Four weeks before the due date, I went in for my regular check up and was told that I was already 1 cm dilated. We were pretty sure that the baby was going to come early (just didn't know how early) so we were on edge the whole time. I was already having contractions all the time, sometimes even regular ones (just not strong). We made sure that there was always someone with me to take me to the hospital, just in case I went into labor any day.
Well, the week after that, I woke up in the middle of the night and thought that my water had broken. We were staying at Yeagi's house, so we didn't get to the hospital until 2am. Well, turns out, it was a false alarm, and I was still at 1cm.
Later that morning, I had another check up, and the doc said I was at 3 cm! Well, he said since I had progressed so much in just the last few hours, I could be going into labor any day (as in in the next day or two). We were very excited and frustrated at the same time because we kept having to wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. I knew that once the baby came, I wouldn't get any sleep and what it would involve, but it was just hard knowing that it could happen any minute and having it NOT happen for weeks!
At the NEXT appointment, I was at 4 cm. The doctor said since it was my third baby, I could stay at 4 cm for days (or weeks) until I went into labor. Well, the doctor did tell me that if I hadn't gone into labor by the next appointment, I could be stripped or even be induced. We kept waiting and waiting, and it didn't happen. On Monday, July 2, we moved into my cousins' apartment in Provo. They went to Korea for the summer, so we could stay there until we found a house. Besides, the apartment is only 1 minute away from the hospital, so we could feel better knowing that my labor could only be 2 hours or less.
At my appointment on July 3rd, I asked the doctor to strip me. I was at 3.5 cm, and we were pretty sure that I would go into labor that day. With Ellie, I was stripped in the morning, and went into labor at 7:30, had the baby at 9:30 pm. We were expecting things to happen much quicker this time, and I was ready to run to the hospital all day (except for when we had to go to see a house in Lehi at 6pm with our agent). At 9pm, it still hadn't happened, and Joe and I were getting really anxious. We knew it was going to happen, and we preferred to have it happen on the 3rd, instead of the 4th. We went to Macey's to walk around to try and see if I would start going into labor. We walked the isles back and forth (worked with Al. I went into labor later that day). I was still having contractions (all day, everyday), but they weren't very strong (although some of them had gotten stronger than usual). Instead of going into labor, the baby did drop quite a bit and I was having severe back pains, so we decided to go home. My mom also called saying that Al had woken up crying uncontrollably, so we hurried home.
By the time we got home, my dad had put him back to sleep. I was still having pretty regular contractions (every 5 to 10 minutes), so I decided to wait up to see if anything would happen. Joe fell asleep on the couch, and around 12:30, Al woke up again crying. I went into his room to try and console him, and I fell asleep with him on his mattress on the floor. I kept waking up because of contractions (this time pretty painful) but I ignored the pain and kept sleeping because I was dead tired. At 1:30, Al woke up again, and this time, he threw up all over his bed. He cried so much that he woke everyone up (Ellie, Joe, and my parents). My mom took Al and Ellie out to the living room, and I started to clean up the mess. The contractions kept coming, this time regularly and painfully, but I had to finish clean up Al's throw up before heading out the door since my mom was taking care of the kids, and Joe had started to feel sick too.
By the time I was done cleaning his mattress, washed the carpet, and put everything back, I was having really painful contractions every four minutes. Joe was running around the house trying to get everything together and trying to get me to run out the door with him (while feeling really, really nauseated).
Joe sped to the hospital but the drive was only 1 minute long and he didn't really get to enjoy the previlege of being able to drive fast and not feeling guilty. When I got there, I was at 5.5 cm and the contractions were starting to get unbearable. Joe's nausea and stomachache was pretty unbearable at that point too, and he had to go back and forth between the couch in the room and the bathroom. We had to ask for some soda and blankets for him, and he was actually doing a lot worse than me.
The anesthesiologist finally came, and it was our ex-next door neighbor/2nd counsellor in the bishopric, Brother Conley! I'd never been so happy to see him before, and he got to work right away. Within minutes, I was no longer in pain, and it was so wonderful. I didn't even notice that I was having contractions anymore. Brother Conley was surprised, however, that I was in the room all by myself, in labor, and asked where Joe was. I had to tell him that Joe was in the bathroom... lol.
I was progressing pretty well, and I even managed to fall asleep for half an hour before they woke up to tell me it was time to push. Joe was determined to be by my side during the actually delivery (he felt bad that he wasn't capable of being there for me during the labor), so we got a chair next to the bed for him to sit in. (At this point, the doctor and the nurses were all feeling worse for Joe than me).
Elijah was born after two active attempts at pushing, and he was wiggling so much that the doctor said he was the most active baby he had delivered that night (and considering we were at Utah Valley, that was saying a lot). The nurse was telling us that Mother and Baby was full that day, and we may have to wait until noon for someone to be discharged to go downstairs to our room. However, a few minutes later, she came back with good news that we'd be able to go to the overflow room in the Pediatric Wing. It was such a blessing that we were able to get down there (and I think the nurses pulled some strings to do that too) because the room was twice the size of a regular room and had an extra BED! Instead of trying to sleep in a small sofa for the next two days, Joe actually got to recover in a nice patient bed for the next two days. (He actually slept all day and night of July 4th).
Anyway... we later found out that Al was up all night throwing up every half hour, and dry heaving when he had nothing else left in his stomach. My mom stayed up all night with the kids, and my dad made two trips to the pharmacy. It was such a blessing to have my parents be there for us, because it would've been impossible to deal with all of that without any help...
Elijah's been a really great baby for us so far. He eats pretty well and he sleeps well too. He puts up with his brother and sister giving him kisses and hugs and fighting to have turns at holding him. We are excited to have him in the family!
With Dr. Reese
With my mom.
Joe's trying to recover, and you can see Al doesn't look so good either

















