And no I am talking about poop. I am talking about a second child. A friend of mine just had a baby via C-Section. As she was posting pictures and stuff on Facebook I found myself getting jealous of her. She looked good and had makeup on and everything. From my eyes it looked like she wasn't nearly as tired as I was. I couldn't help but go down memory lane of Caedmon's birth. I started having contractions the morning of Friday October 26th. I was only working from home at this point so I worked all day and prepped every file so whoever was taking care of that case while I was on maternity leave would know what needs to be done with the case.
By the evening contractions started to get more intense and we decided to head to the hospital. Of course they would decrease when I get there and they were going to send me home but didn't because my blood pressure was high. I am so glad they didn't send me home because if they did I would never have gotten any sleep that night. By the time we got me admitted (it was like 10PM) they were getting intense again and if it wasn't for giving me a sleeping pill I would have been awake and in pain all night. So by morning I think I was allowed breakfast but nothing else until after the birth. So the contractions were still intense but dilating was taking F O R E V E R!!! I cannot even remember but at some point during the day I got the epidural and was given petocin to help speed things up. Then my water finally broke and oh my gosh that is like the most weirdest feeling ever. Then if memory serves shortly after getting that mess cleaned up it was Go time. The birth took 45 minutes which I was proud of myself for because I have heard of some people taking like 2 to 3 hours and I cannot even imagine that. 45 minutes is bad enough. So he was born October 27th at 7:13 PM.
Only 4 visitors are allowed in the room at one time and the father (Tanner) counts as one of the four. So I had 9 visitors out in the waiting room anxiously waiting to meet Baby Caedmon. So that means we went through 4 rounds of visitors that night. Just wish they could have all came in at once and get it done and over with. Here I am exhausted and hungry as hell. Thank God Rick went out and brought me McDonald's cheeseburgers and french fries which I devoured. After all of the visitors were done then the nurse cleaned Caedmon, etc. And then I was more than ready to go to bed at this point I was so exhausted. But then the nurse is like okay we got to get you up to go pee and get you moved to your room. I am like are you frickin kidding me? I just want to sleep. So of course because I am so weak and tired I almost pass out trying to get out of the bed. That was really scary and an unpleasant feeling. She said we will try again in 15 minutes and sure enough same thing about happened. So then she called my doctor to find out what to do and they had to give me an IV for a few minutes. Then I was able to get out of the bed and hobble over to the bathroom to do the most unpleasant pee of my life.
Once we got to my new room then I had to try to nurse him which had difficulties there so it took awhile. So I think it was finally about 2AM before I could get some sleep. Not to mention that bed was so uncomfortable and hard to get out of when you are sore as shit. And then pretty sure got awoken about 3 hours later because they have to keep coming in every couple of hours to do blood pressure checks and push on your stomach. And then because was having trouble getting him to latch when I could have been sleeping I was pumping so he could at least get the colostrum.
So I was jealous because my friend was not in labor for over 24 hours and then basically do a really intense workout for 45 minutes on an empty stomach and be awake for about 20 hours in a row. I just think that was all BS but so thankful for my husband who changed ALL of the diapers the whole time we were in the hospital.
I just felt like blogging this but I understand that I have been lucky in other areas that maybe other women have not been. Such as it didn't take long for us to get pregnant and I had no morning sickness. This friend had both of these problems. In fact she was told she could not get pregnant on her own and then they call this baby their miracle baby. So I know there are pluses and minuses to every pregnancy and every person is different. But I just do not want to go through all of that again. And of course this is not the only reason either but I will not get into that now.
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