My "STAR" is born!

July 29th 2010 was the best day in my life…besides September 23, 2009. Those two dates will always hold something very special and deep in my heart.
Here is why 7*29*2010 holds a place in my heart.





I turned 39 weeks today. Me and my boyfriend were sitting around fixing our internet connection. ( We had awful internet for the past 3 weeks, and to beat it all my charger was broke on my laptop.) We get a text on our cell phone about a SUV we have been looking into getting and the guy told us to hurry fast for this great offer. So I texted my mom to see if she would come up and let us use her car and watch Livi while we go look at the vehicle. So I get dress, turn my camera on and take my weekly pregnancy photo and then sat down and waited til my mom showed up.
My mom arrived at 4:45 p.m. and me and Greg headed out. (On the way out the door, my mom said I hope on Monday, your doctor says your about to have a baby…because I want to meet my grandson. I just kinda chuckled.) Greg and I are on the interstate and we are just talking about how exciting things are going to be when our son gets here, how our daughter will be a big sister, plans for the upcoming years, and etc. All of a sudden I told Greg that I had a period like cramp…but I don’t think it’s a contraction…as I never felt them before, so wouldn’t know what to expect. But we just left it at that. I start dazing out the window trying to think, hmm was that pain I felt a contraction? And out of nowhere, I hear this loud sound…and I was like what could it be….Greg is putting his window down, and the noise gets louder, I turn my head very slowly to look out the driver side window and a Lamborghini LP640 charcoal grey passes us! OH MY! I am in love with that car…hahah I joked and said we should follow that person instead of looking at the SUV. We continued on our journey though. Again…I had another one of those sharp cramps…still didn’t phase me.
We arrive at the car lot, and to our knowledge…since we got stuck in downtown 5 o’clock traffic we were 5 minutes too late and they just sold the car we were going to look at. The sales person was like, you guys can look at anything else on our lot for the inconvenience. So we walked around looking at vehicles we potentially might like. I then looked at Greg and said, wow..I got another one of those cramps… and then he got a concerned look on his face and asked me; “Awna are you sure those aren’t contractions?” I responded back with, I don’t think so, I don’t know what contractions feel like. Well we then headed inside the car lot to have them start the financing process. As we are sitting there filling out the paperwork, I said oh my, I just got another one…Greg was like Awna that isn’t too far off from when you had that last one 10 minutes ago, I think they are contractions. I proceeded to say Greg, I’m fine…don’t’ worry about me…if I think its serious, I’ll let you know. The lady looks up, and says when are you due, and I told her next Thursday, August 5th. She then says (in a joking way) and your having contractions, please don’t have a baby right here…I dunno if I could handle that.

I grab the cellphone and start timing these period like cramps and they are coming every 7 minutes at this point…its been going on for probably an hour and half now…and then I had one super close to the last one…3 minutes apart! Greg was like, alright Awna that’s it. We are headed to the hospital, call your mom and tell her we are on our way to get them, and see if she will pack some of your clothes. (YES, I ADMIT…I DID NOT HAVE MY BAGS PACKED!) So were walking outside, and I’m opening the car door and I have another cramp… this time is was an unbearable one, one that made me drop some tears. A lady come outside to smoke a cigarette stops us, (we look like we are in a hurry too) and she says wow, you guys are probably bout to have a baby! Greg is like yes, we are trying to leave now, and the lady keeps on talking and talking and saying she is so happy and how cool this is, and Greg is like look we gotta go. We are driving and they are coming every 3-5 minutes now, and I’m anticipating the drive back to our house, and then to drive to the hospital.
Finally we made it back to the house, Greg runs upstairs to get Livi, my mom and sister and the bags.

Finally everyone is in the car, and we are heading out. As we get on the main street, I see a UPS truck and I said, wow, now they are gonna deliver my computer charger and we aren’t gonna be there. Greg is like would you like me to turn around and get it, I said yeah, because I need it! So he does a U-turn and headed back to the apartment, and the UPS guy stops and another building first…I said run and catch him there, and tell him to hurry! The guy rushes down to his truck and hands Greg the package, and then we finally headed to the hospital. We have speed bumps in our complex and when we went over one…it was NOT comfortable. I admittedly felt pressure! I said I feel as if I’m going to throw up! I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t focus on anything anymore. These contractions were horrible and I felt like I had to pee with each one. I told my mom that I feel I’m gonna pee on myself and she told me that my water is probably about to break.

We finally made it downtown and arrive at the ER part of the hospital, and Greg ran in to see where I needed to go. They told us to drive to the parking garage and go to the fourth level and that is the women’s maternity. We made it up there, and they get me out of the car, and I couldn’t walk! I had so much pressure, I had to pee SO bad. Greg went to park the car, my mom ran in the hospital to get a wheelchair and my sister is holding Livi who is looking at me all concerned. A lady gets out of her car and asks if I need help, and if I wanted to lean on her car, she’ll help me… I told her I couldn’t move, so she just held me up until my mom arrived with the wheelchair. Then my mom comes out, they are helping me in the chair and another lady walks up and says I’m a nurse, just breathe hun. Everything everyone is telling me is going in one ear and out the other… They push me in and get to admitting…the lady is asking me all kinds of questions and I can’ t answer anything, I couldn’t think.. let alone remember to even breathe. I am really LOUD…not cursing or anything, but just making sounds and saying I have to pee extremely LOUD! (I felt so bad, because there was a group of ladies doing a tour of the hospital when they are ready for their little ones to come, and I probably made their experience uhm a little better. Right?)

The lady from admitting told my mom to stay and finish doing the little paperwork they had to do, Greg and I was being pushed into the triage room to see if I was dilating. The triage nurse asked for me to leave a sample in a cup and then put the gown on and she will be in to check me. It took me forever to crawl out of my clothes even with Greg’s help…let alone to walk into the bathroom. Finally I made it in there, and I’m leaning on the sink....I couldn’t stand up straight for anything. I keep telling Greg I have to pee, but I can’t…it won’t come out… I’m sitting on the toilet, trying so HARD to pee, and it hurts…and I just felt too much pressure. I must have had a look on my face that took my breathe away, because Greg ran out of the room and yelled for the nurse! She said, okay hun lets get you to the bed so I can check you…I got in the bed and she said, “No wonder you couldn’t pee! Your 9 cm dilated and your baby is right here in the way, and all that pressure is him. We need to get you to L&D right now, we are already behind schedule.” As they are wheeling me down the hall, my mom is like what’s the verdict…and Greg is like baby is coming now, she is 9 cm!

I get into the labor and delivery room and they are trying to get me to roll onto the other bed, and I am not budging. Contractions every 2 minutes, and so much pressure… I told them there is no way! Haha but I made it. They started my IV; which I didn’t feel that going in my arm, or I just had so much other pain that nothing even mattered. She asked if I wanted and epidural and I said YES without a delay. I just wanted to relieve the pressure of me having to pee so bad, so I can at least focus on what is going on…I mean everything is happening so fast! The anesthesiologist arrived within 5 minutes of them asking. They asked everyone to leave the room except Greg. They were working fast. I was just focused on the clock, thinking this is all gonna pass soon. At 8:00 is when they cleared the room, then 8:05 I was sitting up with my hips aligned and my back straight…and hearing them talk to me about what they were doing, telling me when I’m going to feel the sting, and the tube going in, and the pressure… I just left everything in God’s hands and just continued to stare at the clock. Finally they were done and they told me that they gave me the dose that works extra fast, and that I shouldn’t feel anything here soon. I said its finally relieving some pressure. That was at 8:25. My mom, sister and Livi finally came back in the room, and the on-call doctor came in, and the nurse said its GO TIME! I said right now!?!?? She said yes. I began to push. The doctor said he has a lot of hair. I continue to push, and feel the pressure of his head, it was half way out…and then took a breathe and pushed again…last push and all the pressure is gone and my little star is placed on my chest and I’m in love all over again.



Our little prince was born at 8:36 p.m.
8 pounds 6 ounces 19 inches long
4 hours of labor and 2 pushes.



Our first photo of being a family of four! :]