It was a Saturday night when I was waddling down to the Santaquin park to meet up with Gary. It was awkward but he was cool about the whole thing. I told him I couldn't do it, and that I didn't want to... I knew it was right for the baby so I did it, of course. The next day I was so nervous I couldn't eat. I was suppose to be to the hospital by the late afternoon and couldn't find an appetite in me... Until I got checked into the hospital, I. Was. STARVING!! So my dad went out to get me a cheese burger from McDonalds. How sweet. In the meanwhile, I got to hang out with the baby's new parents and do my last interview on them. They are the friendliest and most loving people I have ever met! Of course, I'm sure they felt just as nervous as me, knowing that if they screwed up even a little bit I could decide to not give them the baby. They were a great support though and I'm so glad they were there!
The nurse that was helping me that night must have been just finishing her shift because she was mean.... Trust me, when you're giving birth, you don't want a mean nurse!! With pillows awkwardly placed under my back and monitors strapped to my stomach, I couldn't sleep. The next morning they started the process! They put this cool balloon inside of me to help open me up. Not even two hours later my bed was wet, I thought that the balloon popped and that I had peed all over the bed and made a complete mess, but no.
My water broke. :)
You know what that means! Contractions and anesthesiologists!!
Haha, my poor anesthesiologist scared the living day-lights out of everyone! Picture this: My backside is facing him (who I thought was to be a stranger) when he says, "Man, I use to LOVE watching you cheer! They would throw you all around! And then you would do those tricks in my pool too! Man, those were the good days!" While he's shoving this gigantic needle into my spine!
Everyone else in the room and I just went silent. Our eyes all met each other's and shared the same "WTF?!" expression. Turns out he was one of my good friends dad! Haha Nothing to worry about!
No creeps running around with needles this time!
See, I was hoping that this could be a painless procedure so I wouldn't get any attachment feelings about the delivery and want to keep the baby. Back then, I was honestly thinking that I could just push him out of me and give him away without even looking at him. Not sure what I was thinking. And that's definitely not what happened! Oh, I was so naive.
But then...I felt something. And I felt it again. The nurse re-adjusted my pillows and I could only push the "HOLY HECK I'M IN PAIN" button once every half hour. I was in so much pain so I kept pressing the dang button! It was only getting worse!! I decided right then that I would just skip the needle in the spine step next time and just do it all natural! That was too much of a hassle! So we brought the big dog (the anesthesiologist) back in, everything seemed to be okay, but wait, the tube that was feeding me my delicious drugs had come unscrewed. There goes all my precious numbing meds onto the floor... Freak.
Feeling much better a few hours later, I was allowed to start pushing. In all honesty, I didn't do any of the pushing. There was my grandma (who's never had a baby) pushing my feet and making intimidating football player faces at me... I think she was pushing for me....literally. I just slept in between intervals.
Every time the nurses would leave the room I would chug down a cup or two of lemonade. They said I couldn't have any so I had to drink it while they were away! I was so tired and thirsty!!
The baby had his head almost out while the doctor was massaging me to help prevent major tearing, he said, "That a girl!!" haha I screamed, "WHAT!?!? You said it was a BOY!!!!" Obviously a little misunderstanding! We laughed and then I casually asked for one of them blue bags. Yep. I threw up... For the first time the ENTIRE PREGNANCY!! I know this is so gross but it tasted SO GOOD!!! I looked in the bag to see what was so delicious when I saw something kind of just floating there... A pickle? Hmm. So I guess that with the sugar they pump into me for energy and all the lemonade I was consuming, it came out super good. Who would've thought?
The baby finally made his way out of me and in all honesty, it felt like a wet, cooked noodle slipping through my fingers... Only a little bigger and from between my legs. He came out smiling when the nurses slapped some sense into him! He only cried for a minute and then got back to smiling. Already we knew that he was going to be a ladies man... seeing as the room was filled with us ladies! I let the mom watch this process since she couldn't have kids either and she didn't get to see her first kid's birth. It was just to help them be able to connect better. We all agreed on a name, Cole. Cole David Poole (until the papers were signed and he was theirs). He was a bright-eyed boy with very long, dark, and straight hair. Here are just a couple pics :)
Cole was born at 9:13 pm on 4/4/11 weighing just under 8 lbs.
He's adorable, really! It was such a good experience. Look out for the next few blogs, there'll be one for the two days following that. A lot happened on those days so it'll be lengthy! Then there's a one month meeting, a six month meeting and a one year meeting. I've got lots of pics and details. And I know this is totally off the subject but I couldn't have gotten through any of this if it wasn't for Gary being there for me. I think that, that is what he was suppose to be there for...and that may have been it. So thank you Gary, even though we can't make things work now, we did then. So thank you a million times for being that great support system for me. You'll all see in the pictures later why I had to throw that in there, it's because Gary's in all of them. :]
Thank you for reading this one! Things are definitely looking up for me so thanks for (sort of) being a part of it! Have a good Wednesday all!! And to Cole, I love you so much!!
