Pregnancy was great! Man I loved it! The peaceful, serene feeling that I felt all the time...the planning, the shopping, the doting husband who gave me everything that I wanted, the making of the complete Winnie-the-Pooh nursery, I wasn't sick and I don't think I was mean or annoying to be around. I didn't have any weird crazy pregnant woman cravings - though I did have a fondness for hard candy and steak - both of which I previously hated! We found out that we were having a boy and we were absolutely thrilled! Tyree took me to labor classes and we learned all the right things to do (which none would be done!) He was due in May and I was secretly hoping he would come on my birthday, May 20th. (as I was born on my grandmas birthday)
Perfect as my pregnancy was though, the kid just decided that he was going to stay in there forever! I suppose though, why not? Constant free meals, music and stories, built in pool and perfect weather all the time - who wouldn't want to stay? So the 20th came and went... and the 25th...and finally at my appt on May 29th they decided they would kick him out! I was going to be induced. They sent us to the hospital where we waited for awhile and then were sent home as they were full - no lie -due to the full moon! Disappointed, we went home. They called us back later though that night and had us come back. It was late so they hooked me up to some pitocin and had me go to sleep. And of course, my wonderful husband slept by my side the whole time.
The next day I remember in bits and pieces and I know my time frames are skewed...I started having contractions and they gave me an epidural which I was SURE to ask for before it was too late! I hated that they made Tyree leave though while they stuck a 6 inch needle in my spine! I hated it even more that it only took on the left side and I could still feel everything on the right side so they had to do it all over again! I think I was pleasant while in labor...playing cards and cracking jokes. My midwife was not on call so there was some other midwife there that I had never met before. I don't know if she had a vacation to get on with or what, but she started me pushing too early! After about 3 hours (??) the baby's heartbeat was not normal, so they decided I needed an emergency c-section. All I remember about that is being run down the hall on the gurney having to sign some papers about if I died it wasn't their fault and hearing them say that he was such a big baby "gonna be a 10 punder, at least!..." I was scared to death and when they let Tyree in the room finally I started crying and told him to take me home...and you know what? He wouldn't do it!! LOL. Next thing I knew I heard my baby was born and I think I remember fleetingly seeing him as they rushed him by me to the waiting arms of Children's Hospital to take him and put him on oxygen. Turns out his cord had been wrapped around his neck. I was scared, but I really had no idea what was going on. I was sent to recovery and I didn't get to see him for a couple hours. The first parent to hold him was Daddy. Keegan Tyree Walton. May 30th, 2002 - 6:30ish PM. 7 lbs, 6 oz. and 19 incles tall!
Daddy spent all 5 days and 4 nights at the hospital with me - he gave him his first bath, was with him at his circumcision, and never left our side!
Then they sent us home and we were there alone with this little perfect baby. He didn't cry, he slept all the time and was a perfect bundle of joy.
It really was a peaceful, wonderful experience which led me to ask when we got home "Honey, when can we do this again?"
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