Sunday, April 1, 2012
On Thursday the doctor checked my progress and confirmed that I was 100% effaced and 1.5 cm. dilated. But he said Corbin wasn't completely dropped and estimated that we still had a week at least. I told Danno and we decided to go out on our last date as a family of two the next day. Ian was working so we decided to go to Red Lobster, walk around H&M, then go to see "The Muppets." I finished Corbin's curtains and was having some contractions but wasn't worried because I had been having random strong contractions for about a week. We embarked on our little date excited to get out and spend some time together since school/work had been hectic that week. During dinner I asked Danno to start timing my contractions because they were getting closer together. This completely freaked Ian out but we assured him we weren't in labor-just timing them just in case. Then it happened. I was pretty sure I had just peed my pants a little...or something. I told Danno and he and I brushed it off pretty non-nonchalantly after a quick trip to the restroom. We finished dinner and were on our way to the mall but I told him I felt funny and we should just go home until the movie just to rule out any worries I had. We got home and I paced back and forth trying to figure out what my lil' body was up to. I looked up a bunch of pregnancy websites, read all my books and magazines, and finally decided to call the hospital. They informed me that the only way to tell was to come in and check. Danno was ready to go-but I didn't want to be that girl. So I refused to go to the hospital until I was sure we were in labor. Standing in my bedroom, my water broke. Excitement and fear rushed through me as I screamed for Danno. We scrambled around house grabbing our go-bag, getting Yuki settled, etc. We got in the car and giggled like 5 year olds. As soon as we got on the freeway I started screaming excited/nervously and Danno thought it was a pain scream. Nope.
We got settled in our room and hooked up to all the monitors and such. By now it was 11ish at night. I was progressing along great and painfully so I opted for the epidural. Shortly after, my labor slowed way down. They gave me pitocin but that made baby's heart rate drop into the scary zone so they took me off and waited until he was stable again. A few hours later we tried pitocin again, but a lower dose. Same results. So we waited and waited...and waited until my body did its thing. I got to a 10 at about noon the next day but Dr. Terry was at a funeral and our on call Dr had 3 other women all reach a 10 within an hour of one another. Since I was the only first time momma-I was last in line. The cute nurse had me do some practice pushes but I was really good at those and they made me stop because he was almost here. I sat for about 2 hours just chillin. By the time Dr. Barton came in, I pushed for 5 minutes and my sweet little boy was here! Danno and I just stared at him amazed at his realness. We looked at each other and decided he was definitely a Corbin. This was probably one of the funnest 15 hours we have ever spent. Hands down.