Why do I have cramps...I'm pregnant

I woke up early on Sunday for my usual middle of the night pregnancy bathroom run. I got back in bed and it was around 5am.

I was awoken by a very familiar yet unfamiliar feeling. It felt like menstrual cramps, but stronger! "Ehh it's probably nothing. Maybe a Braxton hick contraction" I thought to myself. Then it happened again...and again...and again! These cramps were not letting me sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes and started to drift away, I would wake up with a pain in my belly.

Being the googler that I am, I decided that I would Google it and see what the World Wide Web had to say about what I was feeling. I didn't want to believe that I was having contractions. I mean, hello, I still had 5 more weeks until my little guy was supposed to enter this world. Not to mention, I just had my baby shower the day before!

Well, after hours of not sleeping 8:00 o'clockish rolled around and I finally decided to get out of bed. I knocked on my brother and his wife's door. The first thing they said was "Go back to your room!" So I knocked again and said "it's me". They thought I was one of the boys waking up way too early for a Sunday morning.

The words that I didn't think I'd be saying for a few more weeks came out of my mouth, "I think I need to go to the hospital."

With that said Claudia, my sis-in-law, and I were off to the hospital. I left the house thinking "I am NOT having this baby now!" On the way to the hospital I kept feeling those weird cramps about every 10 minutes.

We got to the hospital around 9:30ish and I was taken up to labor and delivery to be monitored. The nurse (Torrie, she was so nice) checked me...I was 3 centimeters dialeted...OMG...didn't expect that. And so, my journey began.




Then I was given morphine so that I could rest and not be bothered by the contractions.

I was determined to not have this baby. My little boy still had growing to do!



I was still pretty drugged up when my two buddies came to visit me.



Dee managed to capture me in the midst of a contraction.



I hadn't eaten in hours and being pregnant, it felt like days! So I asked the nurse if she I could finally eat. Hospital food never tasted so good!


After hours of contractions and pain, I was five centimeters dialated. At that point, the doctor decided to give me medication to try and stop the contractions. And it didn't work, although one of the dumb nurses tried to tell me otherwise. I was keeping track of my contractions on my own because the monitors seemed to be having issues picking them up. I managed to find a contraction application on my G1 phone :)

Another nurse came in and told me that they were going to send me home. She said I might be back in two hours though. OK, I'm thinking "then why the heck send me home I live 40 minutes away!!!"Something told me that wasn't a great idea. So I told her and she went and spoke to the doctor and they decided to admit me and pop my water. I got moved to the labor and delivery.

I was so scared for what was to come. Especially after my water was broken because at that point there was no turning back. Before that, my brother gave me a blessing which brought much needed comfort to me.

Pretty much signing my life away.








At six centimeters dialeted, I finally decided to get the epidural. With my luck, the anesthesiologist was called to a C-section and I would have to wait atleast an hour before getting my pain relief! So we decided to go on a walk.



So he finally came and I was scared to death because I had to stay still for the epidural. Even worse I had to be bent over. I was crying like a baby. Three contractions! That's how many I had while I was getting the huge needle put in my back. Little did I know that the guy missed the first time and that's why it was taking forever.

Ahhhh relief! I mean, I couldn't feel my legs but still RELIEF!

The moment came - 10 centimeters dialated. Time to push.



Kameron came into this world on April 19th, 2010. 5 lbs 6 ounces 18 1/2 inches at about 3am.


He had respiratory issues the first few hours he was here on this earth and the doctor's were considering sending him up to the Children's hospital if it didn't get better.




But little did they know my little guy is a trooper and he was off the machines and doing great in an hour or so.





Nice to meet you little guy. I'm your mom and I love you.

Here I am...blogging

SO...I've decided to start a blog. I've always wanted to start one of these things, but for some reason never have until now! It's the perfect time. I'm on maternity leave and there's many life changes going on. The last 4 weeks of mi vida have taken me for a ride. I had my little boy 5 weeks early. Whether I was ready or not, he was ready to come into the world. Now I'm not just Milly anymore, but I'm Milly Kameron's mom. Life as I knew it has changed dramatically.

For starters, I've had to figure out how many things I can do while feeding baby Kameron - a daunting task at first, but I think I'm starting to get the hang of it (I'm typing this post as I feed him!). For seconds, leaving the house has become an adventure. Traveling with a car seat is not the easiest thing in the world I'll tell ya that much! A trip to walmart has become A TRIP TO WALMART. Meaning, I better remember everything I needed or else who knows when I'll get it.


Well, there's more where that came from so I'll keep it short and simple. Until next time the adventures of Milly continue...scratch that out...the adventures of Milly and Kameron continue.