The doctor pulled me out of work a couple weeks earlier because of slight complications. I was super thrilled! I was home and in my 'nesting' stage. Nesting and OCD go hand in hand I must say! Room painted, baby bed up, bedding set, all baby items in place and all bets in on my delivery date. I was ready to go at any time! Except Thanksgiving Day. All I wanted was to enjoy the best meal of the year! Being that I already looked like a full blown fat ass turkey, I was more than ready to evacuate this kid AFTER dinner! So, dinner came and went, no Jacob. I had already been introduced to Mr. Hicks. Braxton Hicks, that is! For those of you who don't know who Braxton is, let me just say he's a total pain- literally! He's not the nicest experience-at all! Contractions. Little, annoying jabs in the lower back, front, everywhere! Ugh... Labor. It's exactly what it is- Labor! Now, keep in mind this is my first child so I'm an amateur at all this. All I know is what my sweet 4 foot doctor tells me! He's this kind, gentle soul who I just adored! I had to look down at him but looked up to him as a doctor! Great man! God bless him, he would be in for treat with me!
After dinner, we decided to go walking on the river walk. They say that walking will help progress the whole prego situation I had going on. Not being able to walk, I wobbled up and down the river walk in awe of the beautiful Christmas lights that were hung just a few days before. It's such a joyous feeling when your walking, so far away from the hospital, and feel your first major contraction! Oh. My. God. Not. Now. We rush home call the doctor and as luck would have it, he's out of town! Great. Gracie's gonna have to deliver this kid! Just kidding. But seriously, I had no earthly idea what to do. The nurse asked me if I had lost my 'mucus plug'. "I'm sorry, what? Outlet? What the heck are you talking about? I don't have a cold." This is entirely too much information, I know, but what ev! lol Anyway, I had my bags ready to go and a few other items like a radio, camera, and my own pillow and blanket. I was grossed out thinking I'd soon be on sheets some other lady gave birth on! No thanks! Germaphobic? Just a little. It's finally late at night and I figured I had some time to spare before, 'my life' as I knew it, was over. I thought I would get some shut eye/rest before the big event. Krista and Joe were crazy nervous. That was a comedy relief show in itself! Oh the joy of having people run around you, bumping into each other, yelling and all the while you sit there in peace saying, 'This is the life'.
It was 5am and I hardly had time to put on my mascara! Powder and lips was all I had time for! My grandparents were in town which was nice. But they were rushing me to get to the hospital! Geez, I just wanted to look decent in case I met a doctor! I'm not sure how many people went to the hospital and patiently waited for 13 hours with me, but I do know that there were a few that drove up from out of town for the occasion,,,including my darling 4 ft doctor! I check in and the nurse hands me a sheet she called a 'gown'. "Wait, these are not the fuzzy, warm pj's I had in mind". I thought, maybe, just maybe, Gracie would change the bed sheets for me, but nope! She was busy calling the entire USA informing them that I would soon be exposing myself and popping out a mini human being any minute now. Little did she know I'd be exposed for 13 hours, but no kid! I propped up onto the germ infested bed, feeling icky and nervous! I was more nervous than the day I was born! lol As time was moving on, my labor was intensifying. I thought this experience would've been a little smoother. I thought I would come in, made up, dressed up, ready to party! Wrong. I looked like death 3 hours in! The monster in the next room was screaming bloody murder, which made things even more scary for this first time amateur! With tears in my eyes I softly requested the nurse kill her and put her out of her misery... ASAP! By the way, Lamaze classes DO NOT HELP! That's a bunch of BS and a waste of dinero! Who had time to breathe when all I could think about is how badly I wanted to punch someone in the kisser??? "Can I get some drugs now? I'm totally ready!" The nurse smiles her evil little smile and says, "no hun, you have to be dilated to at least a 4". "What? What does that mean? Speak English to me, please!" She proceeds to explain that the cervix...blah, blah, blah.... "Drug me Bitch! Now!" Apparently, my voices have been around for quite a while.
Finally, '4' comes around and they can 'hook a sista up'! The needle they tried to hide from me was a foot long! I thought I was gonna die! Luckily, my 'coach' and cousin, Lillian, was there to support me and didn't mind the name calling. Bless her. Gracie on the other hand,,,,I had no idea what she was doing. Probably trying to steal items she could sell at her garage sales! IDK. They 'bend' me over forward, which was maybe an inch or so due to the mass in front of me and proceed to inject my spine with an epidural- in the middle of a contraction. This was quite pleasurable- NOT. Oh, but the after effects were amazing! My eyes glossed over, I was smiling again, playing cards, and joking with Dr. Cuellar. Wait,,, he wasn't there yet! Who was that? I also didn't mind the bed sheets anymore.
Anyway, contractions, on a scale of 1 to 10, were a generous 40. But I felt nothing. Nice. This is easy. Once Dr. Cuellar DID arrive, I was even more relaxed. "Sorry I had to ruin your Thanksgiving holiday with your family, Dr." He was a trooper and said, "I wouldn't miss this". Awwww..... I soooo luf him! It's almost time for the porn-gone-wrong show. They start bringing in the hospital crib, other staff (?) and I'm throwing out unnecessary people! Why do I want more people in there? No! "Shut the cameras off and get the hell out!" I mean business now. This wasn't exactly what I thought it was gonna be. There wasn't a pool, or room service or a hot tub or anything of what they told me in Lamaze! Liars! They just want you to believe this is the best experience any woman can go through. Note: No. It's. Not. Don't I get a massage? How about candy or roses on my bed? Nada.
"Here we go". I'm drugged, happy, but nervous, excited, but embarrassed. My little Dr. says, "Ok, Anna Marie, legs up". I heard that before lol "Put your feet up on the stir ups. Move down." This was now becoming very uncomfortable! We hadn't even gone to lunch! They bring the sheet up over my knees and now I can't even see my Dr.! "Are you there, Dr.?" I was worried he would sneak out and leave me all alone! "Yes, I'm here. Don't worry. I can see the head". OMG!!! He's really up in there! I'm sooo glad I showered! Next thing I hear is "push!" I was so tired at this point. "Can't you just reach up there and pull him out?" Finally, after forever, I hear the most precious sound in the entire world! My son's cries! Those cries would only sound so awesome for a couple hours, because then it's was, "I wannnnnnnnaaaa sleeeeeeep, stop crying! Do you need food? Again? I just fed you like 20 min ago! Are you wet? What's going on? Why won't he stop crying? Can I just stay here in the hospital? I promise I won't mind the sheets! I can't go home! I don't know what to do!"
Luckily, everything fell into place. I was a natural! Sleep deprived, but a natural! Jacob Ryan was born November 27, 1994 weighing 6lbs. 11oz. Just amazing! There was nothing like it! Every feeling of wanting to kill the nurses and the neighbors in the next room were instantly gone!
I couldn't imagine my life without my son. He has, no doubt, brought me such a fulfillment and joy that my heart was missing. He has exceeded my every expectation and more! He turned 17 on Sunday and even though I want to keep him in a bubble, I realize I have to 'let go'. Whatever, I have one more year! I changed a crap load (literally) of diapers, fed him a bazillion bottles, wiped a lot of throw up off my shoulder, kissed him a gazillion times, held him night after night, sang to him (which he didn't care for much. I still think it was his gas causing him to make those faces), bathed him daily, nursed him when he was not feeling well, stayed up at night with him when he was scared, prepared him for school, played ball with him, cooked with him, colored with him, basically did it all with my boy and enjoyed every last second of it! His baby laughs still ring in my head and I can't help but think of how much this little boy filled my heart! Unconditional love, that's what it's all about. "Happy 17th birthday Son! I love you more than you know and wish you all the luck, happiness and joy in the world!"
~love, Mom
Here are a few pics from pics! A little blurry, but cute anyway!
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| Jacob, two weeks old |
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| Jacob, 5 months old |
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| Jacob, 5 months old |
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| Jacob, 6 yrs old |
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| Jacob, 4 yrs old |
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| 17 years old! |
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