FREEEEEEEEDOM!

Ok, so it was actually nice to relax in the hospital, but it is so very very nice to be home.  Edamame of course had a melt down because of the huge mass of emotions of having mommy come home, but he is doing well, and hopefully napping.  A great side benefit of this whole thing may be that I no longer have to sit and wait for him to fall asleep...lets see if Grandma's awesomeness has paid off for me too.  After nap we're having a birthday party for Brass Knuckles(hey what better way to get a 2 year old to like a new sibling then to bribe him with cake?)  Edamame was super cute in the car, Brass Knuckles was crying and he said 'It's ok BK we're almost home' it was the sweetest thing.

Now the part you are looking forward to, the birth stories.  Picture will follow once I feel organized again.

Soooo it all started the day 007 was set to leave.  At about 4:30 I started feeling what I knew were real contractions, but they stayed weak and were 8-9 min apart.  We headed to the hospital, but nothing was really happening, so we went home to spend some time together before 007 had to leave.  I of course broke into tears after we got home from dropping him off and doing our test run to the hospital with grandma driving.  I was still in pain, but after MANY false starts I was getting frustrated, and lonely, etc.  Well after calming down and playing we had dinner(oh and Obaachan had come over too).  Obaachan started to notice that hey my downtime for pain was coming more frequently, so we decided to start timing them.  I soaked in the tub with Edamame and grandma helped keep track(I'd yell lap, she'd lap it on my stop watch/iphone).  By the time Edamame was asleep I was totally ready to go to the hospital.  We headed over and I was a stinking 2cm!!!!! Let me tell you I was 1.5ish at 7 that morning.  All that pain and 15 hrs later and I was only a stinking 2!! Nevertheless they checked me in because I was a second timer, and mom got sent home.  This was about 10:30pm, so I just laid in bed and dealt with it.  At the shift change the new midwife came in said hello, and I squeeked out a hi in between contractions.  Then I noticed pushing at the end of two of them.  So I rang the nurse call and let her know.  She was super nice and rubbed my back and then WHAM!  My body started REALLY pushing.  She of course said it wasn't time yet, but despite the efforts on my part, my body said 'No way sistah!' and BK was crowning within about 2 min.  At this point the nurse/midwife is freaking out too and slamming the nurse call button and calling out for more people to help.  Eventually she and another nurse get me up and walk/carry me to the delivery room where once I'm set up out pops BK.  While I was totally frustrated that I was made to wait, the whole process lasted no longer than 15 min.  He was so fast that they didn't even get the IV in me until he was out.  I needed the sugar water to help me stop shaking, but it was pretty funny I thought.

I liked how fast he came out, I didn't like that I didn't feel like I had the breathing tools to slow it down when I wanted to.  At least the midwife has an awesome story now(she was still stoked about it two days later!), and I know I've inherited my mother/grandmother/sister's mad skills for pushing babies out fast.

Ok Edamame is still awake, time for cake.