Olive Jae was born August 13th, 2012 at 6:03pm. She was 7lbs 14oz and 21 inches long. Now, little side note/funny story, when I finally pushed that little bean (even though she felt HUGE) out and they plopped her all slimy and gooey on my chest.... She pooped, on me. And not just a little bit here and there, I'm talking about a whopping 3oz worth, at least. And it wasn't just once either, she did this twice.The doctor's said that she was most likely around 8lbs or so before she decided to surprise me with those extra little bundles ofnot joy.
But, enough of that, back to the updating! My labor was a long, l o n g 24+ hours. I stopped counting after the first... 10 or so. It was no walk in the park, that's for sure. I handled it.. somehow, but inside I was one big mess. Especially since my worries prior to having her, y'know...the whole "I hope she doesn't come when Vaughn is away at Rock Camp" worries? Well, that very thing happened. Yeah, YEAH. I clearly have the worst luck of any pregnant woman. Either that or Murphy's Law just wanted to show Olive some lovin'. Either way, it sucked. That's the only way to put it.
Vaughn left at 2pm on the 12th for Rock Camp, and I went into labor at 8pm that same day. Now, you may ask, why was my labor so long? I'll tell you why. BECAUSE MY NURSE WAS THE WORST PERSON ON THE FACE OF THIS PLANET. And most likely every other planet, as well. She was an old, grumpy woman who clearly did not want to be there. I waited until 11pm to go into the hospital, and they ended up sending me home around 3am. Why, you ask? Because the evil nurse said that I WASN'T IN LABOR. My contractions were 2 minutes apart, and all I could manage to do during the contractions was move my feet in circles and flex my toes (Apparently lots of women do this? So I promise you, I'm not that weird)
Honestly, after she said that, I was ready to kill. Literally, out for blood. The entire way back home (Mind you, it's a 25 min drive...) I was saying not so nice things about that nurse and how I was planning to sue the hospital AND that woman if I ended up having this baby at home. Yes... "angry" doesn't even begin to explain how I felt in that moment.
We got back home at around 3am and I tried to get some sleep (Since the evil nurse lady told me that they would go away once I fell asleep).... Which never happened. I didn't sleep a wink. The contractions got closer, pretty much less than a minute apart. And boy, was I in pain. There is still no way to explain the pain I felt. But I definitely do not miss it, that's for sure.
The pain was not getting any better and the contractions were so close that I told my mom we needed to go back to the hospital. The evil nurse lady told me to not come back in until my water broke, but I didn't care. I was in pain, pretty much to the point where I would have killed without question. No exaggeration either. And the worst part was that the supposed 25 minute drive to the hospital took a whopping 45-50 minutes due to traffic. Yeah. That sure was fun... Not.
We got to the hospital though, finally, and I was immediately admitted and hooked up to the monitors. I got the epidural not too long after that. But unfortunately, another mishap occurred.... I have slight scoliosis in my spine, apparently. Enough to the point where the anesthesiologist putting my epidural in messed up, due to my wonky spine, and I only felt relief on the right side of my body. At that point though, I didn't care. It was tolerable. Up until I began pushing.
*I forgot to mention that Vaughn got back and came to the hospital at 4pm, literally 3 hours before I started pushing. Thank God. Not sure I could have gotten through it without him. He was so supportive and held my hand through every major push and contraction. The entire process, pregnancy and birth, made me love him that much more.
When I started pushing, I kept pushing that epidural button every minute or so. Because even though my right side was numb to the world, that left side hurt like the dickens. I could feel every little thing. Especially when she crowned. My God, when she crowned.... Ugh, I don't even want to think about that, ever again. Let's just say, it was painful. And her head felt like a dang bowling ball.
But, she came out after about 2 hours of pushing or so. Can't quite remember, that last part was quite a blur to me. I was an emotional mess when she came out, of course. I underestimated just how much I would feel when she made her way into the world. It was incredible, and it wiped the entire painful slate clean. I was in love. It made my heart explode. I still tear up just thinking about it, to be honest. Yes, I'm a weeny, I know. But that's what comes with being a mom. Weeny-ness.
Being a mother is... everything. It's like winning an award, every single day. Or falling in love over and over again. And it just keeps getting better. Every moment I spend with her is a blessing. And watching Vaughn love her melts my heart. I love everything about being a mother. It was what I was meant to do in my life. And now that I have Olive, I know that my life will never be the same. She's my everything. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
And here's some Olivegrams, up to 6 weeks.
xo Jess.
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