am. I was hooked up to the NST and I think I may have had one contraction during that hour. He did an internal and said Mason was high up and I was not progressed at all. He told me to make an appointment for the following week, and I said no need, I'll see you tonight. He laughed at me.

We got my prescription filled for the antibiotic for my UTI, then went home to grab a bite to eat and let Bob change for the gym. I took some Evening Primrose Oil and we headed out. Bob dropped Patrick and I off at the mall about 2:00 and headed to the gym. We spent 2 hours walking around Charming Charlie looking for the perfect District Meeting dress to spend my gift card Bob got me for Christmas. About 3:30 I started having pains, not contractions, but the kind of pains you would get when you run too hard. We made a trip to the bathroom and I noticed I was bleeding pretty bad. I knew Bob would be back in about and hour so Patrick and I headed back to Charming Charlie. I found 2 dresses, a purse, shoes, and jewelry and we checked out. Bob picked us up about 4:30 ish. He said I looked like crap when he got there (thanks honey I love you too).

When we got home I asked Bob to start dinner while I laid down so the pain would go away. About 6:30 I started timing the contractions. They were about 3 minutes apart and lasting 1 minute each. I told Bob he needed to stop dinner so we could go to the hospital. He kept telling me no, that they would just send me home or I'd throw a fit like I did the night before. I told him I didn't care he better take me NOW!!!!! We headed toward the hospital about 8:00.

When I got to the hospital it was about 8:20 and I had to check into the Emergency Department. At this point my contractions were on top of each other and the ER guy was asking WAY TOO MANY questions. I was ready to kick him if he didn't get me upstairs and fast.

Once I got upstairs it took all my strength just to change into the gown. I was so grateful that the nurses from the night before were there again. After getting me in the bed the nurse in training did an internal and said she thought I was at an 8. The other nurse double checked and goes nope "SHE'S A 10, AND THERE GOES HER WATER GET EVERYONE IN HERE NOW!!!" My doctor wasn't there, Bob wasn't there (he had to stay downstairs with Patrick again). I remember the nurse struggling with the curtain since the door is open and I said "I don't care about the damn curtain he's coming if they see my junk then they see my junk" (those were my exact words) she said don't push Sara, I said I HAVE TO, she said wait breath through it. I said I can't he's doing it on his own. She looks and goes "yup, here he comes".

15 minutes after arriving in the Emergency Department Mason was born on December 29th at 8:36 pm weighing 8 pounds 8.2 ounces. As the nurses were doing their thing they brought me my phone so I could call Bob. He says "so are they sending you home?" I said "No, Mason and I have to stay here at least 24 hours" That confused him so I said "listen" and held the phone up so he could hear Mason crying. He said "No shit?" Yes honey...no shit. HA!

December 2009