I was surprised how many people asked me about my birth story. So, I decided to blog it and maybe Nathaniel Andreas Alaniz will read about it one day and know that he is loved and wanted in every way.
It was 3:45 in the morning and I woke to a kick and a contraction, both common over the past two months. The contractions were more intense and I kept thinking that I could muscle through it, but this was different.
At 4:30 I woke up da mister and said, “I think it is time to go to the hospital.” I did what every girl does at this point. I grabbed my curling iron, throw it in my hospital bag, and waddled to the car.
We drove through crazy rain and were checking in admitting by 5:15 AM. By 5:45 my water broke and I was dilated to 3. I am not sure of the time after that, but shortly after I was at 6. The pain was too intense and I decided to go with an epidural. At 11:30 AM I started active labor and by 2:27 PM my beautiful baby boy was born.
From the first moment he was in my arms he started smiling at me.
We stayed that Thursday night in the hospital. By Friday evening we were back at home introducing Roxy and Nate.