7 years ago

7 years ago...

On April 14th 2000 my day was like any other normal day. I had a doctor's appointment and had to schedule a day to be induced because my baby hadn't come yet, he was 4 days past his due date. So we went home to wait out the weekend. I couldn't wait for that Monday to come, because I would finally be holding him. We ordered pizza and then I didn't feel too well, I just figured it was because of the pizza. About 9 or so I started having contractions, I didn't think too much about it, but after about 30 minutes or so I decided to start timing them. They were coming irregularly but were kind of intense so I kind of thought things were happening. My sister-in-law and her husband came over to visit not knowing that I was possibly in labor. We sat around a little while and about 11:30 we decided to go to the hospital, because we could not get in touch with my doctor. On a side note, men don't decide that you need to get gas while your wife is possibly in labor. Yes Brian did that. Now on with the story. We get to the hospital about midnight and we have to fill out all this stuff. Now why do you have to send in a preregistration form in when you have to sit there as uncomfortable as can be and answer the same questions that you filled out already 3 months earlier? I go to triage where they examine me and I was 3 centimeters so they decided to admit me. Of course at this point I am staying whether they admit me or not. We called my mom and dad and Brian's mom and sister to tell them about everything. I get to my room and they break my water, give me my epidural (which by the way is the best thing ever invented). I try to get some rest and watch a little television, while Brian is snoozing away and my family is waiting as patiently as they can with me while we await such a life altering moment. At 7 am the doctor examines me and I am completely dialated and effaced and ready to push. I am completely numb so the nurse has to tell me when to push. I got about 3 pushes in on every contractions and I had three contractions. So that means on my 9th push my beautiful baby boy was born. Steven Daniel Foster was born on April 15, 2000 at 7:42 am. He weighed in at 7 pounds, 8 ounces and was 21 inches long. He had the cutest little cone head. I had no idea how wonderful it would be to have him. I was only 19 years old myself but I knew that with Brian and my family by my side and God guiding us that we could raise this little boy. He changed my world completely. To this day I couldn't be more proud of him. He such a joy to anyone who meets him. I can't believe he is already 7 years old. That makes me, well I can't believe that he is 7 years old. I love you sweet boy.