C had a fast start and has never stopped. The other 2 boys were just breaking me in for him. He is funny, as you know, harder then hell to raise and loves me dearly. And I love him devotedly! There is not a day that goes by that he has not done something funny, interesting, bad and all 3 combined! I can not imagine our life without him. He wanted for his b-day a smoker(grill), a bag of charcoal, a fold up saw, Lego Star Wars for the Wii and I also got him "Bolt". A wide assortment. The presents are wrapped and hiding in the van until tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is his day and then his party is Saturday. And I am so blessed to have this child in my life!! Happy Birthday C!!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I learned I was expecting C on the day I received the lovely "time for your yearly examine" post card from the doctor who told me since I had so much trouble getting pregnant with W that at my age, FORTY-TWO at that time, chances were I would not get pregnant again. I listened to her and kinda half-assed used birth control. Well, it only takes once and this old egg was still just waiting for those little swimmers to come around, Ho, I mean Big HO!! So, 7 years ago I awoke at 12:00am to my water breaking. I woke up big Daddy and laid in bed a while waiting for contractions. None came but an overwhelming desire to get to the hospital did! I called the doc and he said go on in. It was 1:00am March 25th 2002. We arrived at the hospital at 1:20. Big Daddy decided I could walk across the parking lot and as I got in the drive to the ER a 10 contraction, and ya'll know what I mean, hit. I doubled over and he asked me if I could at least get out of the driveway. THERE WAS NO TRAFFIC!! I would have hit him upside the head with my mega-bag if I could have stood up. I made it in, gave the receptionist my info, panted, she finally got me a wheelchair to take me to a labor room. Half way there, I pushed up on the arms of the wheelchair and told she and BD, he(the baby) was coming. They just kept talking and lolly-gagging down the hall. When the poor little student LD nurse in the labor room asked me to get on the bed I said no, I can't, the baby is coming. She ran to get a nurse. Luckily for me, a nurse that had worked for my doc when I had D & W was a LD nurse that night. She took me to delivery, stood me up, put her hand "down there" and realized C's head was out, in my britches! She told me to breathe and give her 5 mins to get a resident, I said I couldn't wait. We breathed through that contraction still standing and then she and BD got my clothes off, yes C's head was still out, and got me in a gown and on the table. She went to the other side and tried to put her gloves on and told me to bend my knees and C came shooting out like a rocket. She got him with one gloved hand. It was then 1:29am. A 9 minute delivery. I was torn from front to back all the way around. It took the intern gazing at my twat 45 mins to get it all sewn up. My nurse asked me if I wanted to keep the clothes. Now please, we know all the blood, nastiness, yucky stuff that comes with having a baby. And it was all in those pants since I decided to birth him in them. Uh NO!!! Not taking those back, garbage please!! After BD rocked C the whole time the seamstress was having his way with me, C went to the nursery and I went to my room. It was 2:30 am and Big Daddy's remark was "ya know, you're one of those women that can be at work in a field, spit that baby out and just keep working" Gee's thanks, you can go home now!! That baby was beautiful and a celebrity from day one for making such a quick entrance!