Birth Story

Happy Half Birthday Laineybug! (Three days late!) 

I can't believe that six months have passed since the day that she came into the world.  As I was reminiscing about the past 6 months with my sweet girl, I was quickly reminded of the day that she came into the world and how I really needed to write down what happened.  Let's revisit that wonderful day. 

Oct 9th, 2011
My mom, Brandon, and I made it to church and on time.  This in of itself is a miracle.
 
My water broke in the middle of the homily.  Yeah, I am being serious.  I guess Fr. Dave was really funny that day.

I nonchalantly waddled to the church bathroom thinking that I had just peed my pants instead of going into labor.

I proceeded to ask my BFF Jolena (who thankfully was also hanging out in the church bathroom with her two year old) if this is what it feels like to pee your pants. 

"Ooohhhh Noooo honey...I think that your water broke!  YEAAA!!!!"  (Jolena with a North Dakota accent)

I waddled myself out the door, water still breaking, and made it to the car in which my husband politely asked if he could put the dog's rug down on the seat for me to sit on.  Thanks honey.  I would hate to get amniotic fluid of your first born child on your sweet baby BMW's tan, soft leather. 

Called hospital and they said to get my butt in there. Luckily, I got to work in a quick shower and some breakfast at McDonalds (Egg McMuffin + Smoothie), which would come back to haunt me 10 times later that day. 

Made the trip to the hospital by 10:30am...still no contractions but the water was still breaking!  I thought that when your water broke it was done in like 2 minutes.  Nope.  It takes hours folks.  Hours.  Thank you to the movies for making me naive in this department. 

11:09am - ohhhhh, so that is what a contraction feels like!

We ask every single nurse, medical student, janitor, resident, dietary aide, and passerby to pick which name we should choose since we couldn't come to a final decision between Madeline (Mady) or Lainey.   If she came out as a red head, she was going to be a Lucy. 

Laboring until 1:00pm and I finally broke down and asked for an epidural.  Please.  Then apologized over and over again to my mom for being a farm girl and not doing this drug free.

I heard the following phrase at least 20 times.  "The anesthesiologist should be here in the next 10 minutes."   Let's just say the epidural didn't arrive until 5:00pm.  I was pissed and would have given her a piece of my mind, but the fact that this lady had the key to euphoria in the form of bupivacaine and fentanyl...I decided to thank her instead by throwing up my Egg McMuffin and Smoothie all over the bed.  

8:00pm - My husband jokes for the 100th time in that hour that he thinks that I am going to deliver a 10 lbs baby. 

We tally up our votes for our baby girl names.  I win by a landslide, but we decide to meet her first to finalize.  (Or so I tell Brandon...haha!)

9:00pm and the pushing begins.  Little did I know, but I was throwing a push party!  I kind of forgot that by choosing to have your baby at a teaching hospital entitles A LOT of peeps to be up in your business. 

Luckily...Sunday Night Football was on TV during this hour and was more entertaining to my attending, resident, medical student, and husband.  Packers vs. Falcons.  Aaron Rodgers was my attending's quarterback on his fantasy roster and he had to have a good showing.  Hello????  I know Aaron Rodgers is a stud, but can a girl get some coaching on how to deliver.  This was my first rodeo! 

9:51 pm - In the haze of Sunday Night Football, Faith Hill singing the theme song (what happened to Hank Williams Jr.?), and my husband and attending high fiving over a touchdown...I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy, screaming 7 pounder that was called Baby Walker for the first 12 hours of her life. 

The amount of joy that this little bug has brought to my life is too enormous to even describe.  Happy 6 month birthday Laineybug!  I will always love you to the moon and back!

-Manda (aka Mom)