Tyson was due on Friday, January 13th and made his appearance on Friday, January 20th - my half birthday! On Wednesday, the 17th, we had a routine doctor appointment and at the appointment, our doctor made a phone call to the hopsital to schedule an induction for that Sunday, January 22nd with a Monday, January 23rd expected due date (Adam and my half anniversary). We were excited about having a date set knowing we would be holding our precious baby in no time.
The next day (Thursday, the 19th), I woke up having contractions. This was right in the middle of "Snowmaggedon" which just so happened to be the worst snow storm we've had in twenty years. I laid on the couch, looking at the snow on the ground and freezing rain come down while counting contractions and breathing to control them. The night before, I started to have some excessive bleeding when I urinated which scared me so I also had that to think about. Finally, I called my doctor to make an appointment to come in and have her give me some positive piece of mind and tell me the blood was nothing to worry about. Because of "snowmaggedon," my clinic was closed and my doctor wasn't returning my messages.
Finally, I decied to call the hospital and ask a nurse about it. The nurse sounded concerned and asked me to come in to get checked out. Adam and I decided a little piece of mind wouldn't be such a bad idea - especially with the weather being as bad as it was - icy roads, power out, ice falling from the sky, trees all over the roads, etc. We packed up the car with almost everything, knowing we would probably be returning home.... we were wrong!
On our way to the hospital, I had only 2 contractions. A couple hours later, I was having contractions a couple minutes apart for a minute - at that point, they decided to admit me - we were there to stay and coming home with a baby! We were both excited.... and felt like Tyson was looking after us and wanting us to be at the hospital with power :) We got to the hopsital at around 2:30 and were hoping to go home in a couple days... that didn't happen.
Unfortunately, once I hit being dilated at a 7, I didn't move much. Because of how closes my contractions were, the fact that Tyson had turned face up, and he was measuring over 9 pounds, the helped me make the choice to have a C-section. I was really upset about having to do this as I I really wanted to have him vaginally but by this point, I just wanted to meet my little boy and wanted what was best for the both of us.
Tyson was born at 12:48 and weighed 9 pounds 8 ounces. He was 21 1/4 inches tall and his head was covered in dark brown hair. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and by far my best accomplishment. I have a little soreness but Tyson is completely worth it.
On a side note... Adam was sitting next to me during my surgery comforting me by talking to me. He had mentioned that he couldn't wait to go golfing with Tyson in a couple years. That's when my conversation with Adam went from being with me to being with the surgeon! Immediately after Adam mentioned golfing with Tyse, the surgeon and him had a full on conversation about golfing at a young age and how cute the new golf clubs are (she was clearly an avid golfer). Even after Tyson was born and Adam had taken him away, I could still hear the conversation was about golf... I guess we picked the right surgeon to do our surgery :)
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