Price's Birth!

This is going to be a long post, because the story of Price's birth is crazy, and kind of long!  If you prefer to not read the story, you can just scroll down to the pictures :)

On December 29 I went to my friend Joni's to see her.  She was due January 13, and I was due January 15.  We were still a few weeks away from our due dates, but we visited that day and then we went on a walk outside because it was so nice outside.  When I got home that night, my back started hurting pretty bad.  I'm not sure if the walk set things in motion, but it seems to be something important that I should mention.

I woke up at 2:30 that night with contractions that felt different than Braxton-Hicks.  I started timing them because they just felt different, and they were anywhere from 8-15 minutes apart, but weren't very strong.  They were just a little uncomfortable.  I woke up Mark to tell him about them, but he just said "You're ok" and went back to bed (he is probably not happy that I shared that with you because it makes him look bad, but I was 2 1/2 weeks before my due date and it was in the middle of the night, so I guess I can't blame him too much!)  I was able to fall asleep around 6:00 and I woke up at 8:30 and felt fine, so I thought I was just having Braxton-Hicks in the middle of the night.

I got up and got moving, ran some errands, and went to the clinic.  While at the clinic I started having contractions again.  They weren't very strong, but the girls at the clinic thought I should call the doctor.  I finally gave in and called triage around noon, but the nurse told me that my contractions weren't regular and that I should time them for the next two hours. 

Well, I timed them for 2 1/2 hours, and they were anywhere from 5-12 minutes apart.  I called again around 3:00 and told the nurse about my latest contractions, and she told me that she thought I just needed to drink more water, and instructed me to drink 32 ounces of water and see if they spaced out.  Meanwhile, I had called Judy because Boyd wanted me to hold him and carry him and I was pretty uncomfortable.  I just wanted her to watch Boyd for me so I could relax.  By the time she got to my house, I had already drank one cup of water.  I started in on a second cup, and realized that my contractions were getting closer together, and they became consistently 4 minutes apart. 

The contractions were getting stronger and closer together, so I called Mark and asked him to come home from work so we could go to the hospital.  I was still in denial that I was in labor, and I think Mark was in denial, too, but we wanted the peace of mind that we weren't in labor, so we decided to just head to the hospital, thinking they would just send us home.  Mark got home at 4:30 and we packed some bags, and headed out around 4:45.  On the way to the hospital the contractions started getting really strong, and I started to think maybe they were going to keep us. 

We got to the hospital at 5:15, they got us into a room and they checked me around 5:35.  She said she was going to see how far along I was, but that she was likely going to make me walk the halls for an hour or so.  We were ok with that, as long as we didn't have to be sent home.  She checked me, and immediately said "You're going to have a tax deduction."  Mark and I were shocked!!  She said I was between a 7 and an 8 (if you don't know...you have to be at a 10 before you deliver...most people know that, right?)

We were taken almost immediately to the delivery room, and thankfully my doctor was still in the hospital because he came over to deliver a baby around 5:15 and stayed when he heard we were there.  We got into the room around 5:45 and Dr. Lehnert came in shortly after.  In the middle of a contraction, I let him know that I was not a fan of his OU pullover, and his response was "I'm sorry, did I hear you say that you wanted me to break your water and not give you an epidural?"  He thinks he's funny :)

He realized I was in a lot of pain, so he checked me again, and I was at a 9 1/2.  We were waiting on my epidural, but it didn't come in time.  Dr. Lehnert had to break my water, and it wasn't long before he said we were going to start pushing.  It all happened so fast, and they came in to give me my epidural, but Dr. Lehnert told him it was too late, so he turned around and left.  I was a little nervous about not having it, but I got a local, which was Lidocane, and it was NOT a pleasant shot to get.  I think if I had to do it over again, I would have chosen to not get anything. 

I pushed through two contractions and Price was here!  I was in a lot more pain than with Boyd (because I didn't have my epidural) but it was an amazing experience.  I wouldn't trade it for anything, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.  After I delivered, the nurse from triage came in and apologized for trying to get me to stay at home when I called twice, but I told her that it was ok.  We made it and everything turned out great, so I didn't blame her.  I guess the ladies in triage were giving her a hard time :)  I told her that next time I would just know to come in sooner. Her response was "You just had a baby 10 minutes ago without an epidural and you are already talking about next time??"  All I can say is, God has blessed us with two little miracles and I will take as many more as he wants me to have :)

Long story short...I know I have already given you the long story, but that's ok...we got to the hospital at 5:15 and we had Price at 6:11!!  Mark was so great through the entire thing.  He held my hand and encouraged me and took pictures for me.  He is an amazing husband and father and I can't express how blessed I am to have him!!

Here is his info:

Price Thomas Messick

December 30, 2011

6:11 pm

7 lb 10 oz

20 1/2 in

Ok so for the pictures...this is the first time I saw my precious little Price.

He looks so much like Boyd.  My mom said I need to label these pictures so I can tell them apart :)

Mark took this one of us...our little family (minus Boyd who was at home with Grandma and Grandpa Messick)

This one I took...

Look at my handsome husband.  What an awesome father and son!!

This is the first time Boyd saw Price.  He was very excited to meet him.

I absolutely love this picture of Boyd. The look on his face is of pure joy...

Boyd brought mommy a rose.  How precious!

Boyd giving Price hugs.  He gives him about 324 hugs a day :)

Our family!

Our family again!  Boyd loved playing with the bed and crawled up and down several times.  He liked sitting in bed with mommy.

Uncle John and Aunt Nancy came to see Price.  It was so sweet of them!

This was taken shortly after I delivered. We both look a little tired, don't we?

 

Aunt KK would probably like me to mention that she and Jared were the first ones there to see Price :)

Aunt Lindsey, Uncle Jon, and Cousin Yates came to see us, too.

I will post more pictures later of our time at home, but these are just a few pictures from the hospital.  Both of my deliveries were so different from each other, but they were both amazing experiences.  I think we may wait a LITTLE longer before we have the third, but I wouldn't mind having one fairly soon again...well...I'll wait until both of my boys are mobile and then re-evaluate that statement :)