Wow, Was That Different!

During dinner last night I knew something didn't quite feel right. I couldn't eat and we were at Texas Roadhouse! That was clue #1! When we got home I noticed that my contractions were coming one right after the other. With a storm coming on, my doctor saying that when I started it would be fast, and my hospital 30 minutes away I decided to call the doctor. He had me come in and we were in triage for about 2 hours. I walked one loop of the hallway and went from 4-5cm. That's when everything happened fast. My contractions started to gain in intensity and the breathing I learned with Jillian's prenatal classes finally came in handy! Poor Jeremy's hands, however, weren't prepared for what would ensue. I was wisked down the hall to the Labor and Delivery room with contractions coming about every other minute. I was afraid the anesthesiologist would not arrive in time. He got there when I was about 6cm. Finally some relief! I told everyone that we'd have this baby by 3:00am. The nurse left the room for a minute and said for us to call if I started to feel pressure. That took only a minute or so (the nurse later said 10 minutes). I told Jeremy to call the nurse back in. I felt more than pressure! It was like the epidural didn't cover that area of my body. The nurse told us later that sometimes when the baby moves that quickly the epidural can't take away the pain from the actual delivery. So it was back to the breathing! The nurse had just hung up with my doctor after telling him I was 6-6 and a half cm. She checked me again and I was 8, then a few minutes later I was doing all I could not to deliver Jeremiah into the nurse's hands! Dr. Farmer walked in pulling on his scrubs and boots and caught Jeremiah just in the nick of time! Jeremy cut the cord and our beautiful boy was wrapped and checked. He scored a 9.9 on the apgar test. Then I saw a look of concern on Dr. Farmer's face. The placenta wouldn't come out. He pulled and pulled but could not get it delivered. Finally he just went in after it. It took about 6 tries. Finally he was successful. All in all it was a totally new experience for me. One that I'm glad I had now, but am also glad I'll never have again! Jeremiah is a beautiful 8 pound 3 ounce boy. He is not a crier (thanks to Jeremy's genes) and is cute as a button! His first nursing session he managed to nurse for about 20 minutes! That's my boy!!! Thanks for all your love, prayers, thoughts and wishes. Come see us!