Dear Noah, the day of your birth, and the weeks following, are the happiest memories I have. I often find myself reflecting on those first moments with you feeling overcome with joy at being your mother. I thank Heavenly Father often for the sweet blessing he gave me on October 23rd.
Here is the story of your birth...
Your due date, October 18th, had come and gone and we were at yet another doctors appointment on the 22nd for an ultrasound. It was about 10:30 in the morning when we were told that we needed to deliver that day. (The placenta looked very "ripe", or ready to deliver, in the ultrasound.) We were told to go home and get our things together, have something to eat, and wait for a phone call from labor and delivery saying they are ready for us to come in. We were given an estimate of about 2-3 hours until they would be ready.
An induction was not how I had planned to go into this delivery. I was hoping to have an epidural free birth and I knew that would be much harder to do with a started labor. I was nervous as we drove home, even a little afraid. I was also very excited, this was the day we had been waiting for! The house was all ready to welcome home a new little member of our family, and I was ready to be a mother, but anxiety still worked its way in and I could not help but cry from all that I was feeling. I also knew that I should do my best to try to sleep until we were called in. It had been a very early morning and I knew that it would be a very long day. But sleep was not easily achieved with so much on my mind.
And so we waited. And waited. And waited. After about 4 hours I decided to call in and see how things were going. I was informed that it was a very busy day and that women kept coming in already in labor and that they needed to give them the available rooms. The told me to wait another 2 hours and then call back if I had not heard from them by then. This went on all day. We tried to make the most of it, going out to lunch (Great Harvest, yummy!) going to the store to buy a 0 candle, and taking it very easy at home. My mom came that evening to lend her help while we were in the hospital and for the first week of being home. She was so sweet to do that. I will forever be grateful for her help!
We were finally told to come in at 1 am on Tuesday the 23rd. It was so peaceful on the drive to the hospital. It seemed very surreal that we would not be returning home as a family of two anymore, but a family of three. Exhausted and still very anxious we arrived at Logan Regional Hospital, made our way to Labor and Delivery and got settled into our room. I was given some medicine to start the labor as well as a sleeping pill and was finally able to get some rest. This was going to be a long day.