Delivery Day

July 29th 2010
Casey and I went in for our 40.5 week Doctors appointment. To both of our surprise - I was still barely dilated to a "1" and 60% effaced. Not quite the news we thought we would get. However, my blood pressure was high and I was more swollen then normal, so Dr. Barton sent us down to labor Delivery to run some tests on both Cru and I.
Sweet little Cru was looking good - however, I was dumping protein in my urine and because of my high blood pressure, it started to effect one of my kidneys.
After 3 hours worth of tests, the nurse came in and asked "How do you feel about delivering your baby today?" I was little shocked. My response was, "That would be great, but I'm a little scared". She then went on to tell me that if we wait any longer, that I would get even sicker and as a result of that, our baby would get sick as well.
After talking it over with Casey we obviously decided it was smarter to get me started and deliver our baby sooner than later.
So off we went to our delivery room...Room #7 (my lucky number)
They started me on patocin at about 12:30 in the afternoon, every 30 minutes they would up my dose.
Once my dosage was up to 16 my doctor came down and checked me again. He said I was still a "1" and hadn't changed one bit. He then tried to break my water...that was not fun!!! HE TRIED to break it!!! Cru's head wasn't even in my pelvis yet so he couldn't reach it.
After being on Patocin for 12 hours at the highest dosage - I was checked again, still dilated to a 1. They put me on a different med that does the same thing as patocin, it just makes your contractions much greater. You are only allowed 3 dosages of it every 3 hours. So after 9 more hours I was checked one last time - and I was still at a "1" and 60% effaced. That's when my doctor informed me that we would be having a C-section.
I was scared to death. I didn't read up on cesareans so I wasn't prepared. 30 minutes later we were off to the Operating Room.

Casey looked hilarious in white body suit.
The anesthesiologist, was a nice guy. He walked me through what he was going to do to give me my epidural. I felt like it would be pretty easy. However, I totally started crying after because I was so scared. Casey was so sweet with me the whole time telling me how strong I was being and how amazing he thinks I am. He held my hand the entire time.
I could see the 'incision' in the big round lights shinning brightly down on my incision. After about 3 minutes of watching, I started wigging out a bit, so I had to stop. I think the worst part though, was feeling my body go numb. That was awful and disgusting.
Then after only about 10 minutes the anesthesiologist told Casey he could stand up and look over the blue sheet as they were about to pull our baby boy out. He looked at me and smiled, then stood up. His eyes welled up with tears and got all red like they do when he is about to cry - and then I heard the most beautiful sound, the sound of our baby crying. It was beautiful!


I have been in love with this little boy the minute I read "pregnant" on my 'pee stick'. I have loved this little boy's father ever since my sophomore year in high school. But I have NEVER loved either one of them more, then I did at this moment.