We walked into ER on October 7 at 12:30 AM. I went straight to the desk, leaned over and kicked the ground with my toe over & over. I {think} I freaked them out a little. I don't remember a whole lot, except they moved fast, and I was grateful they brought a wheelchair. When we got to L&D, they welcomed me back, although no one really expected we would be back so soon. I remember wanting them to stop the pain again. But first, triage and undressing (I don't think I've ever changes so quick) and getting checked & taking blood... Everything but meds. All during the contractions. In the middle of contractions the nurse begged me to breathe through them. If you've never had a contraction, you don't know this but it's REALLY hard to breathe through those things. I really don't know how people give birth naturally. My two poor friends who had no choice, my heart goes out to you. But I digress. So, after being checked they found I was almost 5 cm. I remember asking if this was it or if they were going to stop it and they told me this was it. I was tired and in a ton of pain so it didn't really dawn on me that we had NOTHING ready for this baby. The organized, always has a plan, is prepared weeks in advance teacher, wasn't ready to give birth 4 weeks early. Oh well. As they wheeled me to my L&D room I asked if we had to start the epidural procedure all over again. I had just had fluids and given blood five hours ago so can't we just use that? Ahh, No. But they did give me something wonderful in the mean time and the last thing I clearly remembered was them telling me that whatever they were giving me, would make me tired and to let it. Done deal. I fell asleep immediately. I would wake up every now and then when they would come in & check me, but until the epidural came, I was out. When they came in for the epidural I remember feeling drunk. I told the nurse I could see her but nothing felt real. It was like I was dreaming. I also cheered for the anesthesiologist when he came in with my shot. You can take the girl out of cheerleading but you can't take the cheerleader out of the girl. I also let the nurse know that I really needed to go to the bathroom. She told me to just wait. I never felt the epidural go in (I was seriously drugged), could hear people around me, but didn't realize I had a catheter, but I do know I informed the nurse shortly after that I didn't need to go to the bathroom anymore. 😊 She informed me that she knew. Lol Lord I was a hot mess. I fell back asleep and for the exception of them having to move me from one side to the other because of Palmer's heart rate dropping from time to time, I didn't wake up until 5:00 when they came to check me again. {Side note, with the exception of my epidural, Mike slept the whole time.} Before I was checked, I asked if I was still having contractions. My nurse laughed and told me I was progressing beautifully. Y'all, seriously, if you have the option for an epidural, DO IT. Don't try to prove something, be pain free. Ain't no one got time for that kind of pain if it can be avoided. So I was at 8 cm & they told me they were going to break my water & that it would still be a little bit before I would deliver & that my doctor (who came on at 7) would most likely get to deliver me. At 5:30 they broke my water, at 6:10 they checked me & I was at 10. Not only was I at 10, but my nurse had Palmer's head in her hand. Yeah. So they cancelled my ice chips (I was drinking water at 6:08, didn't realize I couldn't so they ordered some ice chips) & called for the delivery team. Stat. Within seconds, there were so many people in my room, I was still in a small daze (I quickly woke up) I was prepped, Mike was texting four family, my work & maybe some friends(?). At 6:30 I started pushing, went through 6 contractions & at the last second of 6:53, Palmer Allen Newell was born. All I could do was pray that he would cry (thanks Grey's Anatomy) & he did. He was here, and crying, and tiny, and gross (sorry but babies immediately after birth are gross). They put him on me and wiped & wrapped him up. And then started doing other clean up things. Here's the thing, I've never had a baby, never been in the room with someone while giving birth, so I was new at this. But I kept looking at the nurse wondering why I had him. Doesn't he need to be weighed and all of that stuff? Apparently that's not done immediately following birth, again thanks TV. So I held him, wished him a Happy Birthday & realized the team was still in the room. Oh crap! I still have that other stuff to do. So I asked and nope. All done. I know not all births are like this. And I know that if we have another baby, it may be completely different. But dang.
So there we were, officially Newell Party of 3. They did eventually weigh him (I may have been persistent. I wanted to know how big he was. 5.11, 19 in, aka teeny). I'll spare you the glory details that followed, but I did almost pass out when they tried to make me walk. Very shortly after, family started arriving, we were moved to our new room & our new life started. I hope to never forget that day and the week leading up to it. #thanksblogger Becoming a mom has been my biggest blessing. But watching Mike become a dad, has been even better. But that's a story for another day 😊
Here are pictures of our first few days as a family of 3! Enjoy!
XOXO
Sweet Newborn Baby
Mike holding Palmer (he held him more those first two days then I did)
You'd think he was up all night in labor or being born. I think he also slept more than me.
Officially #Newellpartyof3
My sweet baby boy. Our first selfie.
I think the SM was really 9m. His going home outfit was a tad to big. 
So we went with Plan B: A gown. Which was still to big.
My glow worm sitting criss cross applesauce. Our first night at home.
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