Little did I know how our life would change when Joey was born. Not just being first time parents, but it opened our eyes into a world we didn’t even imagine; Autism.
I had a pretty easy, no fuss type of pregnancy. Any sort of “issue” I may have had was all very normal. Sciatic problems which made me waddle early, heartburn at night, hemorrhoids, and leakage (which disgusted me more than anything). I gained a whopping 13 pounds my first trimester and my doctor basically told me I needed to simmer down on my food intake. I gained about 60 pounds with Joey.
On November 1st I was working from home as I was nearing my due date (Nov 5). I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions since Halloween night but they would stop after about 45 minutes to and hour and come back after a few hours. On November 1st I was having the same Braxton Hicks. I didn’t time them but was watching the clock for how long they would go for. At 4:00 they didn’t stop. At 5:00 they were still going. They never hurt, so I called my doctor to see what he wanted me to do. I got the answering service and they told me to go to the hospital. Music to my ears!!!!
When my husband got home at 6:00 I had the suitcase by the door and a huge smile on my face. “It’s time!” I told him. He said “for reals this time?” This would be our 6th trip to triage, HA! First time pregnancy, nervous new mom.
We checked into triage around 7:00, they put the monitor on me and we waited. I was starting to feel the contractions now but they were nothing horrible. At my appointment a few days earlier I was 2cm and 70% effaced. The nurse checked me and there was no change. She checked me again around 8:30 and I was 3cm but still 70% effaced. The nurse sent us on our way, she told us we could either walk around the hospital or go to the mall and walk to try to speed things along. So we left the hospital and went to Costco. We walked around Costco with painful contractions coming every so often. Then we went to the mall, same thing. Finally decided it was better to go home and get some rest.
Off to the Hospital
Around midnight I couldn’t sleep, so I jumped in the shower with hopes the warm water would help. At 1am I woke my husband up and told him I was in too much pain and we needed to go. So, back at the hospital, answering the same questions, but this time it was through gritted teeth. I just wanted to get hooked up to the monitor and to lie down. Around 3 or 4am the nurse came in to see what kind of progress I had made. It was the most painful thing I have ever felt. I swear she was trying to reach my tonsils. The problem was, my cervix is up pretty far, and she has Vienna sausage fingers. I told Ed, if she doesn’t get her fist out of me it was going to turn ugly. When she left to get a nurse with longer fingers (thank you!!) my water broke.
Nurse Long Fingers came in, after checking me she announced it was time to go. I think I was at 6cm at this point. Do you want an epidural? Hell yes!!!!!
Welcome to the World
After getting yelled at by the anesthesiologist, the epidural was in and only worked on half my body. At 7am it was shift change and I was losing the best nurse ever for a bunch of students wondering around my room with their thumbs up their ass. I started pushing around 7:15 and at 7:32am the most beautiful baby entered this world.
Nothing else mattered (except a shower, I was super messy from my water breaking) in this world. I finally got to meet my son. Joseph Amedeo. He was 6lbs 14oz and 21 1/2″ long. He had so much hair. I couldn’t get over all the hair. His hair had some curl too and when it was brushed forward it looked like a little Cesar cut.
I called my dad and told him, he’s (Joey) perfect!