Many people have asked about our “birth story.” Well, our baby boy will be 3 weeks tomorrow (excuse me while I go cry), so I guess it’s time to finally share.
Thursday, April 12 at about 3 pm I was sitting in my mom’s office when suddenly I thought my water broke. I tried calling my husband only for him to be in a meeting, so I texted one of his coworkers to try to get him out of the meeting and he succeeded. In the meantime, my mom and dad took me to the L&D triage. The nurse swabbed me to check for amniotic fluid only to say it came back negative. The strip was turquoise and she said it needed to be blue- look lady, I don’t know much about baby nursing, but come on! How blue are we looking for here?! Anyways, they hooked me up to a monitor and I was having contractions every 4 minutes, but I wasn’t dilated at all. They sent me home.
I continued leaking the “said fluid” for the rest of the night and my contractions began to pick up. Sam kept begging me to go to the hospital but I didn’t want to go until I knew I was far enough along that they had to admit me. The next morning at about 0730 I couldn’t handle the contractions any longer so I told Sam it was time to go. Wouldn’t you know after begging me to go all night and me finally telling him I was ready that he had to finish doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen first?! Men…
We finally get to the hospital after driving through 0800 traffic. Y’all, if they tried to send me home they were going to have to call a Manpower because my pregnant butt was NOT leaving. They take me straight to L&D triage and hook me up to the monitor. I’m having contractions every 2-3 minutes lasting 1-2 minutes long. Luckily my OB was already on the floor so he came in to check on me. He immediately said, “Well you look like someone in labor!” I’m thinking to myself YEH NO KIDDING! ADMIT ME FOOLS! He checks me and I’m 3 cm. HALLELUJAH! He admitted me.
They take me to my room and within an hour I went from 3-8 cm. I went in thinking I didn’t want an epidural, but I progressed so quickly that I couldn’t calm myself down. The nurse told me they may not be able to get me an epidural because of how dilated I was and I had yet to have the required fluid bolus needed prior to getting an epidural. Pain meds were also questionable at this point because of potentially harming the baby. My nurse started the fluid bolus and called anesthesia anyways. They agreed to do it. PRAISE GOD FROM WHOM ALL BLESSINGS FLOW!!!! By the time they finished the epidural I was complete. The doctor checked me and told me to get ready to push. Wait, what? This epidural hasn’t even kicked in yet?! 45 minutes later the epidural kicked in (and by kicked in I mean I could still feel and completely move my legs but the contractions were bearable) so we started pushing. Four babies were born that Friday and there were only 3 nurses on the floor. Know what that means? The director of the floor and my husband helped me push. Poor guy. He thought he was going to stand at the top of the bed and hold my hand the whole time. Instead, he got himself a front row seat. Love you, mean it. At one point, there was a baby being born and their heart rate was dropping, so the director had to temporarily leave to help the nurses in the other room. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! That means it’s just Sam and me pushing and praying to God Ezra doesn’t decide to come while she’s gone.
Y’all, I pushed for 2.5 hours. TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!!!!!! Ezra’s head was too big and just wouldn’t come out (thanks, Sam for having a huge head). They cut me three different times and I only knew they started cutting me because suddenly Sam’s face completely changed and he just stared at me with the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen. And then sweet little Ezra Hayes was finally born. I was exhausted. Dead. Pooped. But as soon as they sat that little 8 lb. 3 oz. baby on my chest, nothing else mattered and our hearts were full. And apparently so was Ez’s tummy because he immediately crapped on my chest. Thanks bud. But I still didn’t care. My brand spanking new baby couldn’t do anything but just stare at me for an entire hour and I couldn’t do anything but stare back. I was in love. I was experiencing a new love. A new love for my new child, a new love for my amazing husband, and a new love for myself because I’m a freaking champion (and obv. humble).
So here he is world, almost 3 weeks later. Our perfect baby boy. Ezra Hayes Pement.