So, I have been wanting to post the birth story since baby Jackson came along, but man alive have I been busy. I LOVE LOVE LOVE being a mom and can not believe how rewarding it is. Seriously Jackson is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I hope and pray that everyone can enjoy being a mother as much as I am right now.
Anyways, so I have been typing up the birth story now for a week or so and it is already 4.5 pages, size 11 font, single spaced. Details. Detail. Details. I seriously want to remember everything about everything! I know that it is probably over the top, and Andrew thinks that no one will want to read it, but he has no idea what goes on on these blogs. Ha Ha! I am goingto post half now and half later cause it seriously is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO long!
Enjoy Part 1 of Jackson's Birth...
I feel like the “birth story” really started a few days before the actual birth of baby Jackson. I feel like there were a few things that needed to be done and put in place before he came into our lives. On Saturday, September 18 I threw a bridal shower with Cassidy Fitt for Becca Lesher down in Sandy. I was really happy that I was able to do that for her and even happier that Andrew was able to go down with me because at our Dr. appointment earlier that week Dr. Horsley stripped my membranes so I really didn’t want Andrew more than 5 minutes away from me at all! The shower went great, I got to see all my friends and nothing went wrong. After the shower we were planning on going home to Logan because I wanted to stay close to Dr. Horsley in case something happened. As we were saying goodbye to my family I was giving my dad a hug goodbye and said, “Love Ya- this is probably the last time I’ll see you pregnant!” Then it hit me that I remembered that I really wanted Andrew and my dad to give me a blessing before I had the baby and I knew that this would probably be the last time we were all going to be together before the baby would come. I immediately started crying because I felt the Spirit so strong. Andrew and my dad seriously gave me the best blessing. I really felt so comforted after and like everything really was going to be just perfect.
That night I started having contractions every 5 minutes apart. At our prenatal classes they said to come to the hospital when your contractions were regularly 5 minutes apart or closer. So, after an hour of contractions I started crying and freaking out. I was just crying because of the emotions of it all and being so excited and just overwhelmed. I called my sister Emily to come over and help Andrew calm me down and to most importantly, curl my hair. The whole time I was pregnant we joked that she was going to have to hurry and curl my hair as soon as I went into labor so that I would look fabulous in all of the millions of pictures we were going to be taking. So, she comes over around 1:00 AM and sat with me and Andrew while I was uncontrollably shaking and having my contractions. Then we started doing my hair and as soon as we were about half way done my contractions stopped. So, nothing exciting happened after that, I went to bed looking fabulous and Emily went home. I had the worst night sleep EVER because I was so freaked out that the contractions would come back or that my water would break and I would just sleep through it. All night I tried to keep myself awake, but nothing happened.
Then, Sunday morning I got up and no way was I going to church- I felt like it would have been way too much so I just stayed home and made Andrew stay home with me. Then, again that Sunday night contractions every 5 minutes came back. I was so annoyed with them because the same thing happened- after about an hour and a half of them they just stopped. I was so mad because I really wanted the baby to be born on a “teen” date- like 17, 18 or 19. So, I started crying because the baby was going to have a “twenty” birthday and I was so mad he’d have a stupid birthday. I know that it seriously doesn’t matter, but it really does to me. Andrew was trying to be so sweet to me while I was crying, but I know he secretly thought that I was absolutely nuts.
On Monday, September 20 I really didn’t have anything going on. I cleaned my house a little bit and didn’t do much. A few days ago I had a really really cool experience about the blessings of paying tithing and ever since it happened I felt like I really needed to write it down. I felt like I really needed to do it because if I didn’t I wiould forget it and after the baby would be here I would be too busy to write it down. So, I wrote in my journal and Emily brought me Old Grist Meal for lunch and we sat here together and ate until we had to go teach ballet. It is also very ironic that we ate Old Grist Meal for lunch because I said a few months ago that I wanted to eat something light like a sandwich before I had the baby because I didn’t want to get sick from something too heavy because of all of the medication that I knew I would be on.
Lately, every time that me and Emily were together I made her drive because I told her after I have the baby I was going to have to drive us everywhere because of the car seat, but I drove to ballet today because Emily’s license got suspended and now she drives like a grandma and I really hate it. She was fine with me driving as long as we could end our last class 10 minutes early and I would drop her at the Ellen Eccles Theatre so she could go to a play for her Creative Arts class. I told her that was fine. We got to ballet, I felt great, nothing was different. First class- great, maybe a few contractions. Second class- I realized that I hadn’t felt the baby for a little bit so I made Emily warm our girls up alone so that I could drink some water, eat some sugar and lay on my side to get the baby to move. As soon as I felt him moving I was fine and got up and helped her finish class. Third class, our last class was great. I was having contractions, but was too distracted to count them, time them or even worry about them. And, because what had happened the two nights before I was mad at my contractions for playing tricks on me so I didn’t care at all. Emily was teaching most of the class and I was kind of assisting so that she can be more used to it for when I go on maternity leave. I knew we were going to have leave early so I kinda let Emily just take over and I started cleaning our stuff up, putting our elastabands away, writing on our time cards and putting our poster of ballet vocab words all away so that we could leave early. At 6:15 Emily needed to go change into her real clothes so that I could drop her at her play. So, I started teaching a new grande battement combination while Emily got her clothes to go change. After teaching for about 30 second MY WATER BROKE!!! It was so weird. So, I screamed, “Emily!” , but she just kept walking cause she couldn’t hear me. I started running towards her and told my girls to hold on (like I would be coming back to class or something…) So I screamed louder, “Emily!!!” and she turned around and I was running to her and I screamed, “MY WATER BROKE!!!”
Next Up.. Jackson's Birth Story Part 2... Love Ya!
Fine, I will put just 1 picture up because HOLY FREAKING COW is Jacks the cutest or what!!!
This was after bath time on Sunday, September 26...