TheOtherVillainess
Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.....
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1:15 am
I roll over and poke DH. "Honey..I can't sleep anymore. I mean, I know I'm supposed to get up in like an hour and a half anyway, but I can't sleep."
DH: "Mmmpf."
So I get up and take a shower, hoping to calm my overanxious and totally freaked out nerves. Shortly afterward DH gets up. I can't concentrate on anything long enough to keep myself busy, so I go surf the internet. I bounce from site to site, anxiously awaiting the 3 o'clock hour. When 3 am finally comes, I check and recheck my bag to make sure I have everything. I even pack several videotapes because I know that I have some long, boring hours ahead of me.
4 am
Dh drags my suitcase out to the car and I settle myself in the passenger seat. As we drive towards our final destination, DH realizes that he has no kleenex, which will probably become vitally important in the next few hours. Darn.
4:15 am- Make a pitstop at the local Wal-Mart for Kleenex before heading towards the final destination.
4:55 am Arrive at the hospital and since it is so early, we have to go in through the ER. Which is totally silent. A tech takes one look at me and asks if I am in labor. To which I reply.."Well not yet. But they're gonna gimme the drugs soon.". He gets a wheelchair and takes me up to L/D where a nurse shows me to my room.
5:05 amI go into the closet-sized bathroom and change into the backless gown they give me, as well as put a second one on backwards to cover my ginormous naked rear.
5:15 am The on-call doctor and a fleet of nurses arrive to get me settled in, poke me all over like I am some sort of freakshow on display, strap on irritating monitors and insert the IV from heck which gives me the Pitocin to start my labor.
5:45 amDH comes back from filling out paperwork and we watch Star Trek: First Contact.
8 am The movie is over and my OB/GYN, Dr. Boyd has arrived to check my dialation and see how things are going. My water still hasn't broken, so she reaches up in there
with what appears to be a giant crochet hook and breaks my water. *splash!*
8:25 am The anasthesiologist pops in and asks if I want my painkillers now. I ask for a few moments to decide whether or not I want them now or later. The labor is getting to an almost uncomfortable level, but thankfully, it's all in my back because DS is doing an upside down tapdance on my nerves.
9 am The anastesthesiologist comes back and I tell her to give me the drugs now. She gives me my epidural with ease. Yay!
9:30 am Whoo. This is good stuff. I am completely numb from the waist down. Heh heh heh.
9:45 am DH pops in Toy Story.
11 something AM Dr. Boyd comes back to see how far dialated I am and I am around 8 1/2 cm. Ron and Evil Bev (the in-laws) arrive shortly later and Ron decides to preserve the event for posterity. With me looking like a tired, bloated whale.
Oh well. They stay and chat for around half an hour before DH decides he is so hungry, he would eat wood pulp if somebody fashioned it into a hamburger shape. Evil Bev, Ron and DH leave and head in the direction of the hospital cafateria.
11:47 am I have gone from 8 1/2 cm to a fullblown 10 in a matter of minutes. A nurse spots DH headed for the elevators and pulls him back in because I am about to start pushing. She hands him my right leg and says to hold it thusly, way up in the air with my poor butt hanging out. A fleet of baby people come flying in with green paper everywhere and monitors and special warmers and all sorts of gizmos and doohickeys.
12 pmUuungh! Push him out shove him out waaay out! DS, a jokester from the very start, decides to play a game with Dr. Boyd. Instead of coming out face down (the proper way from what I am told), he attempts to come out face up. So Dr.Boyd turns him manually. Ouch. And he slides over on one side. She turns him again. He flips onto his side AGAIN. After several more rounds of this, Dr.Boyd is finally annoyed to the point where she grabs the salad tongs to 'assist' him in making his way into the world.
[/I]12:42 pmTada! It's a boy...20 inches long, weighin in at 6 lbs 10 oz with a whole mess of dark brown hair and blue-gray eyes. Screaming his brains out. Well I would too if somebody yanked me outta there with forceps.
Evil Bev has re-entered the room and seems shocked when I tell DS to "get *beep"ed", scream and yell. I suppose that gets on her nerves and she leaves again.
1:25 pm DS is taken to the nursery for his first 'bath' and to have..whatever it is they do down there..done to him. Evil Bev comes back and reports that DS peed on one of the nurses. I cheer. 
That's my boy.
And the rest as the say, is history.
I can't believe it's been 2 years already. *sniffle*
TOV
I roll over and poke DH. "Honey..I can't sleep anymore. I mean, I know I'm supposed to get up in like an hour and a half anyway, but I can't sleep."
DH: "Mmmpf."
So I get up and take a shower, hoping to calm my overanxious and totally freaked out nerves. Shortly afterward DH gets up. I can't concentrate on anything long enough to keep myself busy, so I go surf the internet. I bounce from site to site, anxiously awaiting the 3 o'clock hour. When 3 am finally comes, I check and recheck my bag to make sure I have everything. I even pack several videotapes because I know that I have some long, boring hours ahead of me.
4 am
Dh drags my suitcase out to the car and I settle myself in the passenger seat. As we drive towards our final destination, DH realizes that he has no kleenex, which will probably become vitally important in the next few hours. Darn.
4:15 am- Make a pitstop at the local Wal-Mart for Kleenex before heading towards the final destination.
4:55 am Arrive at the hospital and since it is so early, we have to go in through the ER. Which is totally silent. A tech takes one look at me and asks if I am in labor. To which I reply.."Well not yet. But they're gonna gimme the drugs soon.". He gets a wheelchair and takes me up to L/D where a nurse shows me to my room.
5:05 amI go into the closet-sized bathroom and change into the backless gown they give me, as well as put a second one on backwards to cover my ginormous naked rear.
5:15 am The on-call doctor and a fleet of nurses arrive to get me settled in, poke me all over like I am some sort of freakshow on display, strap on irritating monitors and insert the IV from heck which gives me the Pitocin to start my labor.
5:45 amDH comes back from filling out paperwork and we watch Star Trek: First Contact.
8 am The movie is over and my OB/GYN, Dr. Boyd has arrived to check my dialation and see how things are going. My water still hasn't broken, so she reaches up in there
with what appears to be a giant crochet hook and breaks my water. *splash!*8:25 am The anasthesiologist pops in and asks if I want my painkillers now. I ask for a few moments to decide whether or not I want them now or later. The labor is getting to an almost uncomfortable level, but thankfully, it's all in my back because DS is doing an upside down tapdance on my nerves.
9 am The anastesthesiologist comes back and I tell her to give me the drugs now. She gives me my epidural with ease. Yay!
9:30 am Whoo. This is good stuff. I am completely numb from the waist down. Heh heh heh.
9:45 am DH pops in Toy Story.
11 something AM Dr. Boyd comes back to see how far dialated I am and I am around 8 1/2 cm. Ron and Evil Bev (the in-laws) arrive shortly later and Ron decides to preserve the event for posterity. With me looking like a tired, bloated whale.
Oh well. They stay and chat for around half an hour before DH decides he is so hungry, he would eat wood pulp if somebody fashioned it into a hamburger shape. Evil Bev, Ron and DH leave and head in the direction of the hospital cafateria.11:47 am I have gone from 8 1/2 cm to a fullblown 10 in a matter of minutes. A nurse spots DH headed for the elevators and pulls him back in because I am about to start pushing. She hands him my right leg and says to hold it thusly, way up in the air with my poor butt hanging out.
A fleet of baby people come flying in with green paper everywhere and monitors and special warmers and all sorts of gizmos and doohickeys.12 pmUuungh! Push him out shove him out waaay out! DS, a jokester from the very start, decides to play a game with Dr. Boyd. Instead of coming out face down (the proper way from what I am told), he attempts to come out face up. So Dr.Boyd turns him manually. Ouch. And he slides over on one side. She turns him again. He flips onto his side AGAIN. After several more rounds of this, Dr.Boyd is finally annoyed to the point where she grabs the salad tongs to 'assist' him in making his way into the world.
[/I]12:42 pmTada! It's a boy...20 inches long, weighin in at 6 lbs 10 oz with a whole mess of dark brown hair and blue-gray eyes. Screaming his brains out. Well I would too if somebody yanked me outta there with forceps.
Evil Bev has re-entered the room and seems shocked when I tell DS to "get *beep"ed", scream and yell. I suppose that gets on her nerves and she leaves again.1:25 pm DS is taken to the nursery for his first 'bath' and to have..whatever it is they do down there..done to him. Evil Bev comes back and reports that DS peed on one of the nurses. I cheer.
That's my boy.And the rest as the say, is history.
I can't believe it's been 2 years already. *sniffle*
TOV
My oldest will be 15 this year and it feels like just yesterday I was changing her diapers.. 
but man did it speed up labor!!
You'd never guess by looking at him now that IttyBitty was 3 1/2 mos premature.
