On the morning of April 1st I had my doctor visit. Before he checked me he asked if I wanted him to strip my membranes. I couldn't decided, because if it did help but not soon enough my doctor would be out of town. He was leaving in a week and would be gone for a week. But I decided to go for it and said yes. When he checked me he said I was 3cm and 60%! With my boys I hadn't ever been bigger then 1.5cm. I was really excited and thought that I might actually have this baby without having to be induced. And I really wasn't looking forward to being pregnant for two more weeks.
All that day I was feeling a little crampy and by 9pm I started to have contractions. It also started to rain just at that same time. The contractions weren't bad at first and I started writing how far apart they were after it had been 30 min and they hadn't gone away. The times were all over the place but after a while they started to get more painful and I started paying more attention to them. Finally they were about 9 min when I was laying down and relaxing (or trying to relax) and 4 min when I was up walking around. I didn't know if I should call the hospital or not and Chad and I finally decided to get ready for bed and if they started to get really bad or really close together we would call. But right before I got into bed they started to hurt really bad and I was almost crying they started to hurt. So we called the hospital and they said to come in and get checked to see if I was progressing. We called Chad's parents and decided to have his dad come sleep at our house and watch the boys. I was really really ready to go by the time he got here and the 10 min drive to the hospital was horrible.
Chad kept asking me if my water had broken and the answer was always no. And finally I was so frustrated with the question I was like I will be standing in a puddle of water if my water has broken. Well at that moment we were walking into the hospital in the rain and Chad told me "You are standing in a puddle of water" ha ha ha at the time it wasn't very funny and I was just very intent on getting in so that I could get my epidural.
When we got into the hospital and they checked me I was at 5cm and 90%! I was so happy that I had been progressing and then the nurse said that they needed to see that I was progressing and that because it was a new day April 2nd at 1:30am they couldn't just use the measurements from my apt the day before. So I had to wait for an hour to be checked again all while I was having horrible contractions every three min.
An hour later she checked again and I was 6cm so she said that she could admit me to the hospital. I was very happy but very grumpy because I was in lots of pain and I really just wanted my epidural as fast as possible. We changed rooms and I got my IV and she started pumping lots of liquid in me fast so that I could get my epidural. It was so fast that I started shivering and shaking and I couldn't stop. It was a really weird feeling. Thankfully it wore off just before the anesthesiologist came in so that I could be still. After I had my epidural I felt a lot better. I even started falling asleep. Chad was working on a paper he had due that day and he kept getting mad when I would fall asleep because my contractions would stop also. The next time my nurse checked me she said that my water had broken and that she could feel a lot of hair. By this time I was 9cm and she said that she was going to go call my doctor because it wasn't going to be much longer.
Pushing with this baby was really weird because my contractions had slowed down a lot and they were really far apart. So I would push and then I felt like we were just sitting there waiting and waiting for the next contraction. After three contractions she was out. Baby Sarina was born at 5:42am. The doctor held her for a min. and sucked her mouth out and said that she was bigger then they were thinking. From my ultrasound a week earlier she was measuring 6lb 11oz and when we weighed her she was 8lb 15oz! I would say that is a lot bigger then they were thinking. The funny part it that I was measuring perfectly with my weeks and so they really didn't think she was big at all. Plus she was two weeks early according to my revised due date. My original due date was April 4th so she was only two days early according to that.
The next morning the boys woke up with Grandpa and did their normal routine. Grandpa didn't tell them why mom and dad weren't there and when Chad called he was able to tell them over the phone that they had their baby sister. Davin was very excited and you could hear him yelling and jumping for joy, but Liam wasn't very happy and started to cry. I still don't think he really understood what was going on and he just knew that mom wasn't there and was scared about that.
After we got all settled into our recovery room Chad went home to shower and help his dad with they boys. While he was gone Sarina had her first visitor Uncle Greg. He got to hold her and she was just a little angle for him. A little while later Grandma Cloward showed up and got to see her. Then finally Daddy arrived with the boys. Liam was very hesitant as he came into the room and just wanted to be held. He didn't want anything to do with his baby sister. Davin wanted to hold her and we finally talked Liam into sitting next to his brother with Sarina. After a min. he was touching her and started to warm up. He got to hold her and fell in love just like everyone else. :)
