On Sunday, October 16th, at 10:57am, Kristian and I welcomed Beckett Pearce Ormson. He weighed 6lbs 15 oz. and was 19in long. Here is the story of how he came to join our little family..
On Saturday I tons of lower back pain and was not able to walk more than a couple minutes at a time. I thought it was just the pressure from the baby dropping because he hadn't dropped yet. Well I guess it was because that night around 9pm I started having contractions. This was a normal thing during the whole last week though so we started timing them, they were 12 minutes apart. At 11pm they were 10 minutes apart but I was in SO much pain! I decided to lay in our bed because it was closer to the bathroom and my stomach was not feeling good. By 11:30pm they were 6-7 minutes apart and I had Kris packing my hospital bag as I lay on the bed instructing him.
At 11:45pm we left the house for the hospital, my contractions were 5 minutes apart and I was sure this baby was about to shoot out of me. We called our parents on the way and told them this baby was coming! We drive up to the hospital and out of pride I do not let Kris drop me off. Since it was late though the main hospital entrance was closed and we had to walk around to the ER entrance, uhhhh! When we finally made it to labor and delivery after our half mile walk, I could barely talk to the nurses as they start to weigh me and hook me up to the machines. They finally check me and I just know I was ready for my epidural.. NOT.. I was a 2! A 2.. are you kidding me?!? They tell me that I have 2 hours to progress or they are sending me home.
As the 2 hours pass, I kept contracting every 5 minutes. Every time I contract though I am throwing up at the same time and gripping the side of the hospital bed. My husband was awesome and would hold the container for me, he thought I was dying and you could see the stress on his face. He told me it was more a feeling of helplessness. Luckily after 2 hours of this every 5 minutes they check me again, I'm a 4! WOOO! They admit me and get they get on the phone with the on call doctor (which was not my doctor.) Fortunately, I had been given special permission from MY doctor to call him at home if he was not on call. Kris and I decided to wait though until I was closer.
When we get admitted they moved me to my own room to moan in, Yah! The poor people on the other side of the curtain from us probably thought I was dying and being over dramatic. I was not screaming, by any means, but I did not make light of the fact that I was IN pain and IN labor. The nurses kept telling me to breath but I swear it made me feel better to moan loudly.
In our room the nurse put me on some pain medicine through my IV and I also got me a shot in the hip so I would stop throwing up with every contraction. The pain medicine did not work though, I could still feel the pain and I was still moaning. At 6 am the nurse checked me again and I was a 5, they said I needed to be a 6 before an epidural. She called the doctor though and got special permission to give me one. 6:30am came and I got my epidural.. Ahhhhh.. SO much better!
7:00am, we got a new nurse, her name was Brooke and we loved her! She was amazing! We told her that my Doctor had told us to call him and she told us to go ahead and do it. Kris called him at home and he said he would be there in an hour! We are so grateful to him for being willing to be there for us. I can't imagine anyone else delivering my baby. 8:15am my doctor gets there, he checks me, and I'm a 6, but I have stopped contracting because my epidural has relaxed me so much. The nurse starts Pitocin and he breaks my water. After 15 minutes though they pull me off the Pitocin because my body is taking care of the contractions by it's self again.
At 10:15am I was dilated to a 10, time to push! Our nurse Brooke starts coaching me through pushing and breathing. With every push our little man's head kept crowning and then going back in. Finally, Brooke calls the doctor to come back in. He walks in the room, looks at me and says, "if your having a contraction, don't push!" Beckett was ready to greet the world. Then with the next contraction I gave it all I had. After 3 good pushes, he was out!
What an amazing experience! Kris and I both started crying from relief, excitement, and an overwhelming feeling of peace. Just thinking about it now is bringing back those same feelings. What a beautiful miracle our Heavenly Father has given us. Every time I look at him, I fall more in love. We couldn't have had a better experience. It was all worth it. Thank you to everyone who was a part of it.
Daddy cutting the cord
Getting checked out
Relaxing under the heat light
Proud daddy!
Our little family
Leaving the hospital
Bring baby in the house
Our little man, Beckett Pearce :)
