Joey and I have been watching a show on Lifetime that details the labor and delivery of three moms each week. Every week when we watch this, I cry and cry. I cry because I am excited, I cry because I scared, and I cry because I cry about everything! Joey and I nervously laugh, but we are both scared!
After watching the episode tonight, I wanted to write about what I remember about the boys being born. Tonight I will start with Jackson and I will save Justin for another night. With Jackson, my water broke at about 11 p.m. It wasn't just a little water like some people say. It started as a trickle and I ran to the bathroom. As soon as I walked in - WHOOSH! It was a gush! Because we were just kids ourselves, we were scared to death! I was not dilating at all, so they gave me Pitocin to help me along. This caused my contractions to be much more intense and I asked for the epidural pretty quickly.
I remember being irritated by everyone and everything. People would make small talk and I wanted to scream at them to shut up and get out. I was nice enough not to, though. I did get a little sleep at some point, which helped my mood. As Jackson moved he got caught on some nerve endings and I could still feel all the contractions in a spot about the size of a softball. The doctor had just about decided to do a c-section when Jackson decided he was ready to make his appearance. When it was time to push, Joey was helping me to keep pushing by counting to ten. I remember yelling at him that he was counting too slow. The nurse said that he was actually doing it about right.
After Jackson was born, with the help of a vacuum and a third degree tear, I got to hold him for just a moment. I kept saying "ohh, ohh". That's all I could say to him! As Joey took him to be weighed and measured, I started hemorrhaging. I remember Dr. Davis saying that she needed two pints of blood-stat. I was very scared. Joey said when he came back to the room they didn't want to let him in, but he told them he was going in anyway. I couldn't talk or move and I was shaking. Joey asked if I wanted to know how much the baby weighed and I couldn't answer. Dr. Davis told him to go ahead and tell me. Jackson weighed 8lbs 11 oz and was born at 5:23 p.m. Eventually I came around and was moved to my room. I remember the poor little fellow had a huge bruise on his arm where he was stuck for a bit (hence the vacuum). He was also jaundiced and was not released until about four days later. Luckily I got to stay with him because of everything I had went through.
The next day was my first Mother's Day. I remember holding him and saying that I never knew how much I could love someone so instantly.
Later I will tell you about Justin. That is another wonderful, yet slightly scary story. No wonder it took me eight years to talk Joey into having another child!
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