**This should have been posted February 1st…but as with everything else it took me a while to write it up! And I wanted to write MORE but figured…better keep it “short” and post it!!**
Today, February 1st, is my baby’s 1st birthday. It took us about 6 years before we were able to hold him in our arms. 6 long, slow years. The past year? The 1st year that he was in our life? A blur. Gone in the blink of an eye.
One year ago last night John and I decided that the next day, a Wednesday, we would pack the hospital bags and get them in the truck, just to be ready. I was due on February 9th (our anniversary) and we figured…may as well be ready!! However…a little someone had other plans. One year ago this morning, around 7am I was woken up by cramps. I hadn’t had Braxton Hicks so I had No idea if what I was feeling was labor or just…cramps. John had been able to spend a lot of time home with me, but this day he HAD to leave. He had to bring a recruit onto the guard base to get her ID and uniforms and such. It was *Important*. I asked if he HAD to go…because I just didn’t feel right…but he had to go. So, okay. I texted my Mom at 739am and asked her if contractions feel like bad cramps and she said that that’s how she starts! Then I got in the shower…just in case. I knew you couldn’t once your water breaks and I wanted to be safe! At 8:23, before I showered, I started timing these “cramps”. The first was 10:56 after, the next was 8:06 after that. The next? 4:01 and then they jumped to between 1 and 2 min apart!! What the heck!! OMG it was awful!! At 8:46 I sent John a text…there may have even been a swear in there (which is how he knew I was SERIOUS). He left his recruit on the base (lol) and drove home to me. I attempted throwing some things in bags (remember…we were going to pack that night!!) but that didn’t work out. Poor John, when he got home I could barely talk or breathe but he had to pack for me!!
While waiting for John I texted my mom back and Rachel. We’d had plans that day…which we obviously were not going to get to do!! Her response? “That is f*****g awesome! My rabbit rabbit worked! I was praying you’d go into labor today!” LOL!! Oh Rachel!!
When we arrived at the Doc’s office they checked me and asked how far my contractions were. When I told them about 2 min apart they gave me *the look*!! It’s not my fault, I told them!! They’d only started a couple hours earlier!!!! I was also at 3-4 so I was well on my way!!
We went up to L&D and at some point in all of this my mom Skype’d us. I’d said I didn’t have a problem with this so she called in and John sticks the phone LITERALLY about 2 inches in front of my face as I’m writhing in pain…I asked him to Please Get That Phone OUT OF MY FACE!! So he moved it about 3 inches further. I was not amused! LOL The nurse was like, “Oh this is normal, she’s progressing” but *I* thought…NO ONE WANTS A PHONE THAT CLOSE when they’re in the labor!
Anyways, to make a VERY long story short, I stalled at 6. I hadn’t had any drugs up to this point but it was decided that we needed to try Something to get me started again. We tried and tried…nothing. Nothing. Nothing. And finally – C section! Ugh. It wasn’t quite to the emergency stage yet but they said it would soon be so I agreed. Honestly, and this is coming from someone who Hates going to the doctor and cries when she gets shots…, it really wasn’t bad. I lost a lot of blood and they had to make the incision bigger because he was wedged in there weird, but at 5:27pm they pulled him out.
The year since then has been wild. It took me 10 months to put him into his own room…which meant it was 10 months before he started sleeping! If we have another, I’ll put that one in their own room sooner as we were all happier after that. Sleeping was really the only issue we’ve had though. Sebastian is a wonderful, smart, funny, sweet, adventurous little boy and I wouldn’t have him any other way. My heart grew two sizes once he was placed in my arms and I’m so glad he’s here and that he’s ours. I love watching him grow and learn but at the same time…it’s bittersweet. Since it took 6 years to get him…I may never have another. So each new thing he does, each pound he gains, he’s getting further and further from being a Baby to being his own little person with his Own Ideas about what he wants to do. And there I sit saying, “Sebastian…can Mommy have a hug??” Lol Oh Sebastian Jacob…how I love you!!
May 2012…upside down…oops
October 2012 (suchhhh a HOT day!!)