H-Bot's Birth Story Part 1: Early to Active Labor

Man I'm horrible at this blogging thing.

Anywho, it's been over a year now since my little H-Bot was born -it's been 19 months!  Now that we have another one on the way I've been thinking a lot about the time right after H was born.  And I want to share my story.

Mind you all, I'm not a great story teller.  I'm not a master of words nor am I good at explaining things but I want to give it a shot.  I want people to know what I went through in hopes that it will help anyone else who goes through it and also people will know what is going on with me if it happens with this one, and it probably will.

Since this is going to be a long one, I'm gonna break it up into a couple different posts.

Here is Part 1:

I woke up fairly early on Sunday November 15th 2009 with cramp-like pain.  I told Hubs I was pretty sure I was having contractions.  He, being the fab hubs he is and actually paying attention in birthing class, suggested trying to go back to sleep.  I think we did for a bit but then I  couldn't sleep any more.  I figure there is no way I'm having the baby that day.  My friend had a baby 2 months previous and had contractions for daaaays before.  So I told him we better get ready for church and he said something like "uh....I don't think we're going."  He's so smart.  

I may have showered sometime in here.  I don't remember.  I do know I got dressed but didn't put on any make up.  I know we ate a little and tried to watch a movie, another thing we learned in birthing class to try to take the edge off the pain.  I didn't choose a very good movie though.  I watched "Clue" which I can recite from memory.  You should choose something that you need to concentrate on but I wanted something to cheer me up.  

The contractions were gradually getting worse and closer together.  Hubs is timing them and writing it down in a notebook. 

I decided it was finally time to start packing a hospital bag.  Yes, even a day past my due date I still hadn't even started packing.  A lovely character flaw: I always think I have more time. 

As I'm shoving things in a bag, trying to remember what I wanted to pack, Hubs called the hospital to see if we should go in.  The nurse wanted to talk to me.  I got on the phone and gritted my teeth and paused during contractions.  I must have been quite convincing.  She sounded like she wanted to tell me not to come in but instead said I could come in if I wanted however, since it would be a shame to get sent home, it may be good to try to wait a bit longer.  I said ok and gave the phone back to Hubs.  

By this time I'm bawling and just keep saying that I'm not ready, I'm not ready.  I go to the kitchen and grab the snack bag (the one thing I had packed before hand) and double checked it.  My poor poor wonderful Hubs.  During all this, he is packing his bag and putting the car seat in the car (yet another thing we "have more time for")  He's also running around trying to finish everything I'm starting, like packing my bag and getting toiletries and entertainment for before birth and during the hospital stay, because I keep pausing/stopping to let the pain pass.  I told him we better just go to the hospital.  The contractions are around a minute long and 3-4 minutes apart and had been like that for an hour or so. 

Hubs shoves everything in the car and off we go.

Shower and Registry for Baby #2?

Judge if you will, I'm registering for baby #2.  Yes, the baby that is a boy.  Just like my first child.

Nowadays it's more than OK for people to have a shower for baby #2 or #3 or whatever number you happen to be on.  However, most people don't register.  Especially if they're having a baby of the same sex, the argument being they already have everything so what would they put on it.  That is precisely why I am registering.  We do have a lot of stuff for a little boy already but there are a few things that we could still use or want.  And I know I'm being thrown a baby shower.  And, while presents are in no way required, I know people will want to get something .  And they will ask me what I want.  With the registry, they can see the specific items that I would like and get an idea of our style.

I'm not trying to be greedy.  I'm not asking for presents.  I'm just putting out suggestions for people who want to get us something but have no idea what to get.

This post wouldn't be complete without a picture.  It's not related in anyway except for it's my already born son that I mention often.

It's blurry but I like it anyway.

Mornings Spent Outside.

So I don't usually go outside in the morning.  I'm not sure why since I rarely sleep past 8am, not by MY choice mind you.  I'd sleep til tomorrow if I was allowed.  Anyway, H Bot and I went outside around 1030 which I know isn't "early" but it was earlier than our usual ventures out of doors. 

 He tried playing catch with George.  I wanted to get a picture of them together but George ran every time H got close.

Here is George hiding from H.

Apparently I should take H outside earlier more often.  Guess it wore the little guy out.  I sat on the couch to load some pictures onto my lap top.  He sat next to me and fell asleep. 

Going outside in the morning is refreshing but it also makes me sad.  On mornings when the light is right, there is a certain coolness in the air and it smells just so.  I get nostalgic thinking about different occasions I've gotten up early and it's been this awesome combination.  Like going to the fair or going on vacation.  Or even being on vacation.  And camping.

This post was going to be longer but for some reason all my pictures are taking FOREVER to load and I don't feel like waiting.  One more picture and then I'm off to look for pot roast recipes.  <3 Google!