My husband and I had been married for almost a year when we had discussed having kids. We never officially decided yay or nay but we agreed kids were definitely in our future......four months later I was pregnant.
It was hard to tell my husband because we never really said "Yes, Lets have a baby" and we didn't really actively try to get pregnant, it just happened. I was having a really stressful month at work and never really realized that I had missed my period and I was cramping a lot but nothing was happening. I remember thinking back that it had been a while and I ran to grab my calendar, I counted back weeks and realized it had been 5 weeks. Feeling nervous I waited until the end of work (longest 4 hours of my life) and headed to the pharmacy for the tests. That same night I took three tests and they all lit up like a Christmas tree. I was shocked! After waiting two whole days I finally told him that I was pregnant and he didn't say a word....he was completely silent while I am balling my eyes out waiting, waiting for jumping jacks, yelling, a hooray, a burp....I got nothing. I finally told him to talk because I was freaking out and he simply asked when the confirmation appointment is with our OB. It took him about an hour to recover and he still hasn't gotten used the idea of being a dad.
When it came time to tell my family we decided to wait for our weekly Sunday dinner. We all sat at the dinner table and waited until dessert when we said we had something to say. My youngest brother being the Joker that he is said "you're pregnant" I looked at him shocked and said yes! He felt stupid but they all had a better reaction than my husbands reaction.
All through my pregnancy I had really bad issues with blood pressure, I craved nothing but fruit, hated meats, and I am the reason that Tums is still on the market. I couldn't sleep lying down because of the acid reflux, I literally sat straight up in bed sleeping for the last trimester. My swelling got so bad that all my weight gain was from fluid and I have stretch marks in the strangest places to prove it. I remember my husband had to put my socks on because I was so swollen I couldn't bend over and he literally hammered my clogs on my feet with his fists everyday so I could go to work. As I got closer to my due date our OB decided to put me on bed rest (not fun at all) until the baby came because my blood pressure had spiked so high that I was admitted in to the hospital for 24 hour monitoring.
Gabe decided he did not want to come on his due date, In fact he wanted to stay incubated an extra two weeks. I was not dilating and my OB called my Cervix unfavorable (that jerk). I was so desperate to get him out that after sitting around for 3 weeks I was restless. I turned on Pandora, cranked it so high our dishes were rattling and boogied my big butt around the living room and dining room for 30 solid minutes. It. Was. Fabulous!! 12 hours later I was in labor.....FINALLY!
The contractions started slow and were painful. I got up at 2:30 in the morning and sat on the couch just trying to relax and wait for them to get stronger. I woke my husband up and told him I was in labor but he could go in to work and I would call him when it's time to go or he could stay home. His eyes got huge and he said he would go in to work for half a day then come home. I called him around his lunch time and told him to come home and get me to take me to our OB because it was just getting worse. When we got to the OB they checked me and I hadn't dilated a bit....man was I mad! They sent me on to the hospital anyway because my BP was so bad I could barely pee and there were signs or Preeclampsia.
Finally the Dr. comes in, the nurse explains what's been going on and he feels the need to give me an additional boost of the epidural and for me to take it seriously (because apparently I wasn't for the last four hours??) The Dr. told me we were getting this baby out soon because he was hungry and wanted to eat lunch and the nurses kept telling me to hurry up because they needed to room for other birthing moms (because I totally wanted to take my time and I was in no rush to get the baby out) After thirty minutes of pushing the Dr. asked me if I would like some help and I agreed willingly, He got out the vacuum and after three attempts (Gabe's head of hair kept making it pop off, not comfortable by the way) Gabe's head was fianally delivered and I was able to push the rest of him out.
Gabe four days old
After Gabe was born we found out that he had fluid in his lungs because of the labor and that he was struggling to breathe. He was under an oxygen tent for 3 days before we were able to hold and feed him. I was discharged from the hospital without him and that was the hardest thing I had ever had to do as a mom at that time. Gabe's oxygen levels finally came back to normal outside of the oxygen tent, he spent an additional week in the hospital with me by his side while we was given antibiotics for possible pneumonia.
As our first kid he came into this world unstoppable. This kid has the biggest personality and the most contagious laugh. He is my light and I love him. He acts just like his dad and looks so much like his dad it scares me. I love him and can't imagine how we felt so complete and happy without him.
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