Currently craving…newborn snuggles. But not just any newborn, this one in particular, the first baby I ever delivered. The first diaper I ever changed, the first little boy I ever fell in love with. Yes I am craving my little Hudsy Boo Boo.
Last night right before I went to bed. Hudson crept in my room turned on my lamp and sang his preschool graduation song to me, which I had never heard him sing before. He did it in the cutest little voice while doing sign language to What a Wonderful World. -I’ll try to get it on snapchat if he does it again for me before the big day.
In the middle of the night my husband woke me up because I was crying in my sleep. I always have the wildest dreams while pregnant, but never have I ever vocally cried in my sleep.
I was dreaming of having my last baby, which will be happening here shortly, I remember crying (apparently in real life too) as the nurses were wheeling me out of the hospital while l was holding my new babies car seat. -I may be foreseeing the future here- between my Hudson singing his preschool “swan song” to me, and my dream about my last baby, I have been one pile of mush and have been thinking of the first time I ever became a mother.
Today I am writing down Hudson’s birth story, not because it’s his birthday, but because a. I never have, I didn’t have a blog when he was born, b. he is at the age where he not only understands there’s a baby inside my stomach, but that he was once in there too – and with that comes LOTS of questions – some I answer and some we’ll discuss at a later date 😉 😉 & c. because the saying is so true, there is nothing like your first, and I never want to forget the day I delivered my little Hudson.
September 11, 2011 – Hudson’s due date
August 27, 2011 – We go up AF canyon, I feel my first EVER contraction. It takes my breath away to the point where I can’t talk.
August 28, 2011 – I get out of bed and my pants become wet.
I jump in the shower.
It’s a Sunday so I put on a dress and start doing my hair.
It happens again.
I’m standing in a puddle of water.
I call for Dallin. Dallin looks at all the water grabs a big towel gets on all fours starts wiping it all up underneath my legs etc.
He hops in the shower. Because it happened one more time while he was in that vulnerable position.
We are both officially scared and excited.
We know what this all means.
I pack, I hadn’t done this yet I thought I had a few more weeks.
Dallin tells me to lay on the couch with my feet up. I tell him no we are going to the hospital.
I eat a ton of dutch oven cobbler from the night before with ice cream (this was going to be my last meal pregnant I was going to make it a good one). Plus I heard as soon as you get in the hospital you can’t eat, so I made sure I wasn’t going to be hungry.
Sitting on a whole bunch of beach towels we head to the hospital. I still can’t feel a single contraction.
I get hooked up to the monitor, it says I am having contractions, but I honestly can’t feel them. I reject the epidural bc I am not in a slight amount of discomfort other than when they check me. I’m dilated to a six now and the anestialogist comes back in and tells me this is my last chance for an epidural.
I turn him away thinking I could do this natural.
I feel another gush of water, and the biggest contraction ever, actually, I had like three right in a row. I was bawling. And my nurse ran for the anestisologist, I finally got the epidural. They check me about 20 mins later and I am a 9.
In comes the dr. Up come the stirrups. I nervously watch the nurse prepare a tray with all sorts of tools on it. It starts thundering and lightning really loud outside. I couldn’t stop shaking because I am so dang nervous. And then out of no where, in comes my mom. She was shocked to see me like this, she was told I had already had the baby. She turned to leave, but I begged her to stay. She made me feel calm.
I started to push and Hudson was here!
I was told to push again. The thought of twins crossed my mind, forgetting about the placenta. And then the rest of my family, well those that lived in Utah at the time, came rushing in. This is a memory I will always hold dear to my heart and cherish forever!
I can’t wait to do this one more time. Sometimes I feel like I got my family here so fast, and when I look back I wish I could do it all over again and have individual time with each one of my children again. I love this homemade little video, I loved having my family escpecially my mom there with me <Hudson was her first birth she ever witnessed, out of 27 grandchildren> which I think is pretty special, and I just love that when ever Hudson hears these songs on the radio he says “these are my songs”.
I never want to forget the day I became a mom, and the day I got to meet my Hudson!
My life is pretty crazy right now, but I always try to take the time to document the little things. Because one day my kids will be grown and all I’ll get to do is to look back on the memories we made.
This is why I started to blog, and a huge reason why I continue to do so.