Luke's Birth Story

With Logan's arrival in 70 days (who's counting riiight?) I can't bare the thought that only one of my babies will have his birth story shared with the blog world. So without further ado.....

Two days before the big arrival!

Wednesday December 10, 2008

I headed to St. Anthony's for my 39 week check up. My doctor said everything was looking good but he would like me to go on bed rest until Monday. He also said that if I didn't go into labor over the weekend he would induce me on my actual due date the 18th. Ok, no biggie! Bed rest..have the baby on the 18th. I got this. Wrong....

Immediately after leaving the doctor's office I felt "funny". But it being a couple weeks before Christmas..I decided to meet two of my friends at the mall for some last minute Christmas shopping. At the mall I noticed that I was walking a little slower than both of my pregnant friends. Hmmmm... As the shopping trip went on I was walking slower and slower and sllllloooower. I wasn't necessarily in pain. Just feeling a little funny and rather uncomfortable. Then came the bathroom trip. Which was taking a little longer than usual. One of my friends came in & asked if I was having the baby?! Not quite...the mucous plug was defintely a goner. Uh oh...

I decided my shopping trip was over so we headed over to the Macaroni Grill for dinner. Ahhh yes, at 39 weeks pregnant that place is heaven on earth! I ordered two meals. And ate maybe two bites. Uncomfortable wasn't the correct word to describe the agony I was feeling at that point. It was time to go home. BUT I just had to stop by Wal-Mart for a couple last minute things & dog food. Yes. A 20 pound bag of dog food. I hurried through the store & loaded the car up. When I got in the drivers seat the tears started rolling. I literally thought I wasn't going to be able to drive home. I wasn't feeling too hot & I was sooooo exhausted. So I decided to take a little nap in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Eh, why not?

When I finally made it home I calmly told Travis that I "might" be in labor. Ya know what he said? Ohhh you'll be fine, just go to bed. Know what that's called? DENIAL. haha. What to do when you have no freakin clue what to do: call your mama! She told me that if they were real contractions there is no way I would be able to sleep through them. So try to get some sleep & we shall see what happens.

I got off the phone with her around 8:30ish & woke up at midnight with those "contraction thingies" she said I wouldn't be able to sleep through. I sat on the couch & started the timing. 7 minutes apart, then 6, then 5. Hmmmm. Ok. Called my mom back. She said to call my doctor. Called the doctor. He told me to get my booty to the hospital. After all it is a 45 minute drive. Called my mom back & told her what the doctor had said. She said she would be right over. THEN decided to wake up Travis who thought I was bluffing the whole time. He was still in denial. I had asked my mom if I had time to get a shower? She said sure. HA! Well that didn't go over so well. I had a contraction almost as soon as I got in there. And I fell. Well, half fell. Luckily Travis was brushing his teeth & caught both me & the shower curtain. So out of the shower I went. Hair half wet, half dry. LOVELY! Well...if I couldn't have a shower before I had this baby at least I could put on some make-up. HA! Yeah, that didn't happen either. Half way through putting my eyeliner on I had another contraction & gave up. (I envy you women who have scheduled c-sections or are induced. You have time to beautify yourselves & shave! lol)

When my mom got to the house I heard Trav ask her "Well, what do you think" and her response was "I think we need to get her to the hospital" Well hot diggity dog, you would of thought some lit his britches on fire. He was ready to roll. Sheer panic. (I guess he believes me NOW?!?) He grabbed the bags & was out the door. Yes. Without ME! The important one in this situation. So when I finally made it to the car, he was off. By this time it was 3:00 a.m. Luckily there was no traffic because I don't think he would of stopped for a little old lady crossing the street. 100 the whole way there. Never stopped at a stop light. And yes...even had the flashers on. Completely unecessary. What a dork lol. We passed two cops, which neither one bothered us. I guess they knew it was an emergency. And it was becoming an emergency. My contractions were 2 minutes apart by then & every single bump and turn was pure agony. I hate you Route 3. Absolutely despise you.

(Let me inform you that I do not have much experience with hospitals, ER sure, hospitals no. AND remember that I was in the worst pain of my life) We pull up to St. Anthony's by 3:30 a.m. Trav pulls up to the ER. I yell at him and tell him to go park, I'd be fine to walk. I start walking to the main hospital entrance where Trav informs me that the hospital is locked at night. I proceed to scream at him that this wasn't an emergency & that he's an idiot. Sure enough. FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE, he was right. Hospitals DO lock their doors at night and you HAVE to go in through the ER. And after all, being in active labor IS an emergency. My bad. So of course the ER entrance is all the way across the parking lot. Trav was running. I was waddling very slowly in severe pain. Uh, hello you can't have the baby without me. Goshhhhhhh.

I finally made it to the ER, they wheeled me up to labor & delivery, I gave them my information (in between contractions of course) and that's when the nurse asked Travis who had not said one single word the entire time. "Sooooo are you the father or the driver?" Bahaha, the poor kid was scared shitless. And if I wasn't in so much pain I would of laughed.

I got all hooked up & sure enough my contractions were coming every minute or two and I was dilated to a 5. Easy peasy. I waited as long as I possibly could to get the epidural. Once the nurse gave me my final warning "last chance" I took it! Ahhh, instant relief. And thank goodness because my water broke a couple mintues afterwards. That is when the nurse informed me that after your water breaks your contractions intensify even more. How in the heck do they get worse than that?! Jeeze louise! Before I knew it the nurse told me that it was time to push. Shhhwhat?! I'm not ready...I'm not ready...He can stay in there a little longer...I don't know if I can do this...

I never took the lamaze classes (Travis: OMG Sarah how did anyone ever have a baby without taking lamaze classes??) At that moment I really really wish I did because I don't care how many Baby Stories I watched nothing prepared me for the real thing. The leg straps came up & it was time to PUSH!!!!!

I glanced at the clock at 7:30ish a.m. when I started to push. After one or two tries, I got a hold of the whole pushing, breathing, counting deal. Ok. I can do this! I had Travis on one side and my mom on the other side coaching while Matt stood over my shoulder video taping. After awhile, I looked at my mom & told her "I just can't do it anymore, I am soooo tired" She reassured me I could. That's when Trav said "Sarah he has sooo much hair, he's right there! I see him!!!" Omgosh, I just wanted to meet my baby!!! I pushed and pushed and pushed. It was almost time. I never yelled or even squeezed Trav's hand til it broke. I just looked at him and told him over and over again that I loved him. He reassured me that he loved me and that I could do this. Then he was here!!!!!

Luke Matthew Roscow arrived at 8:02 a.m. on Thursday December 11, 2008. 6 pounds 10 ounces 20 inches long. 10 fingers, 10 toes.  He never made a peep. They gave him to me right away, while Trav cut the umbilical cord. I looked into his eyes and could not stop crying. The person I had been waiting my entire life to meet was right there staring back at me. He was perfect. My heart from that point on has been outside my body. It will forever be his.

Sweet precious baby boy!!!

Love at first sight!

Ahh, I fell in love with him

all over again when I saw this <3

My little ET baby :)

So, now I feel better that Luke's Birth Story has been shared with my blogger community. With two kids I need to be fair, right! I have a feeling this labor & delivery will go much smoother than our first attempt at it. I will have my bags packed. I will know what real contractions are. I will not wait until the very last minute to rush to the hospital. I will know which door to go in. My husband will hopefully be much more calm...