What a difference a year can make...

Wow.

Just over a year ago, the contents of my blog were us deciding if we were going to have a baby!!

 

What a difference a year can make!

 

Chances are, you already know that on March 9, 2012 at 12:19am

a 6lb 11oz healthy little boy was removed from MY body via c-section.

This little boy was the missing piece to my puzzle,

the hole in my heart that I could never explain is gone,

and Marshall Everly Johnson V is here.

 

My water broke March 6 while I was in bed sleeping, thank goodness it was just a trickle and not the typical, embarrassing "gush" we often hear stories about. I didn't have to buy a new mattress or anything! Mitch drove me to the hospital about 1am, on our way we passed Huron High School and the marquee in front of the school said 3-6-12, we both saw it and instantly thought

"what a cool birthday"......

HA! I should be so lucky.

 

When we arrived at the hospital, I was checked out to make sure my water was really broken and to check my cervix. Since I was not dilated and wasn't having contractions (that I could feel) I was allowed to go home and was to return later that night.

On the way home I called my mom, who lives about 3 hours away.

She jumped right in her car and made it to my house in record time,

little did we know there was no reason for her to rush!

I waited and waited all day to start feeling like I was going to have a baby,

it never happened, and neither did sleep.

Who the heck could sleep knowing you are about to bring a human life into this world

and will be responsible for that life for the next 18 years?

 

Not this girl.

 

After a full day of absolutely no excitement going on "down there",

I packed my bag and headed back to the hospital.

I was checked in at about 10pm, March 6.

As of 10pm, March 7, I was dilated only to 2cm, and still no hard contractions, so I was started on pitocin. Pitocin is used to stimulate labor. However, I'm convicted pitocin is a drug created by satan to make you sorry you were ever born. I was in SO much pain that the next day is all a blur. I can't even tell you what my nurse looked like because it hurt to open my eyes.

 

BRING ON THE EPIDURAL!!!!!!

 

March 8- dilated to about 6cm, epidural is wearing off so

I'm given a long island iced tea of drugs, that I have no recollection of because again,

the pain is so unbearable it's hard to even breathe. 

March 9- whatever drugs they are giving me for pain are obviously being cancelled out by satans pitocin, I'm dilated to about 8cm, THANK THE LORD, my pitocin drip is removed!!!! Around 8pm, I'm fully dilated and my midwife thinks its time to start pushing.

I push, and push, and push some more.

And then..... I push more.

Someone isn't ready to come out, decides to cock his head sideways in the birth canal and apparently probably won't fit through my narrow hips (he took care of the narrowness to!) anyway.

REALLY? We couldn't have decided this 2 f-in days ago???

Im starting to get a fever, Marshall is starting to freak out (his heart rate is elevated),

so FINALLY my midwife thinks he needs to come out via c-section.

Is that ok with me??

 

Are you kidding? Get this boy out of me already!

 

So, I'm taken to OR, given ANOTHER epidural and heard my baby cry at 12:19am. I then proceed to take a nap. I knew as soon as I heard him cry that he was ok, and to be frank,

I was fucking exhausted.

Mitch stood by me and watched the whole surgery, and went to Marshall as soon as he was out.

I was amazed by this.

 

After the nurses cleaned him off and checked his vitals they let Mitch bring me my baby.

Talk about love at first sight.

 

I said "hi baby", (this is what I always said to him when he was in my belly) and my boy turned his head and looked right at me. I knew in this exact moment that my life would never be the same. I knew that I was no longer living for myself, that I was living for this baby.

He is my life now.

our first family photo

 

Because his heart rate was elevated and I had a fever, they wanted to keep an eye on him for a few hours. I was taken back to my room and could finally sleep!!!!

They brought Marshall to me somewhere around 5am, after 9 months of waiting, and 3 days of the worst pain I'd ever experienced, I held my baby.

My life is complete.

I will never forget the way he smelled, the way his mouth moved or the way he looked at me.

I put him inside my hospital gown and went back to sleep,

 it was probably the best sleep

I've ever had.

daddy's hands

 

As happy as I was with my new baby, my pain in the ass hospital stay wasn't ending yet. Apparently, after a c-section they dont let you leave the hospital until you fart. No kidding.

I also got an infection on my skin near my incision, so they had to keep me an extra 2 days.

On March 12, I was finally able to go home with my new little family ❤

my new favorite quote