I’m over a week late in posting this, but things have been more than a little crazy. In an effort to keep us on our toes, our little Peanut decided she was not going to do things according to plan, and she made her appearance a day earlier than expected.
On Sunday, August 3rd, I started having light contractions in the morning. While we were at church I started timing them, and they were approximately 5 minutes apart. I also had somewhat of a feeling that she had possibly turned back to head-down. We called the doctor, and she said to go in to Labor & Delivery and they would check the position. I was really hoping they would say she’d flipped and that I was in early labor and I would get to go home and wait for things to progress. Sadly, the ultrasound showed that Peanut was still breech. We headed home and planned to go back in on Tuesday morning for the scheduled c-section.
Throughout the day on Sunday the contractions started getting stronger and longer, and I just kept thinking to myself, “Well, this is going to suck to go through this until Tuesday morning.” That night Jim said he wanted to get to work early on Monday since it would be his last day before taking his 2 weeks of paternity leave. I suggested he sleep in the guest room so I wouldn’t keep him awake while I was having contractions. Let’s just say that the two of us were definitely in denial. After all, we had a plan. The c-section was scheduled for Tuesday morning, and the baby couldn’t possibly be born before that.
I started timing contractions around midnight, and they were between 4-6 minutes apart and over one minute long each. Jim came in at 2 AM to see how I was doing, and I sent him back to bed telling him everything was fine. Around 3 AM he came back, and I told him I didn’t think I could take it anymore, and that maybe we should call the doctor. He said, “Why don’t we wait just a little longer?” Two minutes later my water broke. We called the doctor and she said to come in to the hospital.
At that point, we probably looked like one of those crazy couples in the movies who are freaking out, running around like crazy people trying to get to the hospital. We got there around 4 AM and I started begging for drugs instantly; I was having back labor and it was a million times more painful than I ever imagined. (Since we weren’t going to get to do the natural birth we originally planned on, I may as well take advantage of what they had to offer, right?) They got me ready for surgery and at 5:20 AM on Monday, August 4th, Elyse Ramona Adams was born. She was 7 pounds 12 ounces and 20 inches long.
We were discharged from the hospital on Friday, and have spent the last few days adjusting to life with a new person in charge.
7 pounds 11.8 ounces: