Josiah Mathew’s birth story.
Yay, our little one is finally here! What an adventure it has been. I Wish I could be posting more often, I don’t want to forget a second of this precious time we have with our newborn. I know it will go by all too fast. But, being a mommy is a lot of work and top priority right now. Forgive all the extreme details but I really want to remember everything about the labor and this is how I keep track. Anyway onto our birth story…
It started on Saturday night (09/12/09). I met some of the youth at Bollweivel for karaoke, Ken was working late. I started to feel not so great by the time I got home later that night. I didn’t know if I wanted to puke or eat because I was starving. I just felt lousy, so I went to bed and couldn’t sleep all night for the life of me. I started to feel cramps, something I have never felt before while pregnant. I tossed and turned all night. At about 4am I thought I wet the bed! My water was starting to leak (but I wasn’t sure if it was my water or not yet). I was up and down in and out of the bathroom all night. Later in the morning I woke Kenny up and told him I might be having contractions, he grabbed his phone to time them…then he fell asleep! LOL. I woke him up again and we started timing them. We finally got out of bed and I sent him off to grab some breakfast burritos. I was starving. I called the hospital and explained what was happening. They really make you doubt yourself when you call (probably because they were so overcrowded that weekend). They pretty much told me to wait and see. We continued timing the contractions but they were so sporadic I didn’t think I was in labor. They would come 10 minutes, 30, 20, back down to 8. They never stopped, but they weren’t getting worse either. So that Sunday I sent Kenny to work while I stayed home from church. I called a few people to tell them, we might be in labor. I still wasn’t sure. Gaynell then left church to come over and time the contractions with me during the day since Kenny wasn’t here. She brought me a chocolate-banana shake from Mi Ranchito…it’s all I wanted that day. I was pretty sure by this time that my water was in fact leaking while it ran down my leg as I ran to the restroom. It was a slow trickle all day, but during the more intense contractions it would leak more. I still wasn’t positive if I was in labor or not. Mostly because the contractions weren’t as bad as I thought they should be. I kept thinking it’s got to hurt more than this. I called the hospital to let them know I was pretty sure my water was leaking. The nurse said to come in within the next couple hours and they will check me out but I wanted to wait it out at home most the day, and try to wait on Ken to get home. So, Gaynell and I sat around the house and timed the contractions all day. Again, sporadic. They were getting a little closer together, but they still ranged from 15, 5, to 10. We went on a couple walks to speed it up, and nothing really happened. Gaynell finally talked me into packing for the hospital so I did. I didn’t really want to, I still wasn’t sure if this was really it. Later Ron came over, he was a little freaked out I wasn’t at the hospital yet. It was pretty amusing. Kenny got off about an hour early and made it home, we sat around and visited while timing contractions for a while.
After a few close contractions that were lasting over a minute, we decided to head down (8:00pm on Sunday 09/13). We checked into the hospital through the ER, since it was afterhours. It took awhile getting in, apparently they were super busy that day/weekend and there really wasn’t any room. After getting into a room, they checked me. My water was leaking, and I was dialated between 3-4 centimeters! I was shocked! Right after the nurse checked me, she put the contraction monitor and the fetal heart rate monitor on my belly, and had me sign a bunch of papers. It was hard to think at this point, the contractions were getting much stronger, and shortly after this they were about 5 minutes long each contraction! I was beside myself. I could hardly take it. I was so scared that my body was shaking, and my lips were quivering. I was scared mainly because I didn’t really allow myself to think, wow this is it..Im in labor. I basically kept telling myself all day, this isn’t it, this cant be it! So mentally I wasn’t prepared at all. Everything was happening so fast! During these long painful contractions I was contemplating the epidural. I was scared out of my mind to get it, I thought it would hurt so bad. But I finally caved in and asked for it. Meanwhile, the nurse was hooking up my IV. Oh my it hurt like no other! She kept jabbing me up the arm, over and over again. Nothing. So then she went into my hand which hurt worse. At this point I was deathly afraid of the epidural, but the pain of the contractions ruled over my epidural inhibitions. Finally the anesthesiologist came in to give it to me. Piece of cake. Little did I know the IV is what really hurt. I could have taken a million needles up my back for the epidural than to get that IV. I really was afraid for no reason in comparison! Funny, no one ever told me that! Anyway, once the epidural was administered I started to relax and calm down. The shaking went away, and my lips stopped quivering. The contractions started to come stronger and closer together after the epidural because my body was so much more relaxed. But the contractions still remained very sporadic the whole time. I think they became stronger and closer as labor started progressing more because I wasnt fighting the contractions anymore, and I was so much more relaxed. In the meantime, my Grandma Carole, and my sister Amy showed up. Ron and Gaynell left shortly after Grandma got there. And Grandma and Amy stayed the whole night while I labored. It moved fairly quickly. At one point the nurse checked me and I was at 7 cm, an hour later, 9 cm. (Of which I slept that whole hour! Yay epidural). My dr. showed up in the morning at about 9 am to check me, and said that I should deliver the baby before noon that day (Monday 9/14).
My contractions were not staying very consistant so the nurse put me on pitocin to keep them regular as I pushed. She started the pitocin a few minutes before I started pushing. My nurse had me practice my pushing as soon as the dr. left. We got pretty far in our “practicing” as the baby’s head started to crown. We ‘practiced’ maybe 20 minutes, before the nurse decided to stop and allow my dr. to show up. As soon as he came in, he took a quick peek, it was pretty funny to see the surprised look on his face, and then he rushed to get ready for the delivery. He was going so fast, I thought the baby might pop out right then! After he was ready he checked me to see if I needed an episiotomy before pushing again. I didn’t, so he had me push through another contraction. As soon as I bared down to push he started telling me..no no, too hard, stop pushing, stop pushing. I actually laughed, because I wasn’t really pushing yet, I stopped anyway. As soon as another contraction came, he told me to push, but this time push slowly…I gave one little tiny push and out came our precious baby, Josiah Mathew Ragsdale. He weighed 7 pounds exact, and measured just over 19″ long. As soon as he came out and the nurse placed him on my chest all I could do was weep. I cried and cried, and said over and over again, he is so beautiful! He was perfect, 10 fingers, 10 toes, beautiful skin. He literally came out, perfect. I didn’t see a spot of blood, or mucus on him, his head was perfectly round too. We got many comments from the dr. and nurses, of how beautiful he came out. It was really amazing. The whole experience was incredible. The dr. had to give me 2 tiny stitches that dissolve on there own and that was it. From the time I started pushing to the time he came out it was about 20-30 minutes.
Here are some pics…
Time to go home!
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And that cradle needs to be put in our bedroom (hint, hint daddy)
It makes me sad. I hope this doesn’t all sound like complaining, I do love being pregnant, maybe not AS much as earlier on…but I still wouldn’t trade it for the world…(ok maybe I would in a heartbeat for a little baby boy named Josiah). The little Mr. has been moving A LOT. Which is funny, my pregnancy emails I get tell me that the movements should be winding down since there’s less room. Quit the opposite I would say “Mrs.She knows”! He is such a mover!! I get a few movements every once in awhile that hurt or are very uncomfortable. Especially when he gets under the ribs, or the one spot he likes to jab or kick is the left lower side. I don’t know my anatomy well, but there must be some kind of sensitive organ over there…and he likes to kick it! Lucky mommy 
“Was this an oops?” You’ve got to be kidding me…
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