So on September 15, 2007, I woke up about 2:00am from a very deep sleep. In my delirium I realized I was having contractions. Now I don't know if it was because I was still half asleep or if it was because Dan was gone galavanting in the woods with friends (FYI- I told him he could go because I was 2 weeks away from my due date and nothing was happening so I would be "fine") BUT I was in denial that I could really be in labor. I thought "I'll just lay here for a minute and I will feel better." Then I thought, "OK, I'll just take a shower and they will go away." Well, the shower must have woken me up a bit because it was then that I thought, "Hmmm... I think this is real. Maybe I should call Dan and my mom." So I called my mom to tell her that I was in labor and would be needing a ride to the hospital and someone to stay with the boys. This was around 3:30am. I don't know why I hesitated to call Dan. My mind kept telling me that I had plenty of time and that I could wait to call him. I didn't want to wake up the whole cabin. (What was I thinking?) It wasn't until my contractions were strong enough to stop me in my tracks that I went to call him. It was then that I realized I did not have the phone# to the cabin where he was staying. I must not have transfered it when I got my new phone. Ahhh! So unfortunately sweet Barbi Kemp got a phone call from me around 4:00am. Bless her heart she picked up the phone without a hello just a, "Deanne, are you in labor? I am calling the cabin right NOW!" All I had to say was YES, or rather that is all I COULD say because I was in the middle of a pretty nice contraction when she answered. Thank you Barbi for your being there! Not even 1 minute past before Dan was calling me and I am positive not even 1 minute after he hung up, that he was in his car headed to McKay Dee. My parents and poor little Maverick (he was spending the night at my parents because Bri and Britt had gone away for HER B-day) arrived around 4:15am, I think. My mom stayed with my sleeping boys and my amazing dad drove me to the hospital. It was the longest drive ever! My contractions were definately strong and were only about 1 or 2 minutes apart. My dad was so great. He was very calm and just kept talking me through it. We finally got to the hospital. I informed them that I was suppose to have a C-section because my first 2 had been C-sections and they immediately called my doctors,Dr. Johhnnie Cook (my doc) and the OBGYN Dr. Larry Smithing (the one who did my previous two C-sections). I soon found out that Dr. Cook was in Sardine Canyon (1hr away) and Dr. Smithing was on his way. They sent me to the bathroom to change into the hospital gown so they could prep me for the surgery. Well I did not get very far in there before I suddenly felt like the baby was about to fall out! I could not move and so began yelling for the nurse for a little help. I feel so bad for my poor dad standing standing outside the door. The nurses helped me change and got me to a bed so they could check me. Much to everyone's surprise, they found me to be dialated to a 10+ and the baby was almost crowning. At that point I began to panic. I felt fear for a few reasons: #1 my husband was still NOT there yet! #2 My doctors were NOT there yet. #3 OUCH! This REALLY hurt! and #4 the doctors had given me a long list of reasons why it was not a good idea to have a vaginal delivery after 2 previous c-sections: #1 reason being that my uterus could rupture and that could cause DEATH! So, needless to say I was a bit panicked. I had an amazing nurse that was so thorough, kind, patient, calm and very reassuring. I am also incredibly thankful for my sweet dad. He held my hand and calmly talked me through each contraction. Thank you daddy! Thank you for being there. They had already given me a mild epideral to start prepping me for a C-section and I was greatful when that started to kick in. They decided that it was too late for a c-section. The baby was already too far down the canal. So they called in the resident doctor to "catch" I guess. They took me to a room and got me set up. My doctors arrived and shortly after that Dan FINALLY got there. It was around 5am or 5:30am I think. What a relief! One thing I was grateful for is that the epideral I was given was just a mild one so I was able to feel quite a bit. You might think that weird, but I didn't get that experience with my first two. Anyway, I began pushing and... our little TATE LEO JACOBS was born at 6:02am. He weighed in at 7lbs 10oz and was 20 1/2 inches long. He had lots of dark brown hair on his head, shoulders and even some coming off of his little ears. His big dark eyes were so bright and curious. What a glorious experience! I am so happy that Tate decided not to wait and that he insisted on coming out "normal". Let me just say, what a different recovering from this was compared to a c-section. I stood up BY MYSELF the very same day! Amazing! And... they let us go home the next afternoon instead of the regular 4 day hospital stay. It was GREAT!
P.S. Just a little side note. Before each of my boys were born, I would have a dream about how they "came out". My dream for Tracen was that he came out of my stomach. (I wasn't planning on a c-section). Before Tyler, I dreamt that he also came out of my stomach (I also wasn't planning for a c-section) BUT that he came out feet first. And then Tate's "before dream" was that he just "fell out"- not from my stomach. And... each of these dreams came true. Each boy was born just how my dream had predicted. Interesting eh?
