I have some amazing (really, super amazing) guest posts lined up for next week. But, before I post them, I thought I’d share Hazel’s birth story while it is still fresh in my mind.
Monday started off just like any other day. Except, this time I was super excited because Tyler had the day off to celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. day.
We went to breakfast, just the three of us, and I remember thinking that I had the greatest little family in the whole world. Eloise was being hilarious and keeping us entertained by explaining to us every little detail of the “cheeeeeeeese” in her breakfast sandwich. That girl loves cheese.
After breakfast, we went and got milkshakes from a gas station by us. I was super freaked out about getting a milk shake from a gas station– But it was actually super good so I was pleasantly surprised.
When we got home, I decided to take a huge nap… For some reason I was extra tired that day and just wanted to sleep to gear up for another week of being pregnant and taking care of an active toddler (man, that was rough). I didn’t think I’d be having Hazel anytime soon because at my last doctor’s appointment I wasn’t dilated or effaced at all. So…Needless to say, napping sounded great.
I woke up around 9:00 pm to a really random pain.
I didn’t really think much of it, but it hurt enough for me to stay awake.
Eloise was already in bed, so I decided to just grab my laptop and start working on some custom orders I needed to install. Only… The pain came back again about 4 minutes later.
I remember groaning through it– But, still refusing to believe it was any sort of contraction. I thought maybe I was just having issues with the gas station milk shake or something because the pains just kept coming about 3-4 minutes apart.
I decided to get in the bath to try and get the pains to go away. It didn’t really help… So I decided to text Tyler (he was downstairs and I didn’t think I was in labor) that I was never eating a milkshake again because I was in way too much pain.
Then, I moseyed my way downstairs to hang out with him.
When I got down there, the pain started coming every two minutes and I was trying to just breathe through them…But, in my head I was panicking big time and swearing a lot (I never swear in real life, so it was funny to me that those were literally the only words I could think of to get me through the pain).
After watching me have contractions so close together, Tyler told me we were going to the hospital to get me checked out. I told him that there was no way I was going because they would laugh at me and tell me I was still not dilated and I just couldn’t handle that. But, to make him feel better– I said I’d pack our hospital bag and if things got worse we could go in.
It only took one contraction while I was packing to finally tell Tyler that, yes, I’d go in.
At 9:45ish we were packing like crazy. Just sort of throwing items into bags and making sure Eloise has enough clothes to last her a few days. When it seemed like things were under control (ha!) I decided to do my hair. It was hard to work through the contractions and curl my hair at the same time, but it had to be done (I don’t know why I thought I needed curly hair?)…I was just about to start on my makeup, but the contractions started to be on top of each other– So I decided I’d just do it once I got to the hospital. Again, I don’t know what I was thinking. At the time hair and makeup seemed so important.
Anyway, around 10:00 I texted my mom and let her know we were on our way.
Our car was packed with random stuff, our Eloise girl, and our two pugs. We were ready.
Only…I still wasn’t convinced I was in labor. So I made sure to tell everyone not to get too excited because we’d probably be sent home.
When we were about an exit away from my mom’s house, I decided I couldn’t take the pain anymore and asked her to meet us at the hospital to pick up the dogs and Eloise. The thought of going to her house and dropping every one off was just too much for me to handle. It would have added at least 20 minutes to our trip and I just couldn’t handle it.
Around 10:15 we pulled into the Hospital.
My mom wasn’t there yet and I refused to sit in the car so I told Tyler I was going to just go in and get checked out and that he could wait with Eloise and the dogs ’til my mom got there.
I was totally fine with it because I just knew I wasn’t in real labor.
I wanted to have a nice tender moment with my Eloise, but my contractions were less than a minute apart at this point… So, with tears in my eyes I gave her a kiss and slowly made my wait to the Hospital entrance.
When I got in, there was no one around. I had to page a nurse and by the time she got to me, I was having contractions one right after another.
She hurried me to a room and checked me.
I told her I was scared and that I probably wasn’t dilated at all.
She told me I was at a 5 and that I was completely effaced.
I said “PHEW! Now can I get an epideral?” (I’m so awkward oh my gosh).
She laughed and then rushed to go call the anesthesiologist.
By this point, Tyler was back with me and we were transfered to our room. We were told it would be about 20 minutes until I could get my epideral, so I kind of just laid in the bed and tried to be happy until he got there.
The nurse told us to hurry and call our birth photographer because baby girl wasn’t going to hold on much longer…She would be here soon! This made Tyler and me so excited we could hardly contain our giggles.
Since it was a Holiday and a weird hour, we found out that my normal OBGYN wasn’t going to be able to deliver our baby. I was a little bummed, but we were told the guy delivering was pretty awesome. He ended up coming to meet us and immediately we felt comfortable with him. We joked about how our baby HAD to be born before 12, because we had a thing for Holidays (Eloise was born on a Holiday too).
Around 11 the anesthesiologist came in and gave me my epideral.
I waited and waited for it to work… But it just wasn’t.
I could still feel the contractions around 11:30 and at this point, they were right on top of each other.
I asked to be checked again, just so I knew I didn’t need to panic about it not working. Only…When she checked me I was 100% complete and ready to push. Scary.
Luckily, the epideral kicked in at 11:50…Right as the doctor walked in the door.
He told me thanks for letting him have just the right enough time to go to WinCo (grocery store) so he could use his coupon that expired at midnight. We laughed and got started.
Apparently I’m weird when I’m in labor, because all I could think about was hair and if she’d have any.
I told the doctor I was scared she’d be bald–And I didn’t know how to take care of a bald baby. He told me there wasn’t anything wrong with being bald (which was funny because he was completely bald. Oops!) and laughed with me.
I also told him we only had 10 minutes to get her out before midnight, so we’d better hurry. He agreed and said she’d be out way before that.
Once I started pushing, things went so smoothly. When he could see her head, he told me that she had hair and we could all sigh in relief. I even got to reach down and touch her head, which was so amazing.
A few pushed later, my littlest love was born. 11:53 pm.
I remember thinking that she looked beautiful…But also a little like an earthworm.
And, at that moment, all my fears about being a mama to two completely faded.
I was completely in love with her.
So, there you have it. My 3 hour labor and the most beautiful baby girl.
Thank you so much Kimberly Aldrich Photography for the awesome pictures sprinkled in this post (obviously the professional ones…Not the instagram ones!) She took them yesterday (when Hazel was 4 days old)…Isn’t she amazing?
I should have birth photography pictures back in a few weeks! Can’t wait to share them with you.