Robbie is officially a week old! I figured now is better time than any to take down all the details of that amazing day (before I forget all the little things!) Don’t worry, I will spare all the gross parts…mostly because I could stand to forget those parts too.
So every Thursday night for the last 4 weeks, we’ve all gathered around a projector screen at the gym to watch the live announcement of the CrossFit open workout. This year is a little bittersweet, considering it wasn’t very practical for me to actually sign up and commit to all 5 weeks worth of workouts considering Robbie’s due date was smack dab in the middle of it all. To be honest, this last year I haven’t really been in the competitive spirit (which is weird for me, being an athlete most of my life). Looking back, it seems like it was the perfect timing to go through this pregnancy journey mentally and physically.
But back to Thursday nights. Last week, we had our final doctor’s appointment on Wednesday; Robbie’s due date. I had minor contractions the whole rest of the day, which seemed normal to me, as the same thing had happened following our previous two appointments. The following day I woke up and still felt them, only stronger. Everyone had told me that “I would know” if I were in labor…but apparently I have a high pain tolerance; I did not know I was in early labor. Naturally, my husband and I decided to go to the gym and get a quick rowing workout in before the Open announcement started at 5. We arrived, I was in slight pain (which must have been noticeable, as I was asked multiple times if I was ok) but decided to exercise through the contractions. I kept it nice and slow, keeping my able-to-have-a-conversation pace and managed to finish the workout. All our friends started to arrive, including my friend Sarah (who has been my go-to on everything pregnancy related) who pulled out a contraction timing app on my phone when she realized I was most likely in early labor.
We watched the Open announcement and timed my contractions, which were a consistent 4-5 minutes apart. I was still able to talk and move through them, so we decided to head home and let the dog outside one last time (and get some food in me; I was not about to go to the hospital on an empty stomach). About 30 minutes after we got home, we realized the pain was probably bad enough to validate a trip to the hospital. One thing you should know about me is that I’m slightly stubborn. I was not about to get sent home because I was being a big baby with the pain.
We checked in with the triage nurses around 8:30 pm and they set us up in a room and checked everything out. I was still only 2 cm dilated (which I had been for two weeks) so they sent us walking the halls. I was pretty determined to have this baby, so we “explored” the hospital for about an hour and a half. We returned to the room, re-checked things, and were far enough along to be admitted. This was music to our ears! The nurse decided to go ahead and insert the IV, which was pretty awful. I’ve never really had to be in the hospital for any reason, so all of this was new to me. Having something just poking into my arm freaked me out; it was about an hour before I could even look at my arm. The contractions were kind of the worst pain I’ve ever felt; hugging my husband was the only thing that really consoled me!
We moved to the delivery room, or should I say suite? TMC is amazing, and felt like a hotel! Even though I was only 3 cm dilated, they told me I could have the epidural if I wanted (yes, I definitely wanted it at this point). This was not a very pleasant process. I hate needles, and don’t react very well to someone telling me to sit perfectly still. The doctor was really nice and eventually got the job done in between contractions. After about 10 minutes, I felt absolutely no pain…it was awesome! It was also super late, about 1 or 2 am, so they told me to try and get some sleep (yea, right). This happened..for about 45 minutes. Between the machine taking my blood pressure every 5 minutes and the nurses coming in and out to check on me, there was no sleep to be had. Regardless, the night was actually going by really fast! It all felt pretty surreal; I was in pain for about 5 hours and then just hanging out waiting for my body to do it’s thing.
The nurses checked progress every once and a while, then all of a sudden he was ready to come out! Around 10:30 the nurse explained how the process was going to go, and we just went for it. I’m not going to lie, it really wasn’t that bad. Epidurals are amazing and I felt like I had full control over what was going on, just without the pain part. I was actually having conversations with everyone between contractions/pushing. 45 minutes later, Robbie was out in the real world! He came out crying, and as they held him up, we were amazed at how dang long he was. I think they cleaned him off a little…I don’t really remember what happened next, I was so fixed on our little boy! They set him on my chest, and it was just like everyone says; you never know just how much you can love someone until you have a child. What’s also true is the love between husband and wife; seeing the love on Nik’s face looking at Robbie made me the happiest girl in the world.
So here is our boy; he was 7 pounds, 9 ounces and 21 inches long. Picture perfect health and is the spitting image of his daddy :)