This is how it happened

Okay. Logan’s asleep, Nate’s off watching March Madness (shoot I should check to see if BYU won or not) and he took the other kids, BLESS HIM, so I’m going to take a moment to myself and blog. Which is really REALLY dumb cause I know I should be sleeping since I got so little last night (it was pretty bad. Lots of crying. Oh, and Logan cried, too.) but whatever.

So I know everyone is just on the edge of their seats, waiting to find out what happened after the whole “stripping the membranes” thing. And if not I'm writing about it anyway so too bad! So, you're thinking it must have worked, right, cause Logan was born the next day! Uh, yeah. It didn’t work like it did with Jenna and Carter. I was SO SO depressed. Nate kept laughing at me because I kept complaining that I WASN’T IN PAIN. I waited and waited for contractions to come. So the next morning when I still felt fine, I was so mad. I know the doctor told me I could still go have my water broken. But I was SO MAD. I'm NOT an aggressive person, I don't initiate things I wait till they happen to me. I was very conflicted. I didn’t want to go start labor, I wanted it to happen to ME like it had before. Finally I just called the hospital and told them my doctor had said I could go in and have my water broken. They’re like, “Uh... yeah, your doctor has to do it, we just don’t... do it. Unless you said you were in labor or something.” DARN! But THEN she said, “Oh but do you know what, your doctor is actually here right now doing a C-section, I’ll have him call you.” So he called a second later and I said, “Nothing’s happening. It didn’t work!!” And he said, “Well, do you want me to break your water? What do you think?” And that's all it took, it was just too tempting.

So we went to the hospital and I felt just SO weird on the way there. Just cause with Jenna and Carter, the hospital drive was so different, what with me having horrible contractions and feeling like I was dying... this was like, tra-la-la, let’s go to the hospital. I felt like a CHEATER!! Is that so weird I wanted to be in pain? I guess. Anyway so we get there and wait for the doctor and as I’m laying there for an hour, contractions start coming consistently and were starting to REALLY HURT. I was like, okay maybe it DID work and I just wasn't patient enough. This way was just faster! And so I became at peace with my decision to go to the hospital.

So my water was broken at 12:25, the contractions got 50 times more painful, I got the epidural, hallelujah, and an hour later I was still dilated to a 4, so they gave me the tiniest bit of Pitocin and checked me an hour later and was at a 10, YES!!!! They got me all ready and after 2 pushes his head was out, yeah it was like the easiest thing EVER!!! I felt so WEIRD cause I felt so GREAT! Let me put it in perspective... we got to the hospital at 11:20ish a.m., and had Logan at 2:59, so not even 4 hours, right? Okay, with Jenna, I PUSHED, JUST PUSHED, for over 4 hours. I’m talking PURE PUSHING. Like, sure I was in labor ALL DAY but then I BEGAN pushing at 10 p.m. with her, and PUSHED AND PUSHED until she was born, 2:16 a.m. In that amount of time I'd labored and had Logan. Isn’t that CRAZY!!!! I felt and looked like DEATH after Jenna was born it was the hardest thing I’d ever done. Carter, I pushed for 10 minutes. And here comes Logan, pop, I’m out! Weird, weird.

Man it was so awesome. There’s nothing like hearing that first cry. Nate says it’s made HIM cry every time. It’s that moment when I realize YES I HAVE been carrying a little human inside of me all that time! It’s REAL! He’s REAL! Then they plop him on my lap all gooey and slippery and purple and beautiful and I think, HE WAS JUST IN MY STOMACH!!!! HOW the heck does it work!!!! It’s amazing. I love my little Logan and am so so so grateful to have him. He’s so tiny and sweet. And even though I feel like I’m about to split apart every time I sit down and I hobble around like a little old lady and I am SOOOOOO LACKING SLEEP and even though nursing is going HORRIBLY! ! ! ! ! (more on that later I know you’re dying to hear me vent on THAT subject, so be warned. let's just say it does not get easier with each child) life is good. I love my sweet babies.