July 29, 2014
Brock Everett Hunting was born.
At 4:15am on July 29th 2014 I woke up with horrible pains. Which actually felt like poop pains at the time. TMI? Maybe. But I'm just keeping it real. So I ran to the bathroom. But nothing happened. I was scheduled to be induced at 7am that same morning. But the pains kept coming and I couldn't go to the bathroom and there was no way I was going back to bed. So I showered. I thought I would take my time getting ready before we had to be at the hospital. The pains kept coming every 15 minutes or so. Could this be labor? I asked myself. What are the chances that I would go into labor on my own, the day I was suppose to be induced?
When I got to the hospital I was dilated to a 2. Which was the same as it was the day before. So maybe it wasn't full blown labor, but my body was ready to go! They started my pitocin at 8:30. All I wanted was my epidural. I did not want a repeat of getting to an 8 before the epidural kicked in. My Doctor came in around 9am to check me and I was at a 3. At 9:30 I received my epidural. I was in a lot of pain already but just excited that the epidural would kick in soon. My doctor came in right after I received my epidural and checked me again and wanted to break my water. Well, in less than an hour I went from a 3 to a whooping 7!!! The anesthesialogis gave me the low dose of epidural because I was dilated to a 3. As I pressed my little button the dosage was going to go up and be stronger as it went. Well, I forgot to keep pushing my button because within that next hour I went from a 7 to a 9 and I wanted to push so badly. I wish I would have kept pressing the stinking button, but I just forgot somehow. We thought we had at least 6 hours of labor ahead of us. But Brock wanted OUT!!
At 11:30 I started pushing. It took two contractions and 4 pushes and Brock was welcomed to this world at 11:45. My epidural still hadn't kicked in all the way and I felt pretty much everything. Obviously the pain was very dulled because I did have some of the medicine in me, but lets just say that I was a lot more vocal with this child birth than I was with the first. Okay, I was screaming my head off. I was not expecting to feel anything and then my 8 pound 12 ounce child pushed his way out and I couldn't help but scream really loud. But here he was...this little boy. The doctor and nurses kept referring to him as "Brock the Rock" because of his large size and his sturdy build. He was all boy! I was so in love the minute his little body reached my arms. When the nurse laid him on my chest Brock lifted his head to look up at me. Almost as if to say "Hey Mom, sorry about that one...Love you!"
It was such a fast whirlwind and I wouldn't trade that day for anything. I love giving birth! People think I am so insane for saying that, but I would give birth everyday if I could feel that joy everyday. It is the best feeling to know that you carried a little human inside you for 9 months and then you push them out. No one else does it for you. You do it. It makes me feel strong. It makes me feel worthy. It makes me feel love. It makes me a Mommy. That bond you share with that baby is something out of this world and I am so lucky that I have been able to experience it twice.
Claire was a little unsure at first about her new little Brother.
But she has taken on the big Sister role like a real champ.
Brock is lucky to have Claire to watch out for him.
We are so lucky to have you Baby Brock.
You have made our family so much closer.
You are the cuddliest, squishiest, most precious thing on this planet and the day you grow up will break my heart.
Mama loves you baby boy.