Well, HE IS HERE!!! After nine months of telling him to NOT come between the 22nd and the 25th of April, he decided to show mommy and daddy who was boss. On Wednesday I was studying for one last final and finishing up a huge project. I had planned to take it in the afternoon. Every hour of my Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday was completely planned out. I started feeling awful pain in my back (on the opposite side of my hydronephrosis). I had been having contractions but this was nothing like it. I tried walking around, laying down, getting in the tub; nothing seemed to work. Around 11 is just got too painful to bare and I texted Trent at work telling him I needed to go to the hospital. I had no idea what to do at this point because he didn't get off until 2:30 and I did not want to bug a friend in the middle of finals to come drive me over. By some miracle Trent called me and said he was on his way home. They had sent him home only minutes before my text because it was a slow day. HOW LUCKY! He rushed home and tried some massaging and hot pads but I was still in so much pain so we drove over to the hospital. Now, since the baby was still two weeks away and I was in the middle of finishing up school, we hadn't gotten our hospital bag together quite yet but we figured that baby wouldn't be coming yet (I was only 1 cm and not effaced at my appointment on Monday). We got to the hospital and they took us in a room to check if I was in labor. For what seemed like hours, we waited for a nurse to come check on me. Sadly, they couldn't figure out what was going on and they had to wait for my doctor in order to give me anything for the pain. So we waited some more time before they finally came in and said they needed to monitor me for a bit longer and gave me some kind of narcotic to ease the pain. The sad part was I had been throwing up so much that I was extremely dehydrated so they couldn't find a good vein. They poked me about 7 different times until they finally put it in the worst place to put an IV: my arm. Since we were just in a small check up room, it was a long afternoon for Trent sitting on a no-back doctor's swivel chair. I was taken down to ultrasound to see what they could find because the doctor and nurses were thinking I had a kidney stone. Apparently I was quite the hoot on drugs saying the oddest things (Trent still wont let me live them down). Because the baby was so big, they couldn't see much to deduce anything. Around 10 or 11pm they moved us to a labor and delivery room to wait longer. The nurse said it would probably be Thursday late morning that I would go home. YAY! I can still make it to graduation in plenty of time. I was determined to go, even if I was in pain and on tons of morphine and perkaset. The next morning the doctor came in around 7am to check up on me. He talked to us about how silly it would be to send me home only to come back the next day because I was in pain again. Then he made a comment about "how do you feel about leaving the hospital not pregnant anymore?" WHAT?! Trent and I both thought he was joking (our doctor has a bit of a dry sense of humor). But no, he was serious. I think we both sat there kind of shocked because it was the last thing we ever thought was going to happen. But it seemed to be the best option so they put me on a pit drip and labor began. My parents had left at 5am that morning to drive up for my graduation. So I called them at about 8am and told them to forget graduation; they were going to be grandparents today! My mom says that was the longest drive she has ever been on. Happily, compared to my kidney pain, labor was a breeze. I think thats why they believed I had a stone because that was the only pain they could think of that was worse than labor. I wasn't in much pain from labor but the anesthesiologist thought it was best to give me an epidural around 1. The worse part of labor, for me, was only being allowed ice chips. Because I had been throwing up for the last day, I hadn't eaten nor had I had anything to drink. All I wanted was some water and I could not wait for it to be over to get a giant glass. The nurses all liked to joke with me about it. Since we hadn't brought ANYTHING to the hospital, Tricia and Ryan were nice enough to come pick up our house key and get some things for us. They were so wonderful both times I was in the hospital and ran around doing things for us. My parents and rachel (my sister-in-law) came straight to the hospital after driving 11 hours. It was nice to have some people there to distract me from my thirst. Around 10pm the doctor came in to tell me that from 4pm to that current time I had stayed at 4cm and was no longer progressing but the baby was trying to push his way out and it was putting too much pressure on his head. He suggested we do a C-section but left it up to us to decide. I had felt pretty prepared for labor after reading up on everything I could before it came but the one thing I didn't research much on was C-Sections. I never had surgery before nor had complications with anything really until this pregnancy so I figured I wouldn't have to worry about it. Trent and I both agreed that it was best for little Logan so they started the preparations. I wanted a blessing from my dad before I went in and we weren't quite sure how to tell all the people to leave the room. The funny thing was that when the anesthesiologist found out we didn't have oil he said "oh, we have some here at the hospital just for this!" and ran and got it. I guess you know you are in Utah when the hospital staff asks you if you'd like to have a blessing before surgery and has a supply of oil there for you. They wheeled me into a BRIGHTLY lit room and starting strapping me down to the table. Even though they had me on tons of drugs, I could still feel a lot of the pulling and pushing. It was extremely painful! But the moment I heard his first cry, it all seemed to disappear and all I could think about was getting to hold him. As soon as they took him, Trent had to leave with him and they must have poured drugs into my IV because I do not remember anything much in the surgery room after that. They told me I just kept asking about Logan and if he was okay; thankfully motherhood instincts had kicked in! After surgery I had to wait an hour before I got to see him even though Trent and my parents got to see him. They let my dad carry him into see me for the first time. It was such an amazing moment to finally get to see him. I just kept thinking, they gave me the wrong baby; this baby is way too good looking to be mine. It was so amazing; definately love at first sight. He had arrived at 10:49pm on April 23rd weighing in at 7 lbs 1 oz and 19.5 inches long. Friday Ryan and Tricia, Devin Curry, both my grandmas, Trent's parents and two brothers, and my cousin Melissa all came to visit. It was a busy busy day but was so enjoyable to show off our little guy to everyone. We stayed in the hospital until Sunday evening and finally went home. We had to take him back the next day for some extra testing but he is doing lots better. Its been a tough recovery for me. I never realized how much I use my core muscles until I haven't been able to use them. I cannot sit up, get out of bed, stand up, or do much without someone's help. Today has been much better and hopefully it is on the up hill. The hardest thing has been trying to take care of him but not being able to do all I want to. I keep pushing too far and end up hurting myself. But hopefully I will heal soon and be able to hold him for longer than a few minutes. Yesterday I had to take the final I missed last Wednesday. It was rough having to go to campus and sit and take a 159 question final. My professor was really impressed that I was so set on finishing and didn't want to accept her option to take an incomplete in the class. I had stayed up all night, with the help of my wonderful mom, completing my huge assignment. The professor thought I would barely get a C- in the class but I pulled out a B+!!! That was my lowest grade this semester. I cannot believe how well I did in school; I hope that means Logan will be a smarty pants. I am really sad I missed graduation but Logan is completely worth it. It has been incredible and I love every minute of being a mother; yes even those late night feedings. I just remember everything I've gone through for him and all I will continue to go through and I know he is worth it all and more. It truly is amazing how much love I feel for this precious little gem. He is amazing and I could not have asked for a more beautiful and wonderful son.
Mommy and Logan's first moments together
Daddy and Logan
Our adorable little boy
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