Nine Months, Two Weeks and 11 Days!

After nine months of being sick every single day of my pregnancy it was time, time to go to the hospital. I had prepared myself for nine months after I got over the shock for this baby. I did the usual stuff that all expectant mothers do. I got all the stuff that I thought the baby would need and some stuff that I didn't need. My son's father friends gave him a baby shower and he got some more stuff for the baby.
So, we walked into the hospital on December 7, 2004 intending to have my baby that same day. But, that didn't happen. They induced labor and for the next two days I laid in bed waiting to dilate enough for the baby to come out. They moved me from one side of the bed to the other, poked, tested, monitored me, etc..every five seconds it seemed someone was coming in the room to check on something. For two days I waited and waited and finally I said it was enough. I couldn't take any more poking, testing, moving, pain and someone was going to get this baby out of me NOW!

So, at 6:18am, December 9, 2004 my son was born via c-section. The minute I looked at the precious face I was in love with my baby. And then the nurse busted my temporary "baby bubble" she said now the work begins.