My super moon.
Liam Christopher Esparza
9lbs. 5oz. 22in. 2:09pm
It all started on January 2nd, 2018 at 2:30am. I was sleeping in our bedroom, when I started having a dream that I was going to have to use the restroom. I was alerted out of my sleep, jumped out of bed, only to find that my water had broke.
I went straight to the kitchen to find Truth, and told him what had happen. We packed our bags, woke my mother, and headed to David Grant Medical Center.
We were admitted into room number 2, where we were taken great care of by some of the best nurses and doctors I have ever met.
Since my water had broken, I was already having contractions, even though I could not feel them. They hooked me up to all my IV's and medicines to prep me for the journey of giving birth.
I began laboring on my own once they became stronger with the help of pitocine. It was some of the most intense pain I had ever felt. I mainly felt my contractions all through my hip bones, and upper thighs. They were strong, and they were consistently 1-3 minutes apart.
This gave me high hopes that I could labor as long as possible before getting the epidural. I never had a 'birth plan', I simply wanted to see what my body and mind could handle.
Around 4:00pm on January 2nd, I caved and requested the epidural. Oh my gosh...I could have never been happier than in that moment. I was finally able to rest after a long day of work. I was so excited to see where I was in preparation for meeting my son because I knew I had worked so hard to get to this point...
I was only 3cm dilated. Not even considered 'active labor' in the hospital.
I didn't let that get me down. I was in such a better mood being numb from the pain, and I was able to rest my mind and get it ready to give birth to my beautiful son. The amazing doctors and nurses checked on me every 4 hours from 4:00pm-4:30am. By 4:30am, I knew I HAD to have made SOME progress..right? Wrong.
By that time, I really had to convince myself that I was okay with getting a c-section. I wasn't scared of that option, and I wasn't disappointed in myself if it came down to it, because all I wanted was a healthy baby boy.
But, it had to be considered because of my water breaking 24+ hours prior, and that puts Liam and I both at risk for infection.
I fell back asleep after the 4:30am check up, and when I was woken up for my 8:30am check up, somehow I had made it to 9cm.
They were prepping me to start pushing by 10:45am.
At 2:09pm, I heard the most beautiful cry. It was this squeaky, bird like cooing that just made me burst into tears.
HE'S HERE. HE'S HERE AND HE'S ALL MINE. I thought to myself.
I don't even remember the commotion after I heard him, all I heard was him. I looked over at Truth who was crying and saying "oh my gosh Kayla, you did it, you did it, he's here, he's here".
And that was when I was able to hold his beautiful little body and see his perfect face.
I have never loved someone more than your Dad, but with you in the picture, Liam, there is definitely some competition. I will always love you. Welcome to the world little man.