Ty's Birth Story

So life is a little crazy with a newborn, even though I feel like I hit the jackpot and this baby is false advertising because he is so easy.  Since I was overdue a week, there is a lot to this story... don't worry there isn't any gross details or pictures. 

There are probably 4 things that stand out to me as being the highlights of the entire process.  The first is right when my parents showed up and told us what my little sister Gabby said when she found out I was in labor.
Mom: Rachel is in labor, they admitted her to the hospital
Gabby: Yes! I knew it, my prayers were answered! Let me get dressed really quick so we can see the baby.

Mom: Well its going to take some time, she isn't ready yet
Gabby: Well I prayed for him to come tonight, but I guess I can live with around lunchtime.
I seriously love my little sister, she is so stinking funny sometimes.

2: While I was in labor, getting close to the end Mackenzie gets a frantic call from Jake who is stuck in the elevator.  No joke.  Of course it would happen to me, I get close to being done with the whole process and Jake is stuck in the elevator.  After 30 min and major help from my dad, he was freed! Luckily it gave me and all the nurses a good laugh.

3: Ty had his head faced the wrong way and was so incredubly stubborn that the entire time I was pushing the Dr. had to have his hand inside physically keeping his head turned the right way.  That was the moment I realized how in trouble I really am with this child.

4: I had always heard that everyone thinks that the hospital food is amazing right after they give birth and then the realize how awful it really is later.  Well this is a completely true fact.  After having Ty I ordered lunch and the entire time I ate it I told Jake that it was the most amazing pizza I had every tasted.  In true me fashion it didnt matter all that much because I proceeded to throw the entire meal up.  Like labor wasn't bad enough I was now also sick.  Then the next morning I ordered breakfast anticipating a meal that was equally as good as lunch only to take a bite and tell Jake that this food sucks.  He proceeds to tell me that lunch was as bad yesterday I just couldn't tell.  All in all, it was a wonderful experience and I am so glad to have little T here outside my belly than inside. 

One of the hardest parts about being pregnant was having 4 different due dates. We started out at the 30th, then moved to the 27th, then to the 21st and finally the 16th. Why did we keep moving up?  Because T was growing so fast and big.  Now I am grateful that they officially moved my due date to the 16th because it meant that I would have T before December was over but the downfall of moving your due date is that you get it in your head that come that d-day you should definitely no longer be prego.  That is what I did.  I was convinced that I would not go past the 16th because that was my due date (never mind the fact that it was originally and really around the 27th). After I finshed school the 9th I did everything in my power to get this baby here on my own.  I literally became a crazy, psycho prego lady.  I did jumping jacks, and danced on the wii, I hate the hottest hot sauce I could find, bounced on those exercise balls and did a weird trick where you sit on coffee... Nothing worked.  Each day passed and I was still prego and still having absolutely zero contractions, I wasn't even having the fake ones.  As time went on I became more crazy as I thought I might have to be prego forever.  Now the hard part is that I knew all the stuff about babies coming when they are ready, and yada yada.  However I hit that point at the end where I was completely sick of being prego and just wanted to meet my little T already.     

I went to my Dr. appointment on my actual due date with the dream that my water my randomly break while there (so convenient) and the anticipation that it really didnt matter what happened because my doctor said she would induce on the 23rd... then my Dr. dropped a bomb and said I had made basically no changes from last week and she wouldn't induce till the 27th now.  Worst thing you could ever tell a prego lady is that she has to stay prego for almost another week.  I literally cried the entire way home and none of my old tricks of powered donuts or 99 cent cheeseburgers from McDonalds would help. So after buying a large diet coke and crying to Jake I became even more super crazy (if that is possible).  I was determined that by the time I went to see my Dr on the 20th that I would be in labor.  So I doubled all my previous activities and added walking at least 30 min every morning.  I even tried bribing the nurse at the hospital during my non-stress stress on the 18th to see if she would admit me and induce me.  Apparently thats illegal... but I was an overdue, crazy prego lady who just wanted to meet her little baby.  I then was naive enough to think that when I went back to my Dr. on the 20th that she would say that last week was just a joke and she was inducing me asap.  Unfortunately she let me know there was still no change from Friday and that she wished there would have been because she would have induced us tomorrow. This caused another meltdown as she repeated the worse words to say to a prego lady. 

I decided that I was tired of acting like a crazy person and so after spending the day with my family, I asked Jake for a blessing.  I knew that I wanted to enjoy the time I had with my family instead of trying every old tale about inducing labor.  What I wasn't expecting was the blessing that I received.  It brought a ton of comfort as two things stood out.  The first was that I was overdue for my own benefit.  That this was a trial that I needed to learn that not everything goes the way I plan it, or happens at the time I plan it... So I learned my lesson quickly, stop being a control freak.  The second thing was that I was told that Ty was surrounded by family and was receiving needed instruction and that when he was finished being taught what he needed to help him succeed in this life that he would come.  So needless to say it was a little hard for me to be frustrated that he wasnt here yet.  It is hard to argue or be angry when you are told something as wonderful as that.  It also made me realize that babies really do come when they are ready.  So I decided to enjoy the time with my family and wait till T was ready.

Well like I said earlier I didnt have a single contraction till the night I went to the hospital. Dec 22, while drinking hot coco with my family, looking at the lights at "This Is The Place" park in salt lake I started having my first contractions.  I didnt say anything to Jake until we were on our way home and they were coming every 10 min.  Jake and I ended up going to the hospital around 12:30, after an hour of waiting (worst hour ever) they finally admitted me and gave me an epidural.  I seriously dont know how women do it with out the epidural... props to you, I definitely needed the drugs.  While I was getting the epidural Jake called both of our parents to tell them that I was admitted.  My parents and sister ended up showing up around 4 am.  Which was amazing.  Orginally I thought that I wanted it to be just Jake and me, but that would have been the longest labor of my life if my family wouldn't have shown up.  I realized that when I am in serious pain or discomfort I do no talk.  I want to just listen to other people talk but I dont want to say a word.  Therefore it was great that my family showed up so that Jake had people to talk to him and rescue him from the elevator.  It was so nice to listen to everyone tell stories and joke while helped distract me and take up the time.  At noon I was ready to start pushing and at 12:37 little Ty was born.  I give props to my sister Gabby who called the time.

Although being overdue was awful, everything seemed to disappear as soon as Ty was here and I was holding him.  From day one he has never really cried.  I dont know how we got so lucky but there is nothing as sweet as holding an innocent little child.  I think the thing that hit me the most was I instantly understood how my parents feel about me.  Its impossible to hold your own child and not know how your parents feel about you.  Its one of the many blessings that comes from having a little baby.