(Warning: May contain graphic details)
Most of you have already heard how it all went down but I thought I would write about it anyway. Tuesday morning was like any other day, we got up and ready for the day and went to my doctors appointment at 8:30 AM. (The one we weren't suppose to have to go to) We were nervous because we didn't know what the doctor would say and we're worried that maybe I was still only dilated 2 centimeters. Dr.
Sunkel came in and checked me and got this surprised look on his face. He said I was 4 centimeters dilated. I hadn't felt any contractions that were painful. He again told us how weird this is for a first baby and Steve looked at me and said, "This is your first baby, right?" He made the doctor laugh a lot when he said that.
So we were given two choices..........(1) go over to the hospital right then and he would break my water, (2) wait a few days and get induced on Friday or Sunday. Steve was happy to miss school so we opted for option #1. It was kind of scary leaving the office. We went home, got our stuff together, picked up the house some, said a prayer, and left our house knowing that the next time I came back it would be with a baby. Once registered at the hospital I changed into a gown and got hooked up to the monitors while the nurse talked to me and I signed papers.
Me signing my life away.
The nurse who was with me for 98% of my labor.(Steve's note: This nurse had some magical power over Katrina. I would ask Katrina if she wanted me to rub her back or do something. She would say "No, don't touch me." Michelle would then walk over start rubbing her back and Katrina was in heaven. I learned pretty quickly to just enjoy my seat in the recliner)
At about 11:15 AM Dr. Sunkel came in and broke my water. It didn't hurt at all.........just a very warm wet feeling. It just kept flowing out of me. Once the mess was cleaned up, I decided that I wanted to walk around for a while. We got ready and Steve and I walked the halls of the labor/delivery floor. When my stomach would tighten, it was starting to hurt a little bit so we went back to our room. I sat down for a while and we decided to go walk again so I could call my mom. The pain was starting to bother me now and I would have to stop walking until it was over so we decided to go back to our room. It was now going on 1:00 PM. The nurse got me the birthing ball to try and I used that for about half an hour but the contractions were starting to get really painful. I was trying to decide if it was time to get pain medication but had to wait for the doctor to come back.
Dr. Sunkel came back about 2:00 PM and I measured a 7 (which was good news considering how much pain I thought I was in). Steve left to call my mom and his mom and when he came back 15-minutes later the nurse was getting ready to check me again. I was a 10 and it was time to start pushing! (Therefore NO pain medication for me.) The next two hours were some of the most painful hours I have ever experienced (next to breastfeeding).
The contractions were so painful but in a weird way it actually made them feel better when I pushed, even though my butt hole felt like it was going to explode. (Steve's note: I tried to get her to edit this but she wants people to know what it really feels like). Once I could see Chandler's head in the overhead mirror I was motivated to get him out. Chandler was almost out and the nurse who was with me had to leave because her shift was up. She stayed about 15-minutes longer because she didn't want to miss him being born but she had to take her kid to basketball. Needless to say, Chandler was born about 2-minutes after she left. What a relief it was when he finally came out. He was born at 4:29 PM (only 5 hours of labor), weighed 7 lbs. 10 oz., and was 19 1/2 in. (He now weighs 8 lbs. 4 oz.!!)
Our first picture of Chandler about 5-seconds after he came out of me.
Steve cutting Chandler's cord.
(Steve's Note: In case you wanted to know, the rest of the cord fell off Tuesday, exactly a week after Chandler was born)
My first time holding Chandler.
This experience was the most amazing yet weird thing ever. It's just crazy to think that the little baby that got plopped on my chest was inside of me. Chandler is the cutest little boy ever. I am so thankful that we have been blessed to have this experience and the opportunity to be parents. (Though right now I'm thinking it isn't all that it's chalked up to be.....I'm very tired.)

Our very first family picture. 12/3/06