Too Fast and Furious

     It is no secret that I was beyond ready to be done with being pregnant.  Baby girl's May 10th due date seemed like millenniums away. Which was why I was so excited to find out I was dilated to 4 cm on April 19th. A week later, I'd only dilated half a centimeter,but because of my turbo delivery with Owen, my doctor wanted to induce me on May 3rd.  No one thought I'd make it to that date, and I secretly hoped I'd be holding my little girl by that afternoon.

    The next day I was running a fever and feeling a lot of pressure, so we headed to the hospital to get things checked out. The nurse confirmed that I was having contractions (none of which I felt) and was in the early stage of labor. I was told to stay at the hospital and walk twice for 1 hour intervals.

     Boy was I excited at the thought of having my baby that day!  I can neither confirm or deny that I power walked, did some stairs, maybe some walking lunges, and squats all in hopes of progressing my labor.  My prenatal P90x was all in vain, I ended up getting sent home.

The squats I may or may not have been doing.   Yes, I am huge, all the more reason why I was so ready to have that baby!

     The next day, I pretty much stayed in bed, I'd really worn myself out the day before.  I finally decided to roll out of bed  mid-afternoon for some lunch and a shower.  I sent my parents a text encouraging them to go about their day because I'd felt nothing remotely resembling a contraction all day.

Introducing Micah Scott

      I treated myself to hot shower, and had just stepped out when I felt a pop and a little leakage.  No big deal, right. Then it happened, a real live contraction.  That joker was so intense I immediately gave up my plan on going without an epidural. David and I timed a few, and then he informed me we were heading to the hospital.  

We checked into the hospital at about 4:15pm and were escorted to a labor delivery room at 4:25pm.
Let me just say, that these contractions made up for the ones I couldn't feel with Owen.  Now I understand why movies show women acting like they've lost their minds in labor scenes.  I'd like to tell you that I handled them like a champ, but I wimped out a few times.  The delivery team made a good effort to try and get me an epidural, but there wasn't time, and I really just wanted to push.  The doctor finally agreed and at 5:10pm, an 8lb 6oz squirming baby girl was laid on my chest, telling me what she thought about her rocket booster style birth.

What does Owen think?  He is smitten! I mean absolutely in love with his baby sister giving her sweet kisses and wanting to hold her and be near her always.

       I couldn't be happier with my new family.  Let the adventures begin again!