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Hi Girls!! Talan James is here!! Here's his story...
So, Tuesday night I could hardly sleep. I went to bed at around 1:30 a.m., and kept waking up every 10 minutes or so. I wasn't comfy, my back ached, and I just kind of felt weird. It was like I had a feeling he was coming or something. Honestly, I think my body was giving me hints. (That night, by the way, was the ONLY night Greg fell asleep at a decent hour...go figure!)
Anyway, so I got out of bed to pee at about 4:30, and when I stood up to pull up my undies, I soaked them. It was funny b/c I thought, "Woah! I didn't do that!" I got really excited, but didn't want to get TOO excited, b/c I've been sent home from L&D before. So by this time I thought it was really my time, but I didn't want to jump ahead of myself, plus I didn't want to wake Greg up if it was a false alarm. So I changed my underwear, and dribbled out on those ones, too. And, again, I changed them for the second time. (Kind of like how many pregnancy tests I took, because I wanted to be sure!!! haha) Then when I wet those ones, I knew it was real. I woke Greg up, and we went to the hospital. (But not after he packed almost everything we own, plus the laptop!!)
We got to L&D triage, and they said it sounded like a good story so they thought it probably was my water, but I still wasn't having contractions. They tested it, it was positive, and I was admitted at about 8:00 a.m.
Let me interrupt (myself, haha) for a minute and just say that the nurses here at Mass General Hospital are amazing. They were all so attentive, and fun, and really made me extremely comfortable. I couldn't have asked for anything better.
After waiting around for a little while, they still weren't coming, and I was only 2 and 40%. So they decided to start pitocin, and nothing. Then they upped it, and again nothing. So now it's about 2:00 p.m. and they're getting kind of regular, about 2-3 min. apart, but I could still talk through them, and I was sitting around laughing with Greg and my best friend (Talan's godmother) Celia.
So then they had to rupture the membranes even more than they already were to REALLY speed things along. Now, to be honest with you gals...It really hurt. They pretty much take this thing that looks like a really long chopstick (but not wooden...haha no splinters, Ow!) and they stick it wayyy up there to rupture it. It hurts, and it's bloody, and with no pain meds it kinda hurts.
(At this point Greg had to run to his mom's house (they told him it would be a long time, so go!) so he didn't get to see this done. Which I'm soo glad, because he gets really bad anxiety for the people he loves, and he would probably have punched the resident who did it, just purely out of instinct because he was hurting me.
Not even 10 minutes later, the REAL contractions started. Boy were they real!! My contractions before that were really easy, but I thought they were the real deal. (God, I'm so naive!! haha) I thought I might not need an epidural, but when these started, I knew it was definitely a YES on the epi. So after putting up with the pain as best I could for awhile, I finally said give it to me.
After I got the epi I felt a little better, but for some reason I could still kind of feel them, so the anesthesiologist gave me a little something extra that went in thru the epi line. THAT made me feel amazing. I thought I was on top of the world.
At about 6:00 they checked me and said I was 6 cm, and 50% so the nurses and I sent Greg and Celia down to the caf to eat dinner at about 7:00 so they could eat and I could sleep a little, because they said it would be awhile. They estimated that I would probably deliver late that night or early the next morning.
The shift changed and the new nurse (Lynne...she's sooooo awesome!) started her shift and she set the delivery stuff up just because she likes to get things done early so she won't have to rush later on. (Good thing she did!!)
I was just thinking to myself (as I was about to take a nap) that something felt kind of weird near my bum...kind of like I had to go to the bathroom. (I obviously couldn't feel pain, just pressure.) Right when I was thinking that, Lynne and the resident came in and said that they were going to check me, (I forget the medical reason why they wanted to), but they didn't think it was anything drastic since 6:00. So now it's 8:00, Greg and Celia are downstairs eating, and they check me, and I'm 10 cm (!!!!!) and fully effaced! (WHAT!!!!?!?!?! haha)
I was soooo shocked! I didn't even know what to say. I was like, "I don't know about this...I don't think I'm ready right now!" All Lynne said was "You better be ready....this baby wants to come out now!" So we waited about only 5 min. and G and C prance on in expecting nothing, and Lynne told them it was time. I thought G was going to die, he was so shocked. He said that they almost stayed down there longer, so that I could get some rest. (Thank God they didnt.)
So Lynne told me that it could probably take me about 3 hours to push him out, since he's my first and everything, and I didn't know how to push. Then she checked, and told me that the baby was at +2 already. Holy ######, I thought, this kid's the man! He's really helping out!
(This story is so long, I'm sorry, I'll get to the point quickly.)
We start pushing at 8:15. Apparently, I was a great pusher and was doing it great, annnnnd POP! out comes Talan James at 9:00 on the dot. Not bad for a first-timer, huh??
It was such an unbelieveable experience. I never knew how much love I could feel for someone so tiny. And someone I had never met before. It's such a surreal experience. We all just could not stop crying. AMAZING.
The only really bad part about my labor was the really painful contractions (before the epi), and the pain I have down below. They think I'm so sore down there because I pushed so hard and so fast. But they sent me home with pain meds, so I think I'll be okay!
Anyway, I am proud to announce the birth of Talan James, born 10 days early, on September 21, 2005 at 9:00 p.m. weighing in at 7 lb. 7 oz. and 19 inches long.
Here are some pics of my perfect little man. And my big man, too!