Landon's Birth Story

I spent months preparing for him. Weeks telling myself my body was defective and he would never come. Days trying to figure out just what I needed to do to meet him. But it took seconds to fall in love with him. Everything everyone said about love. Everything I was terrified of not feeling, I understand now.

August 27th

Kevin had the day off work so we were spending the day together. I was feeling down because I still had not shown any signs of labor and I felt huge and sore. We had to pick up a money order for rent and some milk so we headed to Walmart. I was enjoying being out of the house and walking so as we were leaving,  I made the comment that I really wanted to keep walking but it was so hot outside. He asked if I wanted to drop the milk off at home and then walk around the mall. I said yes and within the hour we were walking into the mall. We ended up spending about five hours there walking around the stores, trying the new shake store they had just opened, and talking about the future.  It was an extremely great day and little did we know, it would be the last day we had before things got exciting.

In the late afternoon we left the mall and went home. All the walking left us both tired so we just relaxed for the rest of the night.

August 28th

I woke up at 4 am and needed to use the bathroom.  As I went to wipe I noticed there was a little bit of blood. I got really excited about the possibility of something happening soon and couldn't wait for Kevin to wake up so I could tell him. I went back to bed, expecting to go right back to sleep. That is when I noticed my stomach really hurt. I could not sleep due to the pain so I got up and went to the living room. As I was sitting there I decided to time the pains. I was not expecting them to be exactly five minutes apart. I continued to time them for the next few hours. Around 8am I went into the bedroom and laid with Kevin. After awhile of laying down, I realized my contractions were 3/4 minutes apart. I decided we needed to head towards the hospital.  I had a doctor's appointment at 3pm so I figured if my contractions stopped then I would go to the doctor's.  If they didn't then I would go to the hospital.

  Kevin and I rode the bus there and I knew I needed to eat in case I got admitted. I tried my hardest to eat something from McDonald's but the constant pains left me without an appetite.  I ate what I could and decided that I would not make it to my appointment.  Even though it was obvious something was happening,  I still kept feeling like it wasn't real and I was just being a wuss. Even while I am on the side of the road breathing through the pain, I don't trust my own instinct. I ended up being that woman the nurses are staring at when I walked through the doors of Labor and Delivery and suddenly doubled over in pain. Once I was able to stand up again, they immediately got me into a bed. I was checked and they said I was at a 3 dilated. The doctor on call told me I could be awhile since it was my first baby.

  I could tell he wanted to send me home to progress but after hearing I rode the bus,  they gave me an hour to see if I dilated anymore and when I did, they admitted me. After this point honestly everything got blurry. I don't know why it feels this way but it is almost like I wasn't really there. Maybe it is due to the pain or exhaustion. In a way I feel like I was rushed. I was barely in the room and they were telling me about getting started on pitocin and breaking my water. They told me the epidural guy would be in after my water was broken. Ii did not mind the epidural but was not sure why I was getting pitocin when I had not even had a chance to labor.  Even when I was on the pitocin, they kept upping the dose. I would say what I thought it was at and Kevin would tell me it was higher. It was really confusing. A part of me feels like I should not have been rushed like that but it was not really traumatic do I am not really that upset. It was just strange. After I had gotten admitted, Kevin called my mom and they stayed by my side the whole time.My grandparents came up and visited for awhile before going to sleep at my mother's house for the night.

Each time I got checked they told me I was closer and closer to meeting my baby. I kept telling myself I was so close to what I had been waiting for. As I was laying there,  a pain in my hip kept getting worse. I told the nurses and they tried to help but the pain soon became horrendous. The epidural did not work in that one spot. Pitocin as high as possible, contractions back to back, and I can feel it in my hip. It was horrible. The nurse told me to do some practice pushes and after awhile mom and Kevin said they could see his head as it moved down. The nurse left to call the doctor.

August 29th

I was so close to being done and all I wanted was to push my baby out and meet this precious baby boy. I had my eyes closed so I could focus but I listened to mom and Kevin as they told me how well I was doing and how close he was. I let it motivate me to push as hard as I could.  I could do this. Finally I heard someone tell me to open my eyes. I did and watched Landon come out and be put on my chest. He looked nothing like I had imagined yet he was perfect in my eyes. I looked up at Kevin and his face was pure love. They took Landon to be weighed. Mom went with him and I gripped Kevin's hand for dear life as the placenta was delivered and I was sewed up. After we were both done with what had to be done,  they brought him over and I got to hold my sweet little boy.












I am pleased to formally introduce the newest member of this blog.










Landon L. Ellis


Born August 29th,2014 (His second due date)
5:47am
8pounds 1  ounce and 20 inches long.