As I said in Logan's birthday post, I am going to recount each of the boys' actual birth days this year to have record of it. My memory has already faded a lot, but I will always remember the days each of my children were born very vividly.
I don't really know quite where to begin with Preston's birth story. I thought I was in labor and was sent home from the hospital twice. I felt like a total idiot. I had already had two kids, it wasn't like I didn't know what labor felt like and was just overreacting to each little pain. I thought Preston would never come. Brayden and Logan were both born 3 days early, so that's what I expected with Preston, until I started having contractions two weeks early. Then all I could think about getting the baby out of my belly and into my arms.
The last time I was sent home from the hospital was on a Sunday morning. I was told to go home and get some rest. Ya right! Even if I could get comfortable enough to sleep, how was I supposed to sleep with all the emotions I had going on in my head? We still went to church and did our normal Sunday stuff. On Monday morning we had a few errands to run. At one store I just ran in to return something while Chris waited in the car with the boys. When I was walking to the register, I got a contraction so bad I had to stop walking, bend over a little and breathe. It hurt bad! But then that was it. For four hours.....
At 2 pm I started having very painful contractions, but they were still about 10-15 minutes apart. We were playing video games and I just stopped when necessary to breathe and whine. Chris asked a few times if I thought we needed to go to the hospital, but I refused to go to the hospital just to be sent home again, so I was determined to tough it out as long as possible to make sure it was really labor. At about 4 or so, I suggested maybe we should go for a walk to see if the contractions would really get going or not. And boy oh boy, did they! We walked about half a block before my contractions were coming every 1-2 minutes. I must've been such a sight to see, waddling down the street about 20 feet behind Chris and the boys and stopping every minute or two to breathe. I don't know how, but we made it home from the walk and my contractions were still coming hard and close together. My mom was going to be the one watching the boys, so we called her and she came over by about 5:30. When we got to the hospital about 6, they admitted me almost right away after just a few minutes of observation because they could tell I was definitely in a lot of pain and in "real" labor. I couldn't even put on the hospital gown without stopping every minute to get through a contraction.
Once I got upstairs to my L/D room, they started me right away on the IV for my epidural. If having two kids had taught me anything, it was that I definitely wanted an epidural again! I'm not a tough mama. There was kind of a scary moment with the epidural. If you've never had one, they always tell you all the risks and you have to sign this waiver saying you won't sue them if you become paralyzed or something. Kind of scary stuff, but it's the lesser of two evils at that point! Well, when the anesthesiologist was putting my epidural in, my legs started stinging really bad and I had a metal-y taste in my mouth. I just remember saying "ow, ow, ow" and he said "what, a contraction or the epidural?" I told him that my legs were hurting really bad and so he took it out and started over. The second time it went in just fine, praise God. We spent the next 4 or so hours just watching TV and discussing middle names (Chris still hadn't chosen the middle name, which was stressing me out big time!). I think Chris had dinner in there somewhere too. Right about 11 pm I started feeling the need to push, so the doctors came in and got everything ready. I remember having a student doctor that kept coming in to check on me throughout and I only saw the "real" doctor when it was time to deliver. When I had already been pushing a few times, I remember the "real" doctor telling the student doctor to turn Preston around on my next contraction so he was face down, and he was born about 3 minutes after that. I pushed for about 20 minutes total and Preston Carter Rozelle was born at 11:31 pm.
(And for those who were wondering, Sawyer was the other middle name we were deciding between.)
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