On April 23rd, 2001, I came home from the hospital spitting mad. This baby was not wanting to come out and play and my Dr. wanted to give me one more day to go into labor on my own. Here I was, ready to have this baby, and they sent me home!!! Grrrrrr. I was not a very happy full-term prego lady. Not in the least.
Their optimism was disproved and I ended up back at the hospital the next morning (4/24/01) to be induced (I, of course, could have told them that the day before - hahaha). I got all checked in at 7:45 a.m. Pill No. 1 was administered at 8:00. Nothing happened. Pill No. 2 was administered at around 10:30 and I was sent walking. Around and around and around the hospital I went. I remember because it was a beautiful day. Warm, not a cloud in the sky, a perfect Spring day. After a good amount of time, I returned to my bed. Again, nothing. This should have been a fairly good indication my child was going to be a red-head. As stubborn as the day is long. My Dr. told me they would only administer one more pill and if that didn't work, I'd be going home. Joy, joy.
Two o'clock rolled around and she administered pill No. 3. In the process, she "accidentally" broke my water and let me tell you, I've never had to breathe like that in my life. That was all it took. I went from no dialation to complete dialation in 1 hr and 15 min. I couldn't breathe the contractions were so fast and hard. I had this nurse, that was like 102 yrs old, and she was having quite the time trying to get the oxygen hoses un-wound and plugged in. My Dr. finally grabbed everything from her and told her to get out, she'd do it herself. They finally got me all hooked up to the oxygen and the birthing process commenced. *Note: I went into labor so fast, there was no time for pain medication. I was going all natural. It was a good thing I couldn't breathe because I likely would have had some things to say about that. But, alas, I had a mask over my face and it was chore enough not to pass out, let alone argue. Lucky for them!
At 3:27 p.m., it was over and I layed eyes on my big (8 lbs, 21 1/2 in.) baby boy, sporting his beautiful red hair. He was mad as a hornet too. I suppose it was about as much fun for him as it was me, so I can see his lack of amusement with the whole situation. But it was wonderful to hear that cry and count his toes and fingers.
And that, is how my precious Red entered the world, 10 yrs ago. Stubborn as a mule, but beautiful as could be. How blessed I am to have such a man in my life. I thank the Lord for my son and can't imagine life without him.
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