I woke up having contractions around 3am. They continued off and on for several hours. I was able to go back to sleep but I was wondering if this was the start of labor.
They went away and all that day nothing more happened. Once again Tuesday night they started back up and nothing. They continued for the next few nights.
HERE. Carter had a big doctors appointment that Friday morning in Knoxville and then that afternoon my mother was flying in from New Mexico to help out with Bryson and Carter. I was also coaching Bryson and Carter's T-ball team and their first game and the opening of the season was on Saturday. In that post you can also see my big belly, and it was big.
Sunday April 19th 2:00 AM
Now what to do?? I can either wake up my mom and both boys at 3 in the morning to drive me to the hospital or I can walk. I choose to walk. It wasn't but a few miles away and I wasn't in excruciating pain. I thought if anything I can walk to the security forces building and ask them for a ride over to the hospital. I walked about a mile to the security forces building and went inside. This is where it gets funny!
I walk to the front window and the guy working there asks what he can do for me. I tell him that I am in labor and that I was wondering if anyone could give me a ride to the hospital. I explain the whole story of the truck being dead and locking myself out of the house and not wanting to wake up my family. You should have seen the look on the guys face. He yells to the guys in back...I have a woman in labor up here!! In the time it took me to turn around the whole lobby was filled with guys wanting to see what was going on. They ask for my ID and that was the moment I knew the whole base would find out.
The good thing was that I got a door to door drop off service. They even escorted me up the elevator and all the way down to labor and delivery.
And about the whole base knowing. The next morning Joe's boss calls me and said that I made the police blotter. (Which is like a police report of everything that happens on base, and it's sent out in an email to all the higher uppers.) He did print it out for me to add to Chaser's baby book.
Once at the hospital I sat in Triage for hours upon hours and finally they moved me into my own room around 12pm. My labor had stopped so I was hooked up to pitocin and then it was a slow process after that. My epidural was awful and I was only numbed up on one side. Just after midnight on the 20th it was time to start pushing and Chase was born at 12:19am. Joe had been calling all throughout the day and called just minutes after Chase was born. It was perfect timing.
I am so thankful that we decided to have Chase. I feel that our family is complete. Chase has brought so much happiness into our lives and we all couldn't imagine life without him.
Chase this last month has been bitter sweet. It's so exciting that you are getting older and your little personality is coming out. You are a little firecracker, but with each day you leave infancy further and further behind.
At a year old you weigh 26lbs and are 30.1 inches. You follow your dad around everywhere and when I need to make you smile all I have to do is tell Bryson
You have the cutest curls, I think you get them from your Papa. Your eyes are green/hazel. They are very light and change colors just like mine.
We call you the fry boy. You love french fries.
You love to play patty cake and start clapping as soon as we start the song.
You are in a size 4-5 diaper, 2T shirts, 18 months jeans, and a size 5 almost 6 shoe.
Thanks for joining our family Chase. We love you so much!