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The Birth of Gunnar M Schwemmin
The story really starts on August 3, 2014. This feeling came over me in the evening that I needed to have everything in place for the baby. I needed the house put together, his stuff ready, everything in its place. Kevin decided to take his teacher's extension so he didn't finish his homework. I told him he should finish it if he could. He asked "why? Do you know something?" I said no, that we just needed to not put stuff off any more...
I woke up at 2am with cramping. I googled "thrid trimester cramping" and figured it was Braxton-Hicks contractions. Yay! Things were starting! I could have a baby by the end of the week! I decided to go back to sleep and call my doctor in the morning. At 4am I had to go to the bathroom. Something came out that was unusual. I googled "mucus plug" which confirmed that I lost mine. Awesome! I was definitely going to have a baby by the end of the week! I went back to sleep. Thirty minutes later I was running to the bathroom. I sat down and my water broke. This is when I started to freak out. There was no doubt about it, I was in labor! I sat there for a few minutes calming my self down and trying to make sure that it really was my water breaking. Yes, there could be no doubt! But how was I going to get up and tell Kevin?! He was already getting ready for work and I couldn't move without making a mess. I remembered that my mom wrapped a towel around hereself and waited for my dad so I grabbed my least favorite beach towel and went to get Kevin. My contractions starting hurting now and Kevin heard me cry out a little and met me at the door. I said "I think my water broke". His eyes went wide and he started running around the house packing a bag for himself, grabbing my bag, dealing with the dogs... We finally got everything in the car and headed to the hospital.
We got there at 6am and the nice security guard wheeled me up to maternity while Kevin checked in. There weren't any LDR rooms available so I went into a triage room. There would be 7 rooms opening up later, so it wasn't going to be permanent. The midwife came and checked me around 10am and said I was 6cm dilated. We were all surprised to here that. I decided to get an epidural and when that was finished, they moved us to an LDR room. Then, I waited. And waited, and waited. The epidural had slowed down my labor and it took the rest of the day to get to 10cm. Finally I was able to start pushing. I pushed for three and a half hours with no progress. I was exhausted when the midwife said that he wasn't moving. I would need a C-Section. I was crushed. And scared. They wheeled me to OR. They started working on me, Kevin was holding my hand, I was so afraid, and the anesthesia wasn't working very well. The next thing I knew, I was cold and seeing colors. They had knocked me out. I started to wake up and heard sounds and commotion. I heard Kevin and the nurse calling my name but I couldn't see anything. My eyes weren't working right. I asked if the baby was ok over and over again and they said open your eyes, look at your baby. I started crying because I couldn't open my eyes. They put Gunnar on my chest and I couldn't see him. Kevin was there, I was still crying, but holding my baby. Finally, I could open my eyes and see him. And he was beautiful. But still didn't have a name. :)
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| First family photo! |
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