If you haven’t read the first part, read it here. It’s about 11 pm the nurses come back, check me and I’m ready. Fully dilated. They say don’t push because we don’t want to have to catch. Just as things are being moved on to my bed to move me, my blood pressure goes crazy. The next thing I know, I’m saying I feel like I’m going to throw up. Someone hands me one of those handy green collapsible bags. Off to the OR. I want to make a note …
So here I am just over 3 years later wishing I’d done a better job of keeping a journal because well life helps you forget all the little details. For the last 3 years I’ve been telling myself I’d get around to writing down the story of the boys birth. Because it was a crazy 2 days and I want to remember as many details as I can. I’m not going to get into the details of the pregnancy because to be honest we were happy for about 10 weeks. …