And then there was 5…
I started writing this 2 years ago, but have since forgotten about it… so here it is now… 2 years later.
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Well, another successful birth is under my belt. I was at my Bunko group (a bunch of women that get together and play this retarded dice game. Everyone goes home with some sort of prize at the end of the night. I go cuz I need to get out and conversation is good.) It was July 18 and I was complaining cuz I was STILL prego and I was due July 17. I was contemplating taking castor oil and was asking everyone about their experience. Ya, I never ever want to take that vile stuff.
Thankfully around 10:30pm I began to feel a little ‘contractory’ as I like to call it. I got home and 11:00pm. Sure enough, my contractions started to come every 7 minutes for 10 - 15 seconds long. Whoo hoo! I was excited. This was the baby I was ACTUALLY ready for. My bags were packed, the babies bags, and everything was ready a week ago already. I’ve been getting quite annoyed that the baby had not arrived yet and finally the time was upon us. I was thrilled. I was so sick of being prego. I was a byatch the last 2 weeks. I was so uncomfortable and so big. It was terrible. I really hate being prego… I’m glad this is the last time I have to go through it.
I tried to sleep but by midnight they were 5 minutes apart 45 seconds long. So we called Christina, but she sent James. So we sent him home and called Ryan’s dad. I wanted someone to sleep upstairs so they could hear if the kids woke up at night, which lately they have been doing.
I got to the hospital around 1:30am. I met the midwives there and they checked to see how far along I was… only 4cm! What! I thought it would be more than that. So they made me stand and walk around for a bit. Within an hour I was 6 cm and ready to go in the tub.
I love the tub. The water feels so good. If my back hurts, I just lift myself up and float in the tub. It was so wonderful. I love giving birth in the tub. For some reason it seemed to take FOREVER to get to the pushing stage. I was talking, laughing and joking around with my midwives until the heavy pushing stage came. Then the contractions were happening too fast to be able to talk and I concentrated on pushing this baby out. Finally at 4:05 I began to push. 10 min later I had the baby.
Now I didn’t know what sex the baby was and I was really praying and hoping for a girl because my boys are CRAZY! The midwives check and said, “You have a beautiful baby boy!”
“OH CRAP!” I screamed. “I don’t want a boy! I want a girl. A nice calm girl!”
They put the baby in my arms and I pleaded with the baby, “please, please don’t be crazy like your brothers, please have the personality of your oldest sister. Please!”
Another baby boy. *sigh* I started to tear up and cry. Not from happiness, but from being overwhelmed. If he’s like the other 2 boys I’d have my hands full again.
“I’m so glad you’re fixed!” I growled at Ryan. “I never want to be pregnant again! I’m done.”
For the first time I actually wanted to stay in the hospital and just sleep. I was exhausted. I had been up all day and all night.
Our baby boy is 8 lbs 3 onz. and is 21 inches long. He was born at 4:19am.
After the baby and I were looked after, I didn’t tear at all… whoo hoo. I’m a pro by now. They sent me home. I was so tired. I did want to go out for breakfast though, but Ryan was being all stupid and didn’t want to go out for breakfast. We went through the McDonalds drive through, but I hate McDonalds and only had an oj. I was starving, but nothing on their menu tastes good. It’s all crap. I’d rather starve.
So we get home and Ryan’s dad looks at me and says, “Oh, you didn’t have the baby?”
“It’s in the car seat, I know I’m still fat, but I just gave birth 3 hours ago. I’m still skinnier than you.” I growled as I walked past and went upstairs to my bed. What a jackass, seriously. Who says that? I’m so sick of his stupid jokes and his retarded sense of humor.
I was so tired. Thankfully, friends came and got the 4 other kids so we just slept all day long with the baby. We didn’t know what to name him. I really wanted to name him Jacob, but Ryan didn’t like the name. It took us a week to name the baby. We argued back and forth and finally Ryan won. Ryan named him Luke Paul. I don’t like the name Luke. Paul is one of my dad’s middle names so I don’t mind that, but I’m not thrilled with Luke. I’m still hung up on Jacob. I love the name Jacob or Jack. Ah well…
3 days later we went to Ryan’s best friend’s wedding. I just took a bunch of tylenol and we were off for the weekend. It was so nice to get away. After the wedding, a week later we went camping for our family reunion.
Everyone thinks I’m just crazy cuz I’m up and around so quickly after a baby, but I figure that the baby now has to adjust to our schedule. He’s number 5, he’s gotta know his place and just roll with it. I’m not a first time mom either so I don’t need to be in bed all day with a newborn. I’m nursing the baby and cooking dinner and usually multi-tasking… You have to.