Weston's Baby Story!

Flowers I got during my hospital stay

Last Thursday morning, October 13, I noticed that I didn't feel well. I have always been induced with my babies, so I didn't quite know what I was looking for when it came to going into labor on my own. I was expecting Hollywood, so I was expecting my water bursting everywhere to cue me in that my baby was coming. Steve had just left for work and I was feeding my kids breakfast when all of a sudden I was hit by a doubling over contraction! But, see, there was no rushing water geysers bursting so all I thought was, "Well, that hurt!" I figured that since I already had plans for my doctors appointment an hour later, I would ask him his thoughts. But, then I got pounded again. This time I collapsed on the floor in pain and it lasted a good 30 seconds. I now was sure this wasn't normal so I got my bag packed and rushed the kids to go. Looking back, I find it hilarious that I threw some laundry in the dryer and went in search of the kids missing sweatshirts, all in between kill me now contractions. We finally made it out to the car and as I am driving off to drop the kids off at my sisters, I double over again. I decided, FINALLY, to call Steve and tell him that I was 90% sure that I was in labor. He asked if he should come and pick me up and I assured him, "No, I am fine! I will drop the kids off and then I will meet you at St. Marks." As we drove, I stopped feeling contractions and decided that I had for sure been dramatic. All of a sudden I was hit with the most intense contraction so far. I was sent into a scream. Bo started crying in the back seat and Mia thought it was hilarious. Apparently she thought I was being a bit dramatic.

Fine one minute, dying the next!

I made it to St. Marks and cute Steve was outside waiting for me. Luckily he was already at St. Marks for work that morning, so when I called, he was there and prepared! I was admitted and was dilated to 4 and a half. I have a history of really long labors, so my doctor had me walk around the hospital for an hour. That was so hard! Steve had me power walking around St. Marks and every minute and a half I had to stop for a contraction. So bizarre for me! But, it did work. When I got checked after my walk I was at a 5 and a half and at that point, my body really felt like it was in full swing! It started to really become miserable! I didn't have my epidural yet and I could really feel my body getting ready. The pain was seriously unbearable. It's one of those pains you can't describe! When she checked me about a half hour later I was to a 7 and she went to go and get the anesthesiologist for my epidural. Really, looking back, it was unnecessary because I was moving way too fast, but I was desparate and had him do it anyway. I think I squoze Steve's hands so hard that I broke his bones, poor guy! It was pain at an extreme and all during the time that I was getting that epidural, I knew that I had shifted to a ten. She checked and I was right! Within 10 minutes and 4 pushes, my baby made his entrance into the world! He is perfect! He was my smallest baby by far, but he was also 2 weeks early! Once again, I am blown away by how much I can adore another person! He is amazing and we are beyond happy!

Weston Jeffrey Tate . 12:29 pm . 7 pounds 14 ounces

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