My 30th Birthday

I was not excited about turning 30, not b/c of the number but b/c I was 9 months pregnant. I couldn't have a drink, couldn't sleep thru the night, and couldn't walk more than a couple blocks without waddling.

I took Monday February 2nd off from work. The Super Bowl was Sunday night and we were at Brocks house later than I would've like to have been playing Rock Band. I woke up at 4 am with bad back pain, which wasn't too out of the ordinary. I went to my mom's that morning and then met Cindy for lunch and pedicures. During this time I was having contractions but I tried to dismiss them and didn't mention them to anyone....I wasn't due for 2 weeks and I knew that I wouldn't have her early! hahaha

I went home and started cleaning, guess that nesting finally hit. When Steve got home from work I told him I thought I was having contractions, he casually dismissed it thinking they were Braxton Hicks. I had a very normal, boring pregnancy so I was kinda getting nervous about these pains!....Steve went and got us Perkins for dinner, yeah I know...typical 30th birthday dinner huh? The contractions came and went with no regularity.

I woke up at 2 am in pain. I went to the couch and starting timing the contractions and they hurt like hell. They started at 8 minutes apart and would get be as close as 5 minutes. Finally at 3:30 I woke Steve up. If I was going to be in this much pain, he could at least be up with me. I was in tears the pain was so intense. We debated on what to do....do we wait and see what the contractions do? do we go to the hospital and hope they don't send us home?...I wanted to shower and clean....but there wasn't time. I could hardly stand when a contraction hit.



wow this is getting long.....so at 5:30 we checked into the hospital and I was 1/2 centimeter dialated...1/2 centimeter!!!??? I got into the whirlpool tub in hopes to relax me and get me to dialate further. I was in there till 7:30 and was finally 2 centimeters. At 8:00 they broke my water and at 9 heaven had arrived......I got my epidural!

The day went slow, dialating about 1 centimeter an hour. My family got to the hospital about 10:30, even though we told them we could be there all day. They gave me sugar water to get the baby moving since I hadn't had anything to eat since 6 pm the night before. I was starving and tired. FINALLY....about 6 pm on February 3rd, we started pushing and she was here at 6:23 pm. She was crying and perfect at 5 lbs 12 oz.
I finally got to my recovery room about 8:30 and finally got to see my family. They were so happy and probably tired after spending 10 hours in the waiting room. I was starving but had no appetite and just wanted to sleep....now I realize that sleep is something I might not get for a while!

Anyway there's the story of how little Presley Grace came into our lives!