Hi little bug! I’m going to write this blog a little differently…cuz there’s just too much to say!
The day started normally, and I had no idea that you were on your way. I had talked to Grandma Dara a little bit throughout the morning, just to see how she was doing, if she’d made it to the airport, etc. Jaxon wanted to skype, so we called Grandma around 10:45, but she could only talk for a second, since she was about to board her plane to Denver. Towards the end of the call, I sat up (I was laying on the couch before that) to have Jaxon say goodbye, and felt a little gush of liquid. I wondered if it was possible that my water had broken, but tried not to panic and stress out Grandma Dara for no reason before she got on her plane. So, I didn’t say anything, and we got off Skype. I stood up to go to the bathroom to see what was going on, and the liquid just kept coming. At that point, I knew you were on the way! So I called Grandma back, and told her what was going on, and she was so scared she was going to miss you! We quickly got off the phone, and I called Daddy to have him come home. I tried to call Uncle Rob (he was going to keep J), but he didn’t answer. I started running around like crazy, trying to get last minute stuff together, and calling relatives to say you were coming. Jaxon followed me around the whole time, and I felt bad because I couldn’t hold him and snuggle. I called Grandpa, and told him I was freaking out cuz I couldn’t get a hold of Uncle Rob, and cuz Grandma Dara didn’t have a ride to the hospital. He told me to calm down, that it would all work out, and that my job was to focus on having a baby. Your mama sure is blessed to have the daddy she does!
Your daddy got home so fast (he said he was speeding all the way home), and we went and dropped your brother off with Uncle Rob (whom Auntie Nicole had finally gotten a hold of). On the way to the hospital, I got to choose the music, cuz your daddy said that it was my “birthing right” to listen to whatever I wanted. I still wasn’t having any contractions, but I was still having pretty frequent fluid gushes. We got to the hospital, and when I told people that my water had broken, they looked at me like I was psychotic because I wasn’t in any pain. I got all checked in, and they said I was dilated to a 4 (I was dilated to a 3 two days prior). I was having little contractions, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I walked around with daddy for a while, and we waited for something to happen. Grandma and Grandpa Kilgore came to visit, and they brought sandwiches, and they were AMAZING. Mama and Daddy were so hungry! 🙂
Sheryl Turner dropped Grandma Dara off at the hospital when she got into Denver. Grandma was SO happy that she didn’t miss your arrival! I’m pretty sure God planned it that way. At about 5:00 or so, Dr. Breeden comes to check on me, and I’m dilated to a 5. He says he thinks you’ll come around 7:30. I walked around with Grandma Dara some more while Daddy talked with his parents in our room. Grandma and Grandpa K left around 6:30, and my contractions are starting to get a little stronger. I sat down in the chair in our room for a while and talked with Daddy while Grandma napped. They came back in an hour or two later to recheck me, and I was still dilated to 5. So, Daddy and I took another walk to try and get things moving, and my contractions are starting to come pretty hard, but not consistently close together. By the time we got back, I was in some pain, so I decided to get in the shower and see if that would help. Grandma came in and talked to me, and I decided that I was ready for an epidural. I wasn’t in unbearable pain, but I was just so tired by this point.
The nurse, Clarissa, went to get the anesthesiologist, but he had just gone into a c-section, so he would be there in about 10-15 minutes. At this point, I was in serious pain, with contractions coming pretty close. I got some fetanol in my IV, and that took the edge off (kind of. not really.). It mostly just made me dizzy. The anesthesiologist finally comes in with paperwork to sign for the epidural. I signed the paperwork, and swung my legs off the edge of the bed. The anesthesiologist starts to prep my back for the juice, and I’m silently fighting off the urge to push because I know that it means we’re too far along for the epi. I knew, though, that it was dangerous for you to get the juice at this point, so I told Grandma that I needed to push. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t move from the edge of the bed to the stupid laying down position that they want you in. So, Daddy and the nurses pretty much had to pick me up and move me.
You came so fast that Dr. Breeden almost didn’t make it in time. I pushed (and screamed) for a bit with the on-call doctor, and by the time Dr. Breeden got there, your head was almost out. After about 45 minutes of pushing (and A LOT of screaming), you were born! I couldn’t hold you for what seemed like forever, because I was in so much pain. In reality, though, it probably was about 30 minutes. It took them a while to stitch me up, because I tore pretty bad, I guess. I also had started to shake really bad, and so I didn’t want to hold you while I was shaking. I also remember crying pretty fiercely at this point. Hormones are a beast right after childbirth 🙂 They took forever to get me any pain meds, but once they did, I could finally calm down and hold you. The very first thing I said to you was, “hi, pretty girl”, because you were one of the prettiest things I’d ever seen. You looked a lot like your brother, and I was missing him pretty bad by that point.
According to your nurse, you were goopier than most babies, so you sneezed a lot. I guess that helped you clear out your lungs. You just looked around and took it all in, which is what Grandma Dara said I did when I was born. You wanted to eat almost as soon as they put you on my chest, and you latched easily, which was such a relief after the difficulty with your brother. Having you was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done, but I would do it all again in a heartbeat. I waited nine months to meet you, and meeting you was every bit as perfect as I’d imagined it would be.
Cora Adele Kilgore, born at Presbyterian-St. Luke’s Medical Center at 10:54 on March 26, 2015. You weighed 7 pounds, 9 ounces, and were 19.5 inches long.