Happy Birthday Isaac

Wow! What a crazy couple of weeks it has been.  At my last OB appointment (Wednesday, Dec 2) I was surprised to find out that the labor process had begun.  I was dilated to three centimeters and my cervix was thinned about seventy-five percent. Chris and I were very excited!  We were told that I could have Isaac any day or it could still be weeks.  Due to the pain and discomfort I was in, I was praying he would come soon.
The following morning I was having what I thought to be contractions.  The pain was happening about every six minutes and lasted for almost a minute.  I thought, "This is it!."  Chris headed in to work only to turn right back around and head home.  At four o'clock am on Thursday morning, we were hospital bound.  By five I had been checked out and hooked up to the monitors.  Nothing had changed... Dr. Coulter-Smith told me that I was having contractions, but they were not yet strong enough to do anything.  It could still be days, she sent us home.  I was very upset, but knew that she was right; I would rest better at home.  We were back home by eight, and praying that we would be returning to the hospital later that day to have a baby.  The hours rolled on with no change.  The contractions were coming and going, but not at a steady rate or strength.  The weekend came and went, and still no Isaac.  On Monday, I was very emotional.  All I wanted to do was sleep and cry.  I went to bed thinking that I would never go into labor.
Tuesday morning I woke up at six am like normal to get Jordan up and ready for school.  I was feeling weird and my back was hurting me, but I thought nothing of it, because I had been feeling like that for day.  Jordan walked out the door for school at 6:45 and around seven, I was determined that my water bag was leaking.  I woke Chris up and said "I really do think it's time."  We hurried around getting showers, and gathering things up to head back to the hospital.  We made the decision to go pick Jordan up from school on our way, just in case this was the real thing.  At about 7:45am the pains started.  They were VERY strong, and happening every three to four minutes.  It was at this point I knew that I was going to the hospital and that I would not be leaving there without Isaac.  If she, Dr. Coulter-Smith, tried to send me home, I was prepared to fight!  Below is a slide show of the big day!


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