Biggest day of my life. How in the world do I transfer my feelings about this amazing day through my keyboard? It is not possible, but I want to type out everything now so that I can look back and relive that day-Easton's Birthday.

He is already such a considerate kid, knowing that Friday was my last day at work and family and friends would be able to hang at the hospital over the weekend with us since they were off too. :) So, it all started about 11:30 Friday night. I woke up from some contractions but did not think twice about them since they had been off and on for a while now, but these were a little more intense. After a handful I woke Drake up just to let him know they were painful but really random, but I was having more than usual. As they continued on a little longer he started timing...they were anywhere from 4 minutes apart to 8. We kept timing and I was annoyed thinking,"Either let this be the real thing or just go away" After about an hour and a half of random contractions, they jumped right into being about 4 minutes apart consitently. I did not want to head right to the hospital and have a false alarm, so Drake continued to track them and I got in the bath to try and help with some of the pain. Finally, after they were 4 minutes apart for about an hour we decided to head to the hospital, it was around 2:00.
I called my family and let them know that we were heading in. We told them that it might be a while, or even a false alarm so we would call once we got out of triage or something. But about 10 minutes after we got there who do we see through the window? :) Triage was annoying, and the first lady we dealt with was annoying, but we were finally admitted. Once I was admitted we headed to our first room and I put on my hospital gown and got in the bed. I was now sitting in a delivery room at a hospital where I had been several times in the past couple years to visit close friends getting ready to welcome babies into this world, but now I was the one on the bed?! I would look around and just soak in every detail that I could. In the matter of hours I would meet my baby that I dreamed about meeting for years.

Everything started out smooth. When triage checked me I was 3 cm. and 100% effaced. By the time I got in my room and they checked me out again a couple hours later I was at 5 cm. I filled out all of my paperwork and then went ahead and got my epidural. I already had planned to get an epidural so that was a smooth process. Drake was able to stay in the room with me. I had so much relief once that was done. After that, my parents came back in and we continued to play the waiting game. I was 5 cm. for a couple hours and then about noon I moved up to 7 or 8 cm. Although I was moving along, they did comment on how high he felt and said a couple things about my cervix. Go to a couple hours later and they had put me on some pitocin to strengthen and regulate my contractions.


After that, things started to head the other way, literally. They checked me and I went back to being about 7 cm. and then they checked again and I was 6 cm.?! As this was going on my parent's notice that Easton's heart rate was rising on his monitor and staying pretty high.

I started to feel worse. Apparently Easton was trying to come down and my cervix was just not big enough for him to fit through. He was bumping up against it over and over causing it to swell and push him back. Add the fact that my fever went to a 102.6 causing his heart rate to stay high and we had no other choice, we had to get him out.
As soon as the doctor came in (who was not mine, it was the on call doctor for the weekend shift which made me mad) and started explaining what was happening with me and Easton, I knew what was coming next. I just started crying. I did not want to have an emergency c-section obviously but it made it all a little more real. I was scared.
They came back and explained everything to us and in the matter of a few minutes everything went from smooth sailing to getting papers signed and getting me back to do the c-section as quick as possible. My parents kissed me bye and we headed back to the operation room. It was so cold in there. They wheeled me in and gave me medicine to numb me from the chest down. The lights were bright. The radio was on-playing black hole sun. I looked around at all of the scissors and scalpels. Once I was numb I put my arms out to the side and they put the sheet up so that I could not see, and then they went and got Drake.
My husband has never been so amazing. I thought I loved him here...
and this day was a lot of fun...
I even thought I loved him here too...
But nothing compares to how much I loved him here...
he made me feel so loved while going through everything. He showed so much care and compassion for me when he came back into that operating room and held my hand telling me how proud he was of me and how great I was doing.
They started the c-section. I hated the feeling. They cut me open...it felt like someone rubbing their fingernail across my stomach but knowing what was going on was the worst part. I kept trying to take slow breaths and stay calm during this overwhelming experience. Just looking at Drake and trying to believe this was really happening. He wiped my tears with a kleenex and held my hand. He just kept reminding me that it would be over soon and we would be able to see Easton.
I heard the doctor say he had hair and I smiled :) Then they said I would feel a good amount of tugging...and then...there he was. I did not hear him cry at first, I just heard the suctioning of everything and I just watched Drake. He had his hat and mask on his face, but all I needed to see were his eyes...the tears of joy that started to take over...and then Easton cried. I was asking Drake what he looked like and then they told me they were coming around the corner so that I could see him. I will never forget this moment ♥

Easton Bentley was finally here. He weighed 7 pounds 15 ounces and has such a cool birthday :) 09/10/11. Due to the emergency c-section they had to take him to the NICU to run tests and start him on some antibiotics.

We were not able to get our hands on the little guy until about 9:30 that night which was a killer, but everyone could see him through the nursery window.

They even rolled me by after I got my stitches so that I could see him for a second.
We spent 3 days in the hospital while I was on pain meds and they monitored Easton.


I am so thankful that he is healthy and everything is ok. I can see parts of both of us through him and it is just the coolest thing. Our love created this miracle.

We are officially back home now and settling in as a new family. I am so happy and cannot wait to see what the future holds for the 3 of us! :)