B's birth story!

Preface: I was due on the 27th of November. Afton's birthday happens to be the 25th. I really hope and prayed he would come much sooner and their birthdays wouldn't be super close or on the same day. The week before my due date I went into my doctor for my check and set an induction date of Sunday the 23rd. Cam and I went back and forth on what to do, let it happen naturally or create the spacing? I think it is by far a very personal choice and definitely a viable option for some.

I will say, that is was nice knowing what day I was going into labor. I was able to make arrangements for Afton, get my house ready for when we come home, and make sure some of those last minute items were off my list.

Going into the hospital felt really odd to me. Last time, I was in so much pain walking in, trying to control my breathing, hurting every step of the way. I remember seeing a happy-go-lucky couple arriving to the hospital the same time we were and thinking “Why is she so happy? This hurts."

We turned into that couple. Clearly I wasn't in any pain as they had me sign paperwork or sit in the lobby. Yet, the nurses were all congratulating me on meeting my new addition today.  It seemed so surreal that today was the day, mainly because my body wasn't showing me it was. 

We arrived at 7am and by the time I have my IV in me it is a little after 8am. It had been a couple hours and no real change had occurred. The doctor decides to go a head and call for the resident doctor to break my water. For some reason, he is tied up and can't come. My doctor comes in to break my water at 11:30.  My pain level jumps from a three to and eight in seconds, maybe a minute. I ask the nurse for a pain killer that isn't the epidural. I get that. I'm still in a lot of pain, and the people that give the sacrament arrive and do their thing... I'm trying really hard to not freak out and show them how bad I'm hurting. At the same time, I get this feeling of peace and know God is with me. 

 They quickly leave. 

As soon as they leave I call for the anesthesiologist. 

He comes, and is having me fill out paper work and going through his spill. I'm so short in my responses and just want to murder him. I think he's totally not funny as he tries to crack a joke. Cam is so embarrassed at this point by how harsh and short I'm being, and I truly didn't care. I was just grateful I wasn't yelling at them or saying any of the naughty words that came to mind. 

They sit me up to put a needle in me, and I yell “I need to push!" This overwhelming urge comes and that's all I can think about is pushing. They want me to lay down, but I can't move.  There must be a break in the contractions, still in lots of pain, I tell cam to hurry and lay me down. The nurse checks, more like looks, and sure enough baby boy is coming. 

My doctor happened to be right outside my door still. He hears the yell and comes running in, followed by a whirl wind of people. Two pushes and lots of pain, little man is out! He was born at 11:58am.

Bridger Cameron Palmer 7lbs 8oz, 20 inches with a head full of hair. 

How sweet is he? After delivery, I had this  moment that I couldn't move, but just cry with relief. Once clean, I got to hold my sweet boy and have been snuggling and loving on him ever since. 

Welcome to the world Bridger, you make an amazing addition to our family. 

Mommy, Daddy, and big sister, love you very much.