Thursday, May 5th I woke up early. Unusually early when compared to the rest of my pregnancy. I wasn't looking forward to the day because it was my last night to work. And working until three am AFTER being Mommy all day long is exhausting. Doing it in your third trimester? Crazy exhausting. But, I knew it was my last shift before the baby so I kept a bright outlook all day and kept Liv extra busy! When she woke up we got dressed and headed out for the morning. We dropped the dog off at the groomers, made several stops, met a friend for a Cinco de Mayo lunch, and then hit up the playground. At around 3:00 p.m., I decided we'd better pick up the pooch and head home. Liv and I laid down in her comfy big bed and watched a movie and then I got ready for work. Around 6:30 p.m., I arrived at my desk only to find a group of ladies had brought a cake and a huge basket full of baby gear for me. Talk about feeling special! I was re-energized and felt great throughout my last shift. I even remember thinking, "Wow, I haven't had a single contraction and my hip hasn't hurt at all tonight!"
Little did I know...
My co-workers insisted that I leave work a little early (meaning 2:30 a.m.) and I gladly took them up on their offer! When I got home, I tip-toed into the bedroom only to find teary eyed Liv snuggling with Daddy. This was a first, and I just figured she was sensing the upcoming changes. I scooped her up and took her back to her room and laid down with her. I sang to her and whispered "our special phrase" in her ear, "I love you...with my whole heart and soul." She fell asleep and I stayed a few minutes longer staring at her beautiful face. This was my first...the one who made me Mommy...and I thanked Him for her. Over and over. And I prayed that our last weekend together as "just three" would be blessed.
Little did I know...
When I finally got into my pj's and in bed it was 3:30 in the morning and I remember thinking:
...So much for getting off early...I am sooo tired...Thank God that was my last shift...I'm so glad my water never broke at work...Man, Mommy and Me is going to be rough tomorrow...Just four more days, just four more days, I can do this..."
I started adjusting myself and all my pillows attempting to get comfortable. Not even two seconds after I found my comfy spot...
Baby boy kicked me HARD. I heard something burst. Then I felt something warm.
The little stinker broke my water!!!
I'll spare you the details from there, but let me tell you that my heart was beating out of my chest. We were going to have our baby!! There was no question that he was coming and I was thrilled...and already so exhausted.
We arrived at the hospital almost an hour later. I knew things would go fast, but I truly had no idea all that would get accomplished between my water breaking and Isaiah's birth just three hours later. For the most part I was filled with excited energy. Then as they started to get me ready to move to surgery I became really nervous. I was struggling to stay awake and I remember worrying that I would be tired for the remainder of his first day. Funny the things that concerned me in that moment!
As the C-section got underway I could hear my doctor and the assisting doctor making comments to each other about the difficulty of the procedure. Apparently the little man was wedged sideways pretty good! They pulled him out and I listened for what every momma listens for.....the cry. When I finally heard his soft little cry I breathed a sigh of relief and fell in love. I fell in love with my son I had yet to meet. When they brought him over an indescribable feeling washed over me. He was beautiful. And I was so thankful he had finally arrived.
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