Heggy Blog

From the beginning of my pregnancy Andrew has joked about how I would have my baby on the freeway on our way to the hospital because I was going to deliver at Utah Valley (because I didn’t want to change doctors), and we now live in South Jordan. Of course the thought terrified me but I was pretty sure I would be smart enough to go to the hospital early enough…

Story of the labor and delivery: I woke up from a nice long nap Sunday afternoon around 3:45 and started having contractions. I had had some uncomfortable contraction on a few other occasions, as early as 35 weeks along, that had five minutes apart for 2-3 hours, but they eventually went away after relaxing. So these didn’t alarm me. Andrew suggested we at least take our bag with us in case we needed to go (which I only partially packed because I was so sure we wouldn’t be going). We then went to my parents’ house for dinner. On our way there they were gradually getting worse. I still thought it was the position I was sitting in and that I wasn’t relaxing enough. They were getting closer together and Andrew was insisting we go. I hadn’t been in labor for very long and thought I had plenty of time to wait a little longer before rushing to the hospital. I don’t really know what I was thinking. At about 6:00 I decided we had to go because the pain was getting much worse. We left James with my parents and rushed to the hospital, which was still about 20 minutes away. The contractions were so strong at this point that I was pushing with each one. I was so scared that we weren’t going to make it and kept thinking about how Andrew had joked about this very thing happening. As we pulled into the front of the hospital I could literally feel myself pushing something out…luckily it wasn’t the baby’s head; had my water broken, it probably would have been. Andrew put me in a wheelchair and we made it to labor and delivery. They hurried to get me started on  antibiotics for Group B strep, which you are supposed to have at least four hours before delivery. The nurse checked me and I was complete and ready to go (obviously, since I had been pushing). They called my doctor but he didn’t think he was going to make it. I asked for an epidural even though they said it wouldn’t take away all of the pain. I was glad I did because I was able to hold on long enough for the doctor to arrive and it gave the antibiotics more time to get into my system. I could definitely still feel pain, but it was nothing compared to what I had already been through. After four sets of pushes baby Cash was here!

April 18, 2010, 7:12pm. 6 lbs. 14 oz. 18.5 inches long.

Our first family picture

My mom gave me this cute hat for him as we were leaving to go to the hospital.