One year ago today was my laundry day. It was a Sunday and I was 38 weeks pregnant. I spent the morning doing laundry and as I was finishing up, the contractions started. Because it was my 2nd pregnancy I'd had contractions the entire time so this was nothing new and absolutely nothing I was concerned about - annoyed yes but not concerned. Well, I ate my lunch thinking the food would make them stop, laid down thinking that would make them stop but nothing did. It finally dawned that maybe I should be keeping up with these things? After all my doctor had said if they came 5 min. apart for more than an hour to call. So I started watching the clock. The hour came and went and the darn things wouldn't let up so I called the hospital. Now you have to understand, my kid was breech so I knew he wasn't coming on his own no matter how many contractions I had. I was in no hurry. Of course, my doctor wasn't on call so some strange man (he was a doctor but a stranger to me) called me back about 45 minutes later and said if they were that regular to come in and they'd "take a look." Well I packed my bag (remember he wasn't coming on his own - we had a csection scheduled for three days later) and dropped Dylan off with the grandparents. When we got to the hospital we parked in the parking deck driving right past the "labor and delivery" parking - I wasn't in a hurry remember? Well the contractions were still coming and stupid me had to walk the LONG walk from the deck to L&D. Good times! Oh, and at Brookwood L&D is not easy to find coming from the parking deck. Well we finally got to the right place and were given a room so I could be monitored. By this point the contractions had stopped. Crap! I was going to be one of "those" women who shows up, thinks she's in labor and is sent home. They hooked me up to the monitors anyway and wanted me to sit and wait to see what happened. So we sat and we waited....and nothing really happened. I'd have a contraction every now and then but they weren't regular and they weren't painful. After waiting for about an hour thinking we would be sent home shortly, they started again. And this time it HURT! I paged the nurse because I wanted an epidural NOW! I didn't care if they were going to deliver the baby, I just wanted the pain to go away! The contractions were 1-2 minutes apart and lasted about 20 seconds long - not fun. And remember, I was going through this for nothing, he wasn't coming out the "normal" way no matter what my body wanted. The nurse finally walked in and said the doctor was on his way. Thank God!! By now it was about 10:00 and I was running on adrenaline - my bedtime was 2 hours ago. The nice man with the long needle and drugs arrived and I got my epidural. It was a very bittersweet moment for me because I knew it would be the last time I'd ever feel a baby moving in my tummy - but the pain took over and I wanted the drugs! Hubby went to put on his scrubs and they wheeled me into surgery. For anyone who's ever had a csection you'll understand - it was the most surreal experience of my life. You're lying there cut open (sorry if TMI) and they're pulling on you and some voice keeps counting (don't ask what that's for!) and then finally you feel them pull something from your body. When they got Jackson out he was perfectly healthy except for one thing - he never made a sound. Didn't cry, didn't whimper, nothing. I'm still being sewn up so I can't see much of anything except what's on the monitor and I was scared to death. I thought babies were supposed to cry? Well, my kid didn't. He was perfectly healthy though. 6 pounds 11 ounces and 19 3/4 inches long. He was (and still is) the sweetest baby. He has the sweetest disposition and smiles easily to anyone and everyone. He's very easygoing and hardly anything phases him. He has completed our family and made the world a much better place to be in. We love him so very much and can't wait to watch him grow into a toddler and then preschooler! Happy Birthday Jackson!!
I've never actually written down Jack's birth story. I figured his "one year" post was as good a time as any. Sorry for the novel! =)
One year ago today was my laundry day. It was a Sunday and I was 38 weeks pregnant. I spent the morning doing laundry and as I was finishing up, the contractions started. Because it was my 2nd pregnancy I'd had contractions the entire time so this was nothing new and absolutely nothing I was concerned about - annoyed yes but not concerned. Well, I ate my lunch thinking the food would make them stop, laid down thinking that would make them stop but nothing did. It finally dawned that maybe I should be keeping up with these things? After all my doctor had said if they came 5 min. apart for more than an hour to call. So I started watching the clock. The hour came and went and the darn things wouldn't let up so I called the hospital. Now you have to understand, my kid was breech so I knew he wasn't coming on his own no matter how many contractions I had. I was in no hurry. Of course, my doctor wasn't on call so some strange man (he was a doctor but a stranger to me) called me back about 45 minutes later and said if they were that regular to come in and they'd "take a look." Well I packed my bag (remember he wasn't coming on his own - we had a csection scheduled for three days later) and dropped Dylan off with the grandparents. When we got to the hospital we parked in the parking deck driving right past the "labor and delivery" parking - I wasn't in a hurry remember? Well the contractions were still coming and stupid me had to walk the LONG walk from the deck to L&D. Good times! Oh, and at Brookwood L&D is not easy to find coming from the parking deck. Well we finally got to the right place and were given a room so I could be monitored. By this point the contractions had stopped. Crap! I was going to be one of "those" women who shows up, thinks she's in labor and is sent home. They hooked me up to the monitors anyway and wanted me to sit and wait to see what happened. So we sat and we waited....and nothing really happened. I'd have a contraction every now and then but they weren't regular and they weren't painful. After waiting for about an hour thinking we would be sent home shortly, they started again. And this time it HURT! I paged the nurse because I wanted an epidural NOW! I didn't care if they were going to deliver the baby, I just wanted the pain to go away! The contractions were 1-2 minutes apart and lasted about 20 seconds long - not fun. And remember, I was going through this for nothing, he wasn't coming out the "normal" way no matter what my body wanted. The nurse finally walked in and said the doctor was on his way. Thank God!! By now it was about 10:00 and I was running on adrenaline - my bedtime was 2 hours ago. The nice man with the long needle and drugs arrived and I got my epidural. It was a very bittersweet moment for me because I knew it would be the last time I'd ever feel a baby moving in my tummy - but the pain took over and I wanted the drugs! Hubby went to put on his scrubs and they wheeled me into surgery. For anyone who's ever had a csection you'll understand - it was the most surreal experience of my life. You're lying there cut open (sorry if TMI) and they're pulling on you and some voice keeps counting (don't ask what that's for!) and then finally you feel them pull something from your body. When they got Jackson out he was perfectly healthy except for one thing - he never made a sound. Didn't cry, didn't whimper, nothing. I'm still being sewn up so I can't see much of anything except what's on the monitor and I was scared to death. I thought babies were supposed to cry? Well, my kid didn't. He was perfectly healthy though. 6 pounds 11 ounces and 19 3/4 inches long. He was (and still is) the sweetest baby. He has the sweetest disposition and smiles easily to anyone and everyone. He's very easygoing and hardly anything phases him. He has completed our family and made the world a much better place to be in. We love him so very much and can't wait to watch him grow into a toddler and then preschooler! Happy Birthday Jackson!!
I've never actually written down Jack's birth story. I figured his "one year" post was as good a time as any. Sorry for the novel! =)
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Oh... what a sweet boy! How quickly a year goes!! Happy birthday to cute little Jackson!!
I loved reading your birth story. It is so interesting to me how everyone's birth stories are so different.
I loved reading your story. That first year just flies by!! The photo in the post will be a favorite. It's just perfect!
Hard to believe that was a whole year ago!
Happy Birthday, little buddy!
Happy Birthday, Jackson! Thanks for sharing your birth story, Jenney:) Love those pictures...what a sweet little boy!!!
what a great story and such a wonderful ending. Hope he continues to bring you such wonderful surprises and joy for many many many years to come. Happy Birthday Jackson.
Awww! It is so hard to believe it has been a year. He is getting so big, I remember seeing you 2 days before you had him and you told me he is stuck! I got worried too during my c-section because Olivia did not cry when they pulled her out.
Jenney your story is great! I loved reading it!
Happy Birthday Jackson! He's a big boy now! :)
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