I remember the day I found out I was pregnant like it was yesterday....one of those days that are so clear in your mind. I was never really a crier or particularly emotional but that day someone at work upset me, it was nothing really but the flood gates opened. I couldn't stop crying ....it was ridiculous! I remember calling my sister Beth and telling her what happen at work and that I couldn't stop crying and being confused by it. She said get a pregnancy test I bet you are pregnant....sniff, sniff sniff okay and I did and I was. I was shocked we had been trying for a long time and just like that I was pregnant. We were so happy and scared.
At the time we had bought a little house and were remodeling it after work and weekends all the while we lived in the basement. Our kitchen consist of a microwave and refrigerator. We ate out almost every night, healthy things like burgers and fries, soup and bagels. I grew like a house!
My pregnancy was exhausting, I worked full time mostly on my feet. I remember coming home every night to crash on the bed, while my husband worked feverishly after work on the house. The day after we put the dishes away in our new kitchen I went into labor, two weeks early.
We lived down the street from the hospital, how convenient right! I went into labor on a Friday at a restaurant far away from said hospital. Didn't even get my meal. I remember my husband driving like a bat out of hell (what does that even me) to the hospital and we went rushing in. Well everyone in SLC was also there waiting to give birth and they did not have a room for me. Well to say I went a little "jersey" on them, meaning there might have been some language mixed in. They said I didn't look like I was in full labor to wait in the waiting room. WHAT!! So we waited and waited, the pain was all in my back I was pretty sure death was knocking at my door. My husband ask again and finally they put us in a room, well it was more like a storage closet. Seriously there were ladders, buckets and a bed with a dirty foot print on the bed....I went ballistic! They checked me and I was only at a 1 and my water had not broke. The nurse was like okay listen you can stay here as in here in the closet and have no food and wait. Or you can have a shot of morphine and go home and eat something take a warm bath and wait. I took door number two!
For the next two days I would have the most painful back pains, go to the hospital and be sent home once again. After all I was not due for two weeks, and most time I came marching in demanding to have this baby. All clear factors I was not in full labor to the nursing staff. Fast forward to Monday morning intense pains and contractions so intense...I was having this baby.
I was admitted into a nice birthing room in the wee hours of the morning, demanding drugs asap! Long story short, drugs were given, drugs didn't work, I could still feel everything, no one believed me. There was screaming, yelling. begging, hair pulling, swearing like a sailor, pushing, panic,tearing and finally the Hoover sucked my baby out.
It was a GIRL....the joy and emotions, instant love. They placed her on me and seconds later whisked her away. Panic set in again as they work away, suctioning her and finally screams of my little girl. My husband and baby left for the nursery as my doctor went to work repairing the damage her exit cause.
I kept saying are you done yet? He would say not even close!
I believe I said "You will never see me here again!" , that was nothing like the video....she will be an only child!
That was the day I became a Mom.
It's also the day my husband's hair turned gray!
I remember that first night home with our baby and Dr. Spock book both of us looking at each other and back at Katelyn saying OMG now what!