Wow im behind!
Well for starters, my last 9 weeks of pregnancy were pretty normal. A few braxton hicks here and there, one trip to the hospital for a couple bags of fluids and only one panic attack thinking I was going into preterm labor at 35 weeks! I worked until I was 38 weeks pregnant, only 3 days a week for the last 2 weeks, per babies orders. Luckily my boss was amazing through the whole thing and basically let me make my own schedule.
On February 24th we had our last centering class/appointment and was 75% effaced and dilated to a 1 and they could feel his head! I let my mom know and we decided to keep our plans the same and just take it easy until she got here on the 26th. I wanted to have some maternity pictures but didnt want to pay for them, so we just planned on having my mom take some for us down on the beach when she got there. Once she got here we hurry and loaded in the car so we could some pictures before it got to dark and so we still had time to grab some dinner afterwards. We decided to eat at Ruby's, the obly downside was walking to the end of the pier 39 1/2 weeks pregnant! I was feeling a little crampy but it didnt phase me because I figured it was just from all of the walking, so I ignored it. We ate dinner and headed home. Jake had just switched from the graveyard shift to the early morning shift and had to get up at 3 am so he went to bed and mom and I stayed up and chatted and edited some pictures. Around 11 we called it a night and I attempted sleeping. At 1 I woke up feeling crampy but couldnt decide if it was how I was laying, gas pain, how declan was laying or if I was going into labor. So I laid there for about 30 minutes before deciding I could very well be in labor, so I woke up my mom and told her what was going on, sat on my yoga ball for about 20 minutes and started feeling contractions enough to where I could time them. They started out really close, at 1.5-2 minutes apart but werent lasting very long. So we called the hospital and they told me to wait as long as I could before coming in. I woke up jake and told him it was baby time and that he needed to call his command and let them know while I was in thw shower. As im about to get in he says "so..do you just want me to go to work and you can call and let me know whats going on?" Hahaha he is lucky I wasnt dying yet! Once I told him straight up call lt and tell him im having a baby, he realized I was serious. At about 3 we were finally headed out the door, and my contractions were getting much worse.
When we got to the hospital I could barely walk and had to stop a handfull of times before we made it to labor and delivery, when they checked me I was only at a 3 but my water had broke so I was admitted! Between 4 and 7 I thought I was going to die. My contractions were just constant and I couldnt breath at all, and had only progressed to a 4, not far enough for an epidural. They luckily gave me pain killer to hold me over but only lasted about 20 minutes. But lucky me, my nurse was amazing and made them call the anesthesiologist and he gave me the epidural even though I wasnt at a 5 yet. Holy best thing ever! They gave me another dose of pain killers because I still couldnt breath through contractions, so I didnt feel anything with my epidual being placed. It started working immediately and worked wonders the rest of labor and delivery!
After the epidural my blood pressure started to drop and I stopped progressing so they gave me a dose of pitocin and within an hour progressed from a 5 to 9 1/2! They told me they would give me another hour and I would start pushing around 10. Pushing was the most exhausting thing I have ever done. Everyone kept saying he looked and felt between 7-8 lbs, and then his head got stuck on my pelvic bone. It took 2 hours of pushing in various positions to finally get him unstuck. By then I was exhausted and had heart burn from hell and just wanted him out. Once his head was out I tried not to look and focus on pushing his shoulders out, because I knew once I saw him I would start crying and be useless. And that happened. The doctor had to pull and twist him out because I couldnt push anymore! But after 2 1/2 hours of pushing, our sweet baby boy was born on February 27th at 12:19 pm and weighed a whopping 9lbs 8oz. Everyones jaw hit the floor and they weighed him twice. Everyone was convinced he was 7-8 lbs and he looked about 8lbs.
We got to snuggle him for an hour before they toom him to clean him up and finished fixing me up. Thanks to the 2 1/2 hours and 9lb 8oz prize at the end, I had a really rough recovery, and even tore an artery! It was great fun.
We stayed in the hospital until saturday and then were welcomed home by my mom, dad, brother and grandma! After dad, Braden and grandma left, Jake's brother Joey and his wife Rachel came out, and then Laci came out and took declans newborn pictures for us.
Since then, we ha e just been enjoying averyday with our sweet boy. He is now 7 months old and weighs 20lbs 10oz and it 28in long! He is so dang cute and has the biggest personality. He can sit up by himself and rolls all over the place. He has almost figured out crawling and loves bath time! He is so fun and we are so blessed to be his parents.
Also this weekend we are finally moving back to Utah! Jake is veerping out of the Marine Corps a few months early so we get to leave California now instead of later!
Life has treated us well, and we cant wait to see what the future holds!
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