First Time

A few days ago, I had a friend tell me I should start a blog, wondering what I should write about I simply asked her... "And what would I write about?" At this point she told me I should write about being a first time mom, and so that is what I have set out to do. I will write about all the cute, silly, funny little things he does, and all the dumb, stupid things his momma does... Hopefully in all of my writings I will not bore you...


So for my first blog I would like to begin to tell you about my pregnancy with this little miracle. I conceived him in August, at this time I had been married for 7 months... Probably a little to soon to get pregnant, but we "thought" we were ready, I can see now that more thought should have been placed into that idea. Although I had a fairly easy pregnancy, compared to most it still had its ups and downs. Near my last few weeks it is easy to say I was not a happy camper, being uncomfortable, and in pain almost every day and night was no where near fun. My doctor had set an inducement date, it was going to be the week he was due. However my little man had different plans for his mommy. Four days before I found my self in labor and delivery, my contractions started. Fairly mild I didn't think anything of it. But as the hours and days progressed the contractions began to grow stronger and a bit longer. For about two days they were pretty consistent at 5 min apart. Mind you I called labor and delivery three times and was told they needed to be at least 1-2 minutes apart, and to take some tylenol and rest Hmmmmmmmmmmm. So I did not go into the hospital, I did not want to be confined to a bed nor did I want to be sent home due to a false alarm. So I waited, finally at 3 am Monday morning my contractions had just enough pain to make me cry, so I told my wonderful loving hubby I needed to go to the hospital, when I got there I was checked and told I was at 9 1/2 centimeters. I was so excited until the nurse asked me why I was happy, cause it was to late for an epi... That made me a little more nervous, although the nurses were so sweet and quite reassuring they told me if I made it this far the rest would be a breeze. The doctor made it into the room and I was given pitocin I have no clue why I needed that since I was at 9 1/2 centimeters, but I'm not the doctor... That is when the contractions got completely unbearable, I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, I had NO pain killer in my system. While the doctor was in the room he told me I would have to have an emergency C-section... I was a little bummed to have come as far as I did and have to have my baby taken that way, but I was so happy it was going to be over and I would have some meds in my system. It turns out that my baby boy had his foot tangled in the umbilical cord and every time I had a contraction his heart rate would drop... All I can say is THANK GOD FOR DOCTORS! There were two downsides to me having a C-Section, I don't remember having my baby at all because of all the meds that were in my system, and the recovery killed me. That, and only that is the reason why having another baby scares me... I hated the pain of the recovery, not being able to hold my baby close, and not being able to affectively nurse him. I believe this is because I am such a petite girl that it hurt so bad to nurse and such. I went home, got healed up and now we are a year down the road, and this has been the best year in my whole life, nothing tops this. My baby boy is my everything, I have truly been blessed with my little Ry!