Robert's Birth Story

My baby turned nine on Friday Feb 26 . In honor of his birthday I decided to share my birth story. Even though it was nine years ago, some of it feels like yesterday. This growing up thing he is doing is happening way too fast.

I was 20 and pregnant for the first time. It was 2001 Rob and I were married in Sept 2000 (when I was 4 months preg) and we had only been together for a year on Valentines day 2001, which also happened to be my due date for Robert. (Yes, we did everything very fast!) lol.

My due date of Valentines Day came and went. I wasn't having any contractions and I wasn't even dilated. Robert was really comfy and didn't want to come out, so the Dr set the date of Wed. Feb 26 to induce me if I hadn't gone into labor yet. Tues. Feb 25 Rob and I made a big steak dinner, it was delicious. At this point in the days leading up, Rob had taken me for bumpy rides, lots of sex, spicy foods, everything that was 'supposed' to induce labor. Obviously nothing had worked. So after our big steak dinner we tried going to bed early. Rob slept but I couldn't. I was so excited and very nervous. So I just stayed up and got everything ready for the next day.

Around 4 30 am I woke up with contractions. They were coming steady about 5 minutes apart. I know now that they were just Braxton Hicks and not the real thing, but being a first time mom I had no clue and was panicking. I was supposed to be at the hospital at 7 am for induction but ended up going at 5 30 because of the contractions. So they got me all hooked up and told me the contractions weren't strong enough so they had to continue with the induction and started me on evil pitocin, lol. The contractions were coming closer by lunch and getting more painful, the nurses kept telling me to get up and walk but I didn't want to. It was getting too painful, so they gave me some drugs through the IV, they knocked me out and I was able to get some sleep. I was about 4-5 cm around lunch time. I don't remember the rest very well. I remember getting an epidural and it didn't work, I still felt everything, so they gave me more drugs through the IV and tried the epi again but it still failed. So here I was at around 4:30pm at 10 cm, induced by pitocin which makes it more painful and my epi wasn't freaking working. I was pushing and pushing and nothing. I was screaming at everyone, I told Rob "This is your f***ing fault", "get the f**k away from me, I hate you, you did this to me". It was the WORST pain ever, ever, ever. The nurses kept telling me how to breathe and I kept telling them to get out of my face. LOL. I found out afterwards that I was screaming so loud I made a mom in the next room to me cry cause she was so scared! Ha ha!

So, my Dr was standing outside the door listening to me scream and push and it had been an hour and when I finally screamed at the top of my lungs (this is one of the only things I remember from pushing), "Get this f***ing thing outta me!!!". She came in and used the vacuum because his head was stuck. I remember her suctioning it to his head and using all her body weight to pull him out while I pushed. I remember thinking "that b**ch is gonna rip his head off!"

Finally, he came out. I have no idea how she caught him because she was using all her force to pull him out with the suction vacuum thingie, but she did, and handed me my beautiful cone headed little man at 5:31 pm. I cried and cried and cried. I started nursing him right away and I will never forget the feeling of finally having my little man in my arms. It felt like the whole world stopped and the only thing that mattered and was moving was me and my baby. I never knew I could love someone so much and so unconditionally.