I have had a life long phobia of giving birth. There are two ways a baby wriggles out, and both filled me with absolute terror. Wonderfully, the birth could not have been more pleasant. The commotion began with a doctor's visit on Monday. The baby's heart rate had been an issue the whole pregnancy, so with yet another alarming dip on the monitor I was off to the hospital (a common recent practice for me) and not leaving without a baby. No dilation, no effacement, nothing.
I was given a medication to help prepare me go into labor. The medication needed to sit overnight, and this conclusion was reached after being in the hospital all day. So I had a long night ahead of me with no food, after a day of no food. Once you are admitted into the hospital ice chips and the occasional popsicle become your menu. The most horrifying part of all this was the no-food policy. Well, that and the blood-curdling shrieks of the woman across the hall from us. I had been eating like a marathoner for the past month, so I did not know how I would survive this with no food.
Overnight the medication worked its magic and I was at a 3. An hour and a cup of ice chips later the nurse checked on me and said with a look of concern, "I don't believe what I'm feeling. I'm going to have someone else check." Christopher and I were terrified that we were headed for c-section city. The other nurse confirmed...that I had gone from a 3 to a 10 in one hour! We asked, "What happens next!?" She replied, "You push."
My doctor arrived and within two and a half pushes a mighty boy was born! The first thing out of the doctor's mouth was, "Your baby is HUGE!" Thomas came built for great things. He has a sweet old soul and I can't believe he's finally here, safe and sound. We just love him.