WARNING!! This may completely bore most of you, but I simply wanted it for the sake of writing it down to put in Ezra's baby book. I want to chronicle everything about the process of his birth. Even when he totally faked us out.
That night we picked up our friends Sandra and Jonathan and went to Mark and Su's house for fajita's. As soon as we finished dinner we were all chatting at the table. I whispered to Chris that I was really uncomfortable for some reason. He suggested to the table that we go to the living room. I walked slow because Ezra was really hurting me when he moved. I hadn't been sitting for long when I thought "these contractions are actually hurting a bit". So I began to time them. Every 10 minutes. We watched a few youtube videos with everyone then I told CT. We hung out a little longer before I was getting obviously uncomfortable so we decided to head home. When we got home, Chris finished packing our bags and I got in the tub. When I got out my PRECIOUS husband was standing next to the bed and said "So should I leave my shoes on?" "No, sweetie- let's go to bed. This could take a while. Both of us were restless and anxious that night so we didn't sleep so well hoping to meet our little boy soon.
Tuesday, May 31st: Baked cappuccino muffins first thing in the morning for CT to have one of our favorite snacks while we labored. more contractions... sloppily every 10 minutes.
Wednesday, June 1st: Walked twice, played with dog in the yard, picked weeds, and napped. Contractions, but a little more sporadic.
Thursday, June 2nd: After getting up and doing a few things around the house I knew I was having some fairly frequent contractions (more often than every 10minutes) So I went back upstairs and sat in bed and they dwindled off. I knew it still wasn't it. It was my mission to do the simplest things I could to "help" Ezra out. (bahah!) I told CT to take me to Habesha (Ethiopian Restaurant) so that I could order the spicest thing on the menu. I ate it and then even swallowed the little green chili peppers whole. I drank a little over a liter of water with it. Probably one of the spicest things I have ever purposely eaten. Then I went home and drank raspberry tea and ate a whole papaya (both Dr. Carvalho suggested). Then Grace arrived! It wasn't long before she and I were out walking around the neighborhood. I was having contractions every 6-7 minutes while walking. I had to stop for a few of them. When we got back we sat down and chatted for a while... still every 6-7 minutes... EVEN while sitting!
That night CT made an awesome dinner but the thought of eating it made me nauseous. I was still contracting. I thought maybe this was it. I ate 1/4 of a quesadilla and went to lay down. They must have dwindled off and I was able to sleep through the night. ::sigh::
Friday, June 3rd: Only Braxton Hicks. We Went to see the boys. "Mama" AKA "Loyce"- or Deo's wife came and hugged me big! i hadn't been in a couple weeks. She couldn't talk to me without crying. It was SO sweet. She kept saying how miserable I looked. I promised her that I wasn't and I wasn't TRYING to look that way. She said "But he is just so big and hanging there. I know he is so heavy. I wish I could carry him for you." She's the sweetest thing. I told her that I felt blessed and happy to carry him and I will carry him as long as it takes. I promised her it was NO BURDEN.
Saturday, June 4th: Only Braxton Hicks contractions. Went out with girlfriends (Sandra, Paula, Fiona, and Helen) for coffee at Amani. That night we took some bumpy roads up to Matasia to have dinner with Johnny, Jen, and Seintje. Seintje went through the birthing and pushing process with us and I gave birth to a fuchsia haired wocket! It was one hilarious night. I'm surprised I didn't laugh Ez out!
Sunday, June 5th: Nothing new. Church, Lunch at the Chancey's, Andrew's Birthday dessert party. Came home and felt absolutely terrible. Had COMPLETE EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN that night. Worst one of my life! Alllllll the built up anxiety over the past 6 years came out...all in one night. My poor, poor husband.
Later on I found out that all of Rich Fork thought that Ezra had been born because I had made this comment on facebook Sunday morning: "Thanks to Seintje, I gave birth to a fuchsia haired wocket last night at the Lawrence's". Note to self: never joke on facebook about giving birth to anything. I honestly had NO CLUE it was going to do that. I never meant to cause such an uproar. Opps! Ezra, I think people are REALLY excited about you coming!
Monday, June 6th: We went to see Dr. Carvalho. She was surprised he hadn't come. She did not check me to see if I was dilated or effaced b/c all it would do is possibly introduce bacteria and it wouldn't change her plan of care. Chris nicely told her how anxious we had been all week because of what she had said last Monday. So we wait some more...
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