Birth Story

I'll be honest. I don't really have a cool birth story this time around. I had known for a long time that I was having a baby on the third of April. I chose the date. Four times three equals twelve. It might sound dumb but I have the hardest time with Joe's birthday so I wanted to make sure that if I got to choose a date that I would choose one that would be easy. :) Not to mention I just don't like the sounds of April 2.

We had to be at the hospital at 5:30. Joe was planning on getting up around 4:30 so he could shower and be ready for the big day. I had showered and done my hair the night before so I was planning on getting up at 5:00 just to be on the safe side. I didn't want to feel rushed. Well, for some reason we either didn't hear the alarm or it didn't go off. We woke up at 5:17. We scrambled around the house and did make it on time.

Once we got there I got my gown on. Then they put me on the little monitor things for ten minutes to make sure baby was fine and dandy. Then I got my IV. Can I just tell you how much I hate the IV in my hand. Not even kidding that it hurt wayyy worse than the spinal block I got. Once the IV was in the anesthesia guy came and talked to us about the block and gave me Claritin so I wouldn't itch like crazy after the surgery. Then Joe got his scrubs on and they hauled us to the operating room. Once in there I got the block and then my catheter. Dr. Curtis came and talked to us for a bit and we all just chatted since we were waiting for the second doctor to get there. Apparently he had alarm clock issues too.

At 7:16 the first cut was made. Then it was all business after that. Baby arrived at 7:26 a.m. with a few little squeals and cries. They sewed me up and wheeled me into recovery. I nursed baby Brock and then I was on my way to my room.

Easy Peasy. The difficult part was still to come... adjusting to two kids.