So, Thursday Sept 3rd, Ben and I went to see District 9 at Eastgate Cinema. If anyone has not seen this movie, GO SEE IT! I thought it was going to be just some Alien-big-summer-blockbuster-type movie with lots of explosives (which it is). Well, the movie shocked both of us. The good kind of shock. I couldn't believe how well the movie was made, the story line...you forget it is about aliens. Just go see it.
Anyway, I was pretty stressed out after we left the theater (it's very suspenseful...almost cried like 12 times) and Ben kept laughing at me. I said on our way out, if I have this kid tonight, it's because of the aliens!
Fast forward to 3 am...I get up to use the bathroom, lay back down in bed and then get right back up, thinking I needed to go again. This time I'm running, thinking oh my god! I'm not making it to the bathroom! Then I realize, oh my god! I don't have to go to the bathroom!
BENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!
The events that took place over the next 27 hours were so much more uneventful than I had always imagined. Ben called the hospital, I hopped into the shower (don't believe him if he tells you I did my hair and makeup. I'll deny, deny, deny). I wasn't having contractions, so the hospital said I could stay home until those started or 7 am, whichever came first. We watched Anchorman, cleaned up the house (the man made me take out the recycling...while I was in labor. Just saying), packed last minute things into my "bag" (more like 5 bags filled with clothes I did not wear)...and then we got on the road...
But first we had to stop at Ben's office on the west side to grab his iPod. Since neither of us thought we would be having this baby anytime soon and least of all on our due date (seriously, the chances of going into labor on your due date are like 4%) both of us left a lot of things we would need at our respective offices. Ben had created a great music playlist for us to listen to while at the hospital and we wanted to have the iPod with us.
So, we roll into the hospital around 9 is (6 hours after my water breaking) and get all checked in and into our room...I get put on some drugs to help speed things up....we settle in for the contractions to start...
They didn't happen. At this time, it's about 2 pm, still no contractions, 11 hours after my water broke and I'm on the computer, IMing with my friends, on facebook and reading magazines.
Not at all what I imagined this to be like. So the nurses start cranking up the drugs.
Around 8 pm, it turned ugly. Contractions are not fun. At all. Not even a little bit. By this time, I had been 'in labor' for 17 hours. Yes, I know that technically the first 12 hours were not really anything since I didn't have contractions, but what is important to remember is that I COULD NOT EAT ANYTHING! So when my contractions really started kicking in, I was already 17 hours in with no food for energy.
At about midnight, the nurse (my new best friend) said it was about time that I could have an epidural. I almost kissed that woman.
Well, when the doctor came back a second time and gave me a second epidural, that one totally knocked me out. I took a little nap and around 3 am (count that....24 hours after water breaking) and long story short....after quite a few Elvis songs on the iPod, one hour of pushing....Hazel showed up!
The first thing I did was order breakfast! Okay, kidding, but it was ordered about an hour after she was born. I was hungry!
It was the coolest thing I have ever experienced...also the hardest, longest and most painful (even with the epidural!) thing I've experienced.
But it's so true what everyone says...it's so worth it and you forget all about it. You just don't care.
Yes people, I've been sprinkled with that magic fairy dust that all new moms seem to get hit with. The type of magical fairy dust that makes you forget all the aches and pains about being pregnant and giving birth and respond to people's questions of "how bad was it?" with "It wasn't that bad".
It really wasn't.
Although, I am very happy that I did check over Ben's playlist before we left for the hospital...He had it set to play "Final Countdown" right before she was born. That would not have been pretty.
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