It was so hard to pick out only a few* (okay, not necessarily a few, but I tried) photos from the day Cove took his first breath. Friday, I had gone into work and was delivering Christmas presents. My mom and sister had come along with me considering I was almost 39 weeks pregnant and driving was pretty uncomfortable at this point. While we were out, I started contracting pretty badly but they were only twenty minutes apart. By lunch time I was feeling pretty miserable so we made an appointment with the OB to see what was going on. They felt like it was just a stomach bug, so they sent me home after a pretty painful exam. I had been dilated to 2 cm for about three weeks and was 100 percent effaced at that point.
By the time we got in the car, I was having contractions 8 minutes apart. Ian called them back, and they told me to just take a hot shower and they should go away. But they definitely did not. Try washing and drying your hair when your contractions are 5 minutes apart. It was not easy! Poor Ian. He was so sweet helping me get ready. By the time he convinced me to get in the car, the contractions were 3 minutes apart. We got to the hospital around 6:30 pm and I was dying for an epidural, but the triage nurses told us there were no rooms available. What was supposed to be a thirty minute wait turned into almost two hours. Finally, I looked at Ian and told him I didn’t care what he did, but he had to get me in a room. A few minutes later, a nurse was wheeling me back and they admitted me almost immediately. By 10:30 I was at 4 cm and finally got my epidural. Since I was GBS positive, I had to have penicillin for at least 4 hours before delivering. Within and hour I was already dilated to 7 cm. Since it still hadn’t been four hours, they told me to take a nap and we would start pushing at 1 am. I tried to sleep, but it was impossible. Finally 1 am rolled around and I was 10 cm. After pushing for about an hour and a half, Cove Patrick took his first breath at 3:46 am. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. 8 lbs 4 oz and a lot to love. We didn’t get to hold him immediately due to there being meconium when my water broke, but he was healthy and that’s all that mattered. After the respiratory doctor cleared him, they laid him on my chest, and I had no words, just tears. Eventually after catching my breath, I started talking to him and he just looked up at me and wrapped his tiny little fingers around mine. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced.
This past week has been extremely hard and extremely rewarding. I don’t think words could do it justice. All I will say, is that I love being a mother.