As I am sitting here folding my laundry, a new movie has come on the T.V. Another movie where the ending is basically all about the birth of the couple's first baby, and it quickly brings me back to when I had Haley. And I realized that I have never shared anything about Punkin before the days of starting this blog. So over time, I will slowly share the moments of when Punkin was an itty, bitty Punkin. And it only makes sense to start with the day she was born (leaving out certain details, of course)...
Let me just start by saying that through my whole pregnancy, I was TERRIFIED of giving birth! You hear about all of this '"stuff" happening when having a vaginal delivery, and I was definitely not looking forward to any of it. So much so that I had already convinced myself that I just wanted to have a c-section, and even talked about it with my doctor and convinced her to give me one. Everyone I know has had one so I figured it couldn't be that bad. And I also figured that everything would stay in good form down below, while also avoiding certain awkward moments in the delivery room. However, I also know that having a c-section is major surgery and why put myself (and the baby) through that if I didn't have to? It was a hard decision. Of course, it didn't help that I was watching every baby show known to man. I'm talking, watching women in labor and deliveries ALL day long! And I was googling every little thing I saw and heard. I felt so confident of how everything happens and what to do, that I probably could have delivered a few babies myself at that point! I was completely obsessed. It got to the point where Jeremy felt the need to block TLC and The Discovery Channel from our television (which of course did not last long!).
So, for most of my pregnancy, my due date had always been April 9, 2009. I know that it is extremely rare that a child is born on their actual due date, however, I was happy that my due date wasn't fluctuating all over the place. Besides, I had really wanted her to be born on the 9th since that is also my Dad's birthday. My last month of pregnancy was definitely the longest. I worked up until I was 9 1/2 months along (with a classroom full of two-year-olds!!!) and probably would have kept going had I not been put on bed rest (that is another story that we will save for later). I had been having a perfect, normal pregnancy with no issues at all up until that point. It wasn't the extreme bed rest where I had to lie on my back very still until the baby was born. It was more like the no heavy lifting, take it easy, kind of bed rest...which I probably should have been doing anyway. I didn't find this task to be too difficult. I couldn't do much of anything, even if I wanted to. My belly looked (and felt) like I had a huge, over-sized watermelon attached to me and everything took at least 15 minutes longer to do. I was winded and tired after just walking up the stairs or trying to tie my shoes. And shaving my legs? That was a major workout just in itself! I knew my baby was going to be about 8 pounds around the time of delivery. I also knew she was going to be tall! Heck, her legs and feet had already been sticking up all through my ribcage for the last 3 months of pregnancy! So I finally talked to my doctor about being induced. I mean, what if I waited for labor to come naturally and my baby ended up being like 2 weeks overdue? I definitely did not want to be giving birth to a 10 pound baby. Especially because at that time I had decided on having a vaginal delivery. I was going to leave all my worries and fears in God's hands. If it was meant for me to have a c-section, than that's what would happen. So after talking to my doctor, we agreed on a date for the induction. It would be on the 6th of April (which was only a couple of days before my actual due date anyway), which was a Tuesday. Now let the anxiety and nervousness begin...
It was probably the first time in my life where I experienced every emotion known to man. I was nervous, anxious, excited, happy, relieved, scared...and that's just naming a few. Finally, it was time. My family decided to come out to Vegas from California for the joyous event. It was their first grandchild, after all! On both sides, actually. So saying that everyone was excited, would definitely be an understatement! My family would have only been able to stay one night since my Dad had to be at work at 5am on Thursday morning. And even though we made a lot of arrangements for the big day, mentally preparing myself was not quite so easy. That took a lot. I mean, this is my first baby we are talking about here. Even though I had worked with kids from ages one to fifteen for 7 years, I knew having my own was going to be a whole different experience. My appointment was at Noon. My parents stayed at our house til receiving the call that everything was in place, while Jeremy and I headed to his parent's house to drop off the dog. After a couple of pictures and some hugs, we headed to the hospital. While we were driving, I get a call from a staff member at the hospital. The conversation went a little something like this:
"Hi, Ms. Benson. This is
"It seems that everyone has decided to go into labor today and we have no beds available."
"I'm sorry about that."
"So what am I supposed to do? We are already on our way...do we just turn around, go home and wait for someone to call me?"