The story.....

Okay so some people have asked for the low down as far as the birth
goes......and right now I'm riding in the car with a sleeping baby who
loves his car seat(praise God) .... So I actually have two hands:)

Okay so it all started last Sunday night (9/13) ..... I started to
feel very sick and feverish.... Lucky for me I was at church and
having to be social...ugh.
Went home and crawled into bed at about 10:30....
Woke up at 12:30am with bad contractions..... Though still
tollerable..... At this point they were about 15 minutes apart so I
could fall asleep in between.....
About 1:30 I started having a bloody show.....( lovely baby thing I
know)
Contractions continued..... Harder and closer together..... However at
this point I'm still in total denial....... After all it could be
hours or it could be days.... So why get your hopes up. Jon went to
work at 6:30 on the agreement that I call the midwife at 8. At this
point contractions are about 6-8 minutes apart.
Called midwife.... She laughed and said to get to the birthing center
asap. I tested possitive for GBS so I needed my IV.
So.... I called jon and he came home right away. And then my worst
fear happened...( well my worst fear at this point in time) my
contractions totally stopped cause I got excited. Ugh
They checked me at the hospital still only 1 cm and 80%.
So they made me walk for an hour to see if I progressed at all
....or they tried until the fire drill started and we were locked in
the triage room ...( needless to say it's hard to get any walking done
in a 4x4 room)
Fire alarm stopped
We walked in the halls for 5 minutes....
I layed back down.....
She prepped to check me.....
And WHOOPS!!!!! My water broke right there on the table..... And
so.... Even though they would have sent me home home for lack of real
substantial progress.... They now had to keep me and start gbs
treatment.
My contractions picked up again and stayed about 4 minutes apart but
got much mire intense and lasted about 1 1/2 minutes.
I LOVED the day shift nurses.... They rocked. My triage nurse I knew
from a womens retreat with our church..... I loved her. My replacement
Nurse/ lactation consultant was the most wonderful person. She was
totally supportive with us..... She said the reason she did her jon
was because of people like us who wanted to do everything naturally.
Okay so iv time.... They put me on fluids too. I'm a hard draw so this
took two nurses then a specialist to find anything.
My parents are currently speeding down i90 from idaho hoping to make
it on time.... They did.....around 730pm.
It started getting really hard right after that..... On a pain scale
I'd say about a 9..... Just because later..... The really painful part
is sooo far past describable pain that on a scale of 1 to 10..... It's
about a 120!!!
Hmmm.... K so I went in the bath......ugh.....it was nice for a while.
Cold though.
Didn't last long ......I spent most of my time in my hands and
knees.... It was the most comfortable I could be...,either that or
standing up.
Around 9 pm I was starting to lose my mind.
They started to be concerned about his heartrate and continually
monitored him with the fetal monitor...... Damn things wouldn't stay
and the nurse fussed with it constantly .( new shift of nurses
now..... I hated them)

Tried the tub again...... This is about when I hit the NAP
stage.....things calmed down a little and I fell asleep between
contractions .
And then.....
I Had to push......NOW!!!!!
But they wouldn't let me...... They told me to "breath through it" and
not push for over 2 hours.....
That....was hands down....the worst pain I have ever felt in my life.
They becamed very concerned with his size at this point....his head
was also slightly cocked so he was having a hard time coming down. I
never did stop pushing like they told me to....I couldn't . Funny
thing is that the nurse kept saying "don't push....but whatever your
doing....it's working ". Hah! I WAS pushing! Dumb nurse
Once they finally let me push it was another two hours..... His heart
rate went crazy and theynput an internal fedal monitor on his head...
I hated that..... But..... Whatever
Something horrid about seeing something screwed into your babies head.
They started threatening c-cection now cause try didn't think he would
fit..... That pissed me off and with what sanity I had left ( which
mind you wasn't hardly any.... I couldn't speak or really move at this
point.... Just scream.) I cried out to God....asking him to just let
my baby be okay and that I could do this. And then He made it
possible.......
Then they were worried about bad tearing ..... Which I did but didn't
have to get cut....
Then they were worried about his shoulders breaking..... They didn't.
And then...... Pushing was over( mind you pushing was the best part of
the whole thing..... So not as painful as contractions!!!!)
They told me to reach down and pull out my baby..... I really didn't
think I'd actually have to pull... But I did.......
My child was huge! I was shocked!! They kept saying "oh he's not that
big" and I kept saying " look at his hands! He IS huge"
He was beautiful.... Well to me...... His poor little head was
sooosqjished and bruised from the journey.......and he had the most
vernix I have ever seen on a baby......i actually left hand prints on
his back.....
So there was my little man.....Jaden Ray Lentsch
Born at 4:20 am.... Yes 4:20....September 15th, 2009
He was huge...9lb 9oz. 21 1/2 inches
38cm head...... Yeah38!!!!! And you only dialate to 10! Yeah! I do
feel a bit of pride having done it 100% natural:)

He is sooo beautiful and I love him so very very much....
I also love my husband more than ever.... There is no way I could have
done it without him.... No way! And to see him be a father to our son
is incredible......
God has blessed me with a wonderful little family.
Since then it's been rough...... Getting into things with my nocturnal
baby:) but every day gets a little better and we get a bit more sleep.
The moral of the story.....
It sucked but it was all worth it!
I'm in love:)