My Story

I've come to the conclusion that I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to labor. You would think by the fourth child I'd have it down, but clearly I do not. After a great evening with Don, I layed down on the hotel bed exhausted. I felt some discomfort and a little angry if this was a contraction. I waited for one more before I told Don. We decided to get the heck out of there. We arrived at the hospital and I was at 7 cm. I felt a little mad to show up at 7 cm, but thankful I wasn't at 10cm. I don't understand why my contractions weren't that bad and I was just walking around like nothing was happening. Once I was given my epidural I could relax and smile about meeting my little guy. The on- call doctor broke my water and we waited for about 30 minutes until I was complete. A few pushes and Damon arrived.  It didn't go the way I planned...again, but I couldn't be happier to hold my little angel. The more I look at him the more I think he looks like Colbie when she was born.  I was pretty exhausted last night so I had the nurse take Damon to the nursery so I could get a few hours of uninterrupted rest.  I'm feeling much better today, but I'm in no rush to leave. This hospital is like a little vacation for me.  We will update the blog with lots of pictures when we get home.