One year ago today my life changed in the best possible way, starting at 4:49 am.
I worked right up until she was born. The day before I had been standing on my stool, trimming and folding maps. Everything normal. Buggy's wall decal with her name finally arrived and we were excited to put it up. We had kept her name a secret from everyone. Our family joked about sneaking into our house to see it after we went to work Wednesday. Little did they know they would get to meet her themselves that very next day!
I got up to use the ladies room for probably the 354th time. When I came back Hubs distinctly said, "My belly don't feel good" to which I replied "Join the club". He asked, is this it?! I said, I don't know. Well within a two hour time span, we knew. THIS WAS IT!
And you know what I did? I called my best friend first. I said this is what I'm feeling/doing (I'll spare you the gruesome details, but you all know what's going on about now) you think this is it? She said, "Sounds like it! Call your doctor!". So I did. Eventually. After a shower, a leg shave and fixing my hair through my contractions.
So I call and the midwife says "Well sounds like you're in a lot pain, you better make your way in!" I said "Well I'm kind of a sissy are you sure?" She said she was sure, so off we went. You see my biggest fear was getting to the hospital only to be turned away to go home and wait some more.
Thankfully we were mostly ready. All packed, dogs herded into the car, we dropped them at camp and headed to the hospital. Never have been so thankful that Pittsburgh had a HOV lane. We arrived safely and I waddled through to the check in desk. They got me all checked in and assured me I would not be sent home. Into the exam room I went where I promptly began throwing up my guts. Lovely. I was dealing with the pain fine until the puking started. That's when I finally broke. The doctor asked if I wanted pain meds and I begged through my tears like you'd never seen for them as promptly as possible. That's me, sissy girl. I own up to it, it's fine.
Off to my delivery room where in less than 10 minutes the magic man arrived to give me the epidural. I loved him so much I vowed to remember his name always. I have no idea now, although I think it was Tony. I was also really nervous about this because I thought it would be painful, so I made sure it was not his first rodeo, to which he assured me it was not. Within minutes (and a flash of the vagene to Hubs - I am eternally grateful they let him hold my hand) the drugs were in and I even had my own pain button (that I didn't use)! He said he couldn't even tell I was contracting because I behaved so well. That is one of the things I'm most proud of that day. I was not the hysterical, flailing crazy lady (and if you were, no judgement - honest! I just thought I would be! As stated earlier, I am a sissy.)

The rest of the day was pretty boring. We sat around, watched tv, joked we should have brought our travel scrabble with us. I texted all my friends and called my parents to get on the plane and get up here! My MIL, SIL and FIL arrived to keep us company. I had the most wonderful nurses and the BEST MIDWIFE EVER! I also allowed a resident in, to which I'm glad I had the opportunity to "teach". She had never worked with a midwife, and after all was said and done she thanked my doctor for showing her some alternative methods. I love that!
Once the time came, we got everyone out of the room except Hubs and I and the medical team. The doctor helped me push and I got the hang of it - sorta. It was hard, exhausting work. We joked through the contractions and she kept me so calm. At one point she reached over for Hubs hand and yanked him down and said "Look at that, feel! There's the head!". I thought Hubs might pass out. It took some more pushing to which I wasn't really making any progress and they were very concerned for Bugs heart rate. Initially I didn't want the mirror, but Hubs changed my mind. He said "You'll want to see this" and I trusted him so I obliged. I was incredibly glad because being able to "see" what I was doing helped more than trying to feel my way through this.

At last the doctor said, we have to do this NOW. And because of her heart rate (to this day I don't know if something potentially bad was happening and I don't want to) I was worried enough to give every single last ounce and at 5:49 pm on February 23, 2011 Aubrey Claire was born into the world at 6 lbs 13 oz and 19 3/4 in!
I remember that she was born around a nurses shift change, that the Penguins played that night, and that I had the BEST postpartum nurse ever! Because honestly, what first time mom expects all "that" to happen afterwards? I surely had a small clue, but never in a million years did I expect the Exorcist type scene that actually occurred. We were surrounded by both families (my parents and grandmother made it just as she was born!) and I hope that the coming years she will continue to know how loved she is by all that were there to witness her birth!
Happy Birthday Sweet Girl!