Our family was blessed with our little girl Saturday, September 22 at 12:04 pm. Elizabeth weighed in at 7 lbs, 7 oz and measured 19 1/2 inches long.
Her birth story began around 1:00 in the morning on Saturday. I woke up with the worst back pain, it felt like my back was literally breaking in half. Patrick had fallen asleep with William, so I thought I'd let him sleep and wake him later if things started happening. I started watching the clock, trying to gauge how frequent these back pains were. My stomach was doing it regular tightening thing along with the back pain, but I'd been having so many Braxton Hicks contractions that I wasn't sure if it was the real thing. I could not sleep. I went into the den and watched a couple of On Demand episodes of Royal Pains to catch up with the season. I was still timing things, and in the back of my mind I was thinking "I'll wake up Patrick at 5:00 if things are still going like this." The contractions weren't terribly consistent, they'd go from 15 to 7 or 8 minutes apart, then slack off for a little while. Around 5:00 I ended up taking a bath then laid back in bed and actually got about an hour of sleep. When Patrick woke up around 7:00 I let him know what was going on and he asked if I wanted to go to the hospital. I still doubted that I was really in labor and decided to time the next set of contractions, then we'd make a decision. I knew that if I went in they wouldn't send me home because I was already 4cm as of Wednesday, so I wanted to be sure that I was in labor before I went in. It ended up being about 20 minutes before another contraction, so I gave Patrick the go ahead to go into work for a few hours to get some things done.
We got to the hospital around 10:00 and there were a few other people waiting in the assessment center. The nurse came out, asked who was first, then looked at me and asked everybody if it was okay for me to go back because I looked like I was in pain. They quickly checked me and I was at 8cm. From then on it was quite hectic getting me checked in and up to a room. I told them I wanted an epidural, so we had to get things processed before that could happen. When they wheeled me into the labor and delivery room, I looked at one of the nurses and recognized her as the same nurse from William's delivery. When I mentioned the coincidence, she switched with another nurse to stay on my case. She is awesome and I'm so thankful I had her with me again. Again, lots of organized chaos getting everything ready but the anesthesiologist and nurse anesthetist made it with the meds. I was so far along it took several combinations to get the pain to go away - I wanted none! By the time that was finished Dr. Gautreau was back to break my water and I was ready to push. Patrick was texting the family with the play by play and my mom made it in time to bring me my grandma's rosary to hold. Two pushes with the nurse and one with Dr.Gautreau and our baby girl was born at 12:04. It had been a whirlwind 2 hours.
I kept saying I wanted the "drama" of going into labor on my own and I got just enough. We spent our 2 nights in the hospital then headed to Thibodaux for a few days because our house was a wreck with the construction. We came home Wednesday and all are doing great, adjusting to being a family of 4, and very thankful for the help from our families. We are blessed.
