Heather’s Blog

Brandon’s Birthday is next month and I just couldn’t help myself in wanting to write this. especially since this is his first birthday with me since he turned one…

EDIT: This takes place almost 11 yrs ago

I went through 40 Hours of hard labor with Brandon. 2 Days before Brandon was born the Labor came on strong. I like just like about every other mom go to the hospital to get checked out and sent back home. Wasn’t dilating at all, so I went home… That night my Mom calls me up telling me I needed to go walking to help speed up the process. But who wants to walk when they are in labor? Surely not me… She calls up Kerri telling her that she needs to come over to my house and pick my ass up and take me walking. So Kerri shows up and we go to Target and started doing my baby shower registry (we had the baby shower after he was born, so my Mom could be here for it) Imagine me at Target scanning items I wanted, saying, “HOLD ON!” every few minutes as a contraction hit and wanting to sit on the floor.

The next day went by with labor all day but stayed home. We went to bed that night and at 2 a.m. in the morning on the 16th I woke up out of bed feeling I had to use the bathroom. I get up go sit down on the toilet and no later then a second later my water broke. At that very moment the contractions went crazy out of control and were coming every 30-60 seconds. I wake up my husband John and he rushes me down to the hospital. I think he got me there in what usually takes about 15 minutes in about 8 minutes. I actually had to ask him to slow down because it was making me sick. This time I’m finally admitted, the roll me away in a wheel chair and attach all the monitoring devices. Hours and hours pass and nothing. I had only reached 2 cm. They induced labor to hopefully speed up the process of needing to dilate more but still nothing. They told me that if I didn’t have the baby in 2 hours that they would perform a c-section. Which is what I ended up doing, at 6:27 p.m. my little bundle of joy was born.

I didn’t want an epidural so didn’t get it till I was told I would be having the c-section. I was scared out of my mind of them sticking a needle in my back. So scared that all I could say to John was “I love you”. It felt like they were screwing into my back. During the labor at the hospital my mom was still up in Washington State at the time kept on calling to see how I was doing. She said she was so proud of me and was happy that I wasn’t yelling at John. There was only one time that I got a little ticked off at him and that is when he was saying good that was x amount of time from the last. I was like I don’t want to know that just tell me to breath and just hold me lol. Needless to say he stopped.

I have talked to people who have had a “normal” delivery and c-sections and I just like they do not recommend having a c-section. One of the things I hated other then the pain I went through trying to get out of my bed after is having the oxygen mask on me while in surgery but that will happen with any surgery I guess lol.

Here is a scanned picture of Brandon right after I delivered him as they cleaned him up…

After four days of being in the hospital I finally was able to come home on Monday the 19th.