One year ago today I gave birth to my second angel...Logan Corde.
It was funny because the night before my scheduled C-Section I made a joke and said, "Hey what if my water breaks!?" Well it did! At 3am a gush of water woke me up!! It only took an hour for the pain to set in. So different from Caleb.
After 30min of running to the bathroom, I calmly I woke up Michael and told him that I think my water broke. Ha ha "think". He jumped up and we did our best to get ready for the hospital (four hours before my C-section was scheduled for).
Meanwhile, Kay Kay (our babysitter extrodinaire) was fast asleep downstairs. As was Caleb in his room. It took me all of two seconds to put my clothes on and grab my bag. I'm downstairs with Katelyn waiting for Michae while breathing through contractions. YES! Contractions had started and they were NO JOKE. So different from Caleb.
Then Boogie woke up. Funny. It's like he knew a big event was taking place. So now it's me (in pain, breathing and concentrating), Kay Kay and a sleepy Caleb all waiting downstairs for Michael.
Where is Michael? What is taking him so long?
Finally after 20 min (WTH?) he comes down and we get in the car and begin the longest drive to Visalia ever. Contractions geting worse. Contractions getting closer together. Contractions making me want to jump out of my skin. So different from Caleb.
I see the light! Kaweah Delta! Go go go! Michael wants to go through the Emergency room and get me a wheelchair but I'm insistent on walking and just getting up there myself.
I win.
But the contractions kick my ass.
Finally!
The Birthing Floor. Hallelujah! Okay so we're thinking we'll tell them that my water broke but I'm scheduled for a C-Section so they'll page Doctor Boken right away and in 30min I'm sure to have this baby.
WRONG!
We walk up to the desk and in between contractions I tell the receptionist (who is 90 yearsold) what's going on. I specifically said three times, I am supposed to be here at 7am for my C-Section but my water broke at 3:30am and contractions are 4 min apart.
Okay dear go sit.
We sat for 30min!!!!!! NO LIE!!! 30 min!!
We sat and I contracted. We sat and I cussed. We sat and floods of water soaked the chair I was sitting in. We sat and I did my best to be calm and breathe. Finally, I tell Michael to please go kill the old woman who has obviously lost her mind and has forgotten all about me.
Michael walks up to the desk and all I hear is Oh! I didn't know her water broke!
WHAT??!! Lady are you kidding?!! Lady are you deaf?!
Well you can imagine the frenzy that set in once everyone behind the desk got their heads outta their asses and realized that I needed to deliver my baby. NOW.
Within 2 min a nurse comes out to take us back. Let's weigh you. Really? As soon as I stand on the scale a tidal wave of water comes out. She looks at me and says....okay we'll just skip that.
Fastest walk ever to the birthing room where I can put on that fabulous gown, be poked, prodded and asked questions I care not to answer because I feel like I'm about to give birth NOW.
So the fun begins....they hook me up to the monitor, attempt to put in the I.V., and check to see how dialated I am.
Oh my! You're 4.5 cm dialated!! DUH!!! This baby is coming!
Finally they wheel me into the Operating Room, give me the Epidural and begin the fun task of the C-Section.
And right there beside me is my Michael. Telling me how strong I am. Telling me how much he loves me. Telling me that's it's almost over. Being the best supporter ever.
Finally! At 5:51am Logan Corde Powell was born.
Dr. Boken said uh Tiff guess how much she weighs? I'm thinking 7 pounds. I was scared to ask. She laughed and said 8.1oz!!!! WHAT?! I had an 8 pound baby inside me?!
Yup. My butterball Lolo :-)
She was beautiful, she was healthy, she was fat and she was all mine.
So that is the birth story of Logan.
My sweet baby girl. My beautiful angel baby. A total miracle.
I love you Lolo. Happy first Birthday!
