I went into the doctor around 11:00 that morning and her exact words after examining me were "I cannot believe your water has not broken!" She said that I was 5cm and the bag of water was buldging. She did something called "stripping membranes" which is just a fancy way of saying they are trying to push along the process. I left and headed to my regular doctor because I was really sick with bronchitis. I just had a feeling that he was going to be born that day, or soon, and I knew I needed to get some medicine for the bronchitis.
Around 1:00 we got home, ate some lunch and I decided I better take a shower and get ready "just in case." So I did. Towards the end of getting ready I started to have contractions so I got the girls in there and made sure their hair was fixed in case we had to leave in a hurry. Contractions started out at 4 minutes apart, there was no "leading into it."
I remember standing in the kitchen talking to Brandon and telling him it had been 45 minutes and they were close together. He told me to go ahead and go in but I was being stubborn because I wanted to be sure. As soon as I said that the next one was 2 minutes apart and I bent down on the kitchen floor because the pain was so bad. So at 50 minutes I got in the car and drove to my doctor. She is right next to the hospital and I wanted her to tell me to go if it was really time. Audree was sleeping so Brandon waited at home for the call.
Long story short, the nurse checked me as soon as I got there and she said I was 6cm and definitely in labor. At that point my doctor would not let me drive so she had the receptionist take me. (brave lady letting me get in her car at 6cm with a bag of water about to break!)
I think I arrived at the hospital around 3:30 or so and within 30 minutes my room was filled with over 20 people! It was like the perfect timing for all the family/friends getting off work because before I knew it I was looking at all their smiling faces. I love that they are so supportive and get so excited for us, it's awesome and made the day so much more special.
That first hour I got an epidural and I was 7cm before they got it in. I was in a lot of pain but at the same time it was neat to get to experience it that far. With the girls I never made it that far because it was much more planned. I enjoyed the spontaneous "birth day" and all that craziness that comes along with it.
We got Heath's things ready, we took some pictures with everyone, and we shared some laughs that first hour.....
My doctor finally had to break my water because it just wasn't happening on its own. Within 30 minutes of that I knew that it was time. I had a friend of mine run to get the nurse to see if I was right and as soon as she checked she said he was coming! We rounded everyone up very quickly so that we can pray before it was time. This is always my favorite part because it gives me such peace minutes before our life changes forever. I always cry when they pray and I just felt so thankful that so many people love my little boy the way that they do. It was perfect.
The whole time my dear friend Julie was behind the crowd catching every moment in pictures. This was the third birth she had been there for and each time it is always so special. We love her like family and having her there always makes us happy :)
Everyone left the room and it was time to meet our son.....
Will continue Heath's birth story on the next post......