After we arrived back home Saturday night, contractions continued unabated. Sara came over and watched Uncle Buck with me while Jesse took a nap. I tried unsuccessfully to get a bit of sleep myself, and we headed to the hospital a little after midnight.
The rest of the night/morning were not so fun for me, and by the next morning around 8:00 or 9:00 I didn't have much endurance left. We decided that after 30 hours of continual labor with no sleep and little food, an epidural was a great option. I was disappointed not to be able to continue with an unmedicated birth, but so relieved to be able to rest a little!
Here's Jesse enjoying some of that relief:
It is at this point in our story that I would like to pause for a moment and explore a small detail. Notice the nice gray University of Portland shirt my husband is wearing.
Now let's go back and observe some of Tobin's friday night birthday festivities:
Above, you'll see Jesse dancing with Tobin's friend's mom.
And here's some of the aftermath.
It was a busy weekend.
Fast forward back to Sunday. After I took a quick little nap, some more things happened, and as it turned out I needed an emergency c-section. Thankfully, the midwife/doctors were able to foresee this and thoroughly prepare for it ahead of time, so it wasn't a shock to me and didn't feel so frightening. It was definitely a very strange experience, though.
Our baby girl was born around 1:45 in the afternoon on our first wedding anniversary.
She needed a little help with breathing right at first, but was doing just fine before long.
...and Uncle Tim...