Faster (and more painful) Than a Speeding Bullet

My little superman decided to make his entrance into the world in record fashion on Sunday morning (9/5).   I could never have prepared myself for the birthing experience that I had and I really hope that the amnesia that everyone talks about sets in sometime before I plan to have baby #2.   Ok, so here is the 'quick and dirty' (literally) version of the story of LoganBerry's birthday.

Friday night (9/3)-got to play the novice pregnant lady by going to the hospital for false contractions.  They were regular (coming every 3-4 minutes) and painful (so I thought...to be proven very wrong the next night) but the triage nurses said that I was dehydrated and that can cause contractions that don't do anything.  So, we went home and they gave me some medicine that allowed me to sleep and also made the contractions stop. 

Saturday (9/4)-We walked and walked to try to start the contractions again but nothing worked.  I was convinced it just wasn't going to happen this weekend.  We went to bed at about 8pm because we had been up all night the night before.  I woke up at 9pm to go to the bathroom and my water broke as soon as I was standing.  Contractions started 3-4 minutes apart and INTENSE pretty much right away.  We drove to the hospital and in triage they did some tests which came back negative for my water breaking (but blood could have skewed the results so I still think that my water did break) and I was only at about 3cm so they wouldn't admit me.  The doctor said to send me home, but my contractions were coming every 1 minute and they were super painful so the nurse said to go walking for an hour and come back to get checked (11:30pm).  One hour to me seemed like an eternity and I was in the worst pain of my life.  I would stop every 30 seconds or so for a contraction and tear Ronnie's shirt practically off of his body.  About 30 minutes later (12:00am) I walked back into triage and begged to be checked.  The nurse saw that I was having serious trouble with the contractions and so she agreed to check me.....4 cm!!  Ok, I can be admitted and get my epidural....I can do this!  The nurse tells me that the anesthesiolgist is going to be going to an emergency c-section and he will come over as soon as he can but that in the mean time they are going to start my iv and get me admitted and transferred to my room.  Contractions are killer and I really want the epidural...they give me some meds that make me a little out of it so I don't recall a lot about what was going on during the next bit of time.  I get wheeled into my room at 12:30am and they check me again.....6 cm.  Contractions were still super painful and I was pushing with each one.  The nurses were telling me that I couldn't push yet because it would hurt the cervix, but I really couldn't control it.  I was pleading with them to get the anesthesiologist, but they just kept telling me that he was coming.  At 1:30 they checked me again and I was 8cm and still pushing with the contractions.  Not good!  I am BEGGING for the epidural because I am so afraid that I won't get one in time.  "He's coming" was the only response that everyone would give.   2:00am the anesthesiologist finally walks into the room and is able to give me the epidural and this man is my hero because it kicked in 5 minutes later (which I guess is not normal).   Mom and Ronnie went out to the car to get our stuff because we hadn't had a chance to since everything was moving so quickly.  The doctor came in while they were gone and checked me again...10 cm!  She literally held Logan in and asked how long Ronnie and Mom were going to be gone.  They walked in 5 minutes later (2:15am) and the doctor told them to grab a leg! 

Pushed for 15 minutes and LoganBerry was here (2:31am)!

From start of contractions to Birth=5.5 hours!

                  Welcome Logan James Yeager!   6 lbs 11oz  and 20 inches long