Her due date of June 13th had come and passed and at my check-up I had not progressed very far. My doctor told me that if I didn't go into labor on my own before the next week, he would induce me.
[Little side note: Dr. Stanton Bailey at the Nephi hospital, is the best doctor I have ever had! I highly recommend him and I will be taking the 80 min round trip drive to see him for all my other babies. Bless this man!]
Anyways, back to the story. I woke up Saturday morning and I just knew that I'd be going into labor that day. So I cleaned our room, did laundry, unpacked and repacked my hospital bag, reorganized her clothes and got everything into order. That's when the contractions started. They weren't very bad. I could definitely talk and walk through them. Half the time I didn't even notice I was having any but could tell because my stomach got really hard. The got progressively more intense but not to the point where I felt a sense of urgency. So we went and visited my family, went shopping and ate dinner. I had been timing my contractions all day and they were ranging from 2-6 minutes apart. The rule of thumb is 5 minutes apart for at least an hour straight before you go to the hospital. So we headed to the hospital. I walked in and said "Um, I think I'm in labor..." I wasn't freaking out, screaming or doubled over in pain and so they looked at me kind of skeptically but admitted me for observation. I was there for a few hours but the monitors weren't picking up any of my contractions I hadn't progressed at all since arriving so they sent me home.
I went to bed around 11 thinking it was all in my head and I was just overreacting because I was a first time mom. I was actually pretty embarrassed but I still couldn't shake the feeling that she was coming really soon. Super strong contractions woke me up around 2 am. Still no pain but a LOT of pressure. I was able to fall back asleep but woke up an hour later shaking uncontrollably. I threw up and couldn't walk or talk through the contractions so to the hospital we went. This time I couldn't walk so they put me in a wheelchair. I felt kind of smug and if I could have talked, I would have yelled "I told you so!". They got me in a room and checked me. I was at a 6! So I asked for an epidural. Then half an hour later when the anesthesiologist shows up they check me again and I was at an 8. After I got the epi I felt no pain, just pressure, which I loved because then I could really focus on what I was doing. I got to a 9 and my water was about to break when my epidural all of a sudden stopped working. two hours later the anesthesiologist showed up to fix it. During this time the nurses also couldn't get a hold of my wonderful doctor [turns out he was in surgery with one of his patients who had a miscarriage. What did I tell you?! Fabulous guy.] Right when my water broke he walked in the door and we got the show on the road.
I pushed for about 20 min when I heard him tell a nurse to get an O.R. ready. Now, I watch Greys Anatomy so I knew that meant operating room. Yikes, a c-section! I'd seen all the scary stories on Grey's and I did not want that happening to me. [Looking back I realize how ridiculous it was to think but I blame the hormones]. So I pushed as hard as possible during every contraction. Then I heard the baby's heart rate dropping on the monitor. Again all of the Grey's stories ran through my head and I just wanted her out so she could be safe in my arms. So I started pushing even when I didn't have contractions. 5-10 seconds resting 10 seconds pushing. I have never worked harder in my life.
After 45 minutes total of pushing, Marley came out screaming at 12:03 P.M. She was born a whopping 8 lbs 8 oz, 21 inches long, with big lips and tons of hair!
She screamed and screamed till they brought her to me. We did skin to skin and I started talking to her and she nuzzled right up and just looked up at me with her big eyes. I have never been so in love so instantly.
















