Birth Story

**** so i started this post when C was 5 weeks, finishing it at 8 weeks. No time for blogging.
Before to much time passes I wanted to get Cameron's birth story written down. It was an experience Adam and I won't ever forget, but even now 5 weeks out, some of the details are a little fuzzier (thank you lack of sleep) so I want to share it here.

I started having contractions on Friday, March 18. They weren't extremely intense and felt more like period cramps. Adam and I went on a date that night and I remember thinking this would probably be our last date before Cameron arrived. We had just been to the doctor on Thursday and I was only 1 cm dilated so I knew my body had a long way to go before it was ready for Cameron to join us. Now if you remember my sweet Papaw had passed away earlier that week. The funeral was on Saturday so I was hoping that I would wait until at least Saturday afternoon to go into "labor" so my mom could have the closure she needed from the funeral. Saturday came and I continued to have pains that were about every 10-12 minutes apart. Still not strong enough to go to the hospital but they were painful and starting to make my body kind of tired. Sunday came and the pains continued to get stronger. I knew I was heading to the dr. first thing Monday morning. I just knew after 3 days of contractions I would have progressed. No such luck, I was only 1 1/2 cm. I was very discouraged. My dr. stripped my membranes and sent me home in pain, or so I thought. The pain really started about an hour after we got home. Holy moly. Words are not adequate to describe this pain. I had really bad back labor. By the time Adam got back from work they were about 5 min. apart. I decided to get a shower and that's when they got crazy bad and 2-3 mins apart. We decided it was time to go about 9 pm. It was a bit surreal going to the hospital and knowing we were about to meet our son! I just knew after an afternoon of misery that I would be 5 cm. NOT!! I was still 1 1/2. They wanted to watch me for an hour before sending me home. Poor Adam was so concerned with what in the heck he was supposed to do with me at home. He had never seen me in that much pain, I had never been in that much pain. Thankfully we had a compassionate nurse who pushed for me to stay another hour and helped me progress to 3 ( ouch). I got a piece of bliss in an epidural about 12. Hallelujah. My hat goes off to you beasts that do this without an epidural, but I have one question, Why? Anyway back to d day. We had a great nurse who felt like after I got my epidural I would progress quickly. She was right.I was pushing 3 hrs later and C was born at 3:44am. We were expecting a small baby but were all shocked at our tiny 4 lb 15 oz little boy. My heart was so full, seeing the joy reflected in my husband's eyes and seeing a head full of dark hair. My heart was so full hearing his strong cry and holding him for the first time. My heart is still so full to know that the Father has trusted us with this blessing. My heart is full! Welcome to our world Cameron Charles Knight.