Two Years Ago Today...

Mason is 2 today.  I am so sad to see that he really is no longer a baby, but I am also excited for what has yet to come.

Two years ago I was on the way to the airport to drop off my family that had been visiting for Christmas (they were really here to see the baby, but they disguised it as a Christmas visit).  The entire week they were here was a great time for visiting, but the baby didn’t show.  I was feeling a little sick that day, just thought it was because I had eaten too much, remember it had been months since I had even been triple deuce, who knew how much I weighed by then!  We dropped them off and started back towards base, about 45 minutes away.  By the time we got to our house I was really hurting, I thought I would lay down.  I began to get really uncomfortable (which was usual) and I decided to have Scott call the Dr. to see what we should do.  At this point I was expecting the pain to get much worse, so I thought I better not be a baby about it.  Right after he got off the phone I threw up, which I now know is a sign of transitioning, but I didn’t know that then.  I made Scott do laundry and clean the house up, since I knew family would be visiting right after I had the baby.  We then drove clear across base to the Naval Hospital.  I am yelling at Scott to drive faster, which he can’t, no one wants a ticket on base.

We arrive at the hospital and I am in quite a bit of pain, but I still am expecting much worse, I was terrified.  We get to labor and delivery and they check me and I am dilated to a 7!!! Out of 10!!! They said if I would have waited any longer I wouldn’t have been able to get an epidural.  I am not one for pain so I wanted as much epidural as they could give me. “HURRY” I said, I want the drugs!  I got all hooked up to the machines and the Dr. came in for the epidural.  It was sweet sweet relief.  I felt nothing!  About three hours later after they had broken my water I began pushing, again I felt nothing, this was wonderful, what in the world was the lady next door to me screaming about, I was carrying on a conversation about the movie that was on T.V. “Do you want to see?” the Dr. asked.  “NOO” my husband and I both said.  “Do you want to cut the cord?”  “NOO” Scott said again. “Do you want to hold him first?” “NOO” I said, please clean him off first. Thirty one short minutes later, my sweet Mason Scott was born!

What a difference two years makes!