So our princess has arrived! On April 18th, 2011 at 3:45AM, Ashleigh Paige Schab made her famous debut. In true Kristin nature, there is quite the 'story' behind her birth. I apologize ahead of time for the lengthy blog and for any parts that are "TMI" but here is how she entered the world...
Before you read the blog, please view the famous YouTube clip, David After Dentist below. Why you may ask? One reason, the video is hilarious. Two, please pay careful attention to the part at 55seconds-1 minute. I will be making reference to it in the blog.
Sunday evening ended how any normal Sunday for us would be. Rob got home from his part time job around 9PM, we caught up about our days, I nagged on him for leaving some groceries on the counter and we called both families to discuss our food plans for Easter and delegated who would bring what. Around 10:30PM, we crawled in bed and set our alarms for the Monday work day.
Monday, April 18th
12:30AM
I woke up to use the bathroom (which was certainly not uncommon for me during this pregnancy) when I noticed I peed a bit more than usual, felt a weird sensation in my stomach and noticed it was mostly clear. Hmmm, that is weird I thought- but didn't think much of it. It didn't seem like that much came out for my "water to break", so I went back to bed and decided to monitor how I felt. Not wanting to come off as the dramatic wife, I decided not to say anything to Rob until I felt something else.
1:15AM
Ouch! Felt my first official contraction. Start the timer...in baby class they told us to monitor the contractions and to call at 5-1-1. Since I was only feeling them about 10+ minutes apart- I laid in bed and tried to relax. After my second one, I finally woke up Rob. I explained it was probably Braxton Hicks, but lets start timing them. Although Rob was absolutely amazing during the whole birthing experience, this was his only one area he fell short. He fell back asleep when he was suppose to be logging my contractions and during one part when I asked him for the time of my previous one- he was way off.
1:50AM
Making the call...
After seeing some blood after using the bathroom, I thought this would be a good time to call the Doctor. Talk about being so nervous making the call! I felt incredibly ditzy on the phone! When they connected me to the Doctor - I started babbling like a nervous person. What symptoms are you feeling he asked? "Well, I think my water broke. I think my contractions are 10minutes apart. I think I had some bloody show." I didn't sound extremely confident in my answers and he said to only come in when the contractions are closer together (5-6 minutes apart). I asked Rob to start me a bath and help me relax...this could be a lonnnnggg process I told him, so lets wait it out before we go in.
2:00-3:00AM
This time frame is quite the blur. Sometime, after taking a short bath, I started to scream in pain. I immediately knew this was the real thing. I am definitely going into labor! During this hour span, the contractions got out of control! I was in so much pain and started screaming bloody murder. I decided to jump in the shower before we headed to the hospital and that is when it happened. The contractions went from 10+minutes apart to maybe 5 minutes to 2-3 minutes. I also started to have this weird sensation that I needed to push, almost as if I needed to use the "bathroom." During my screams in the shower, Rob had packed the car, started the car and came in to get me. I was in so much pain it probably took a good 10minutes for him to help me get changed, brush my teeth and walk me downstairs. I would have to take breaks in between steps due to the amount of pain I was in. Rob was amazing and got the dogs downstairs (he had to grab Porscha from underneath the bed because she was so scared from all of the screaming taking place). As I waited for Rob on the porch as he closed up shop, I had another contraction. I was clutching our porch post and screaming for him to please hurry up. We hopped into the car and off we went.
3:00AM
The loonnnggest car ride of my life!
I was in so much pain that I could not sit properly in the car. I basically was on my knees in a backwards position clutching the seat while Rob held a firm grip on my back as we drove. Every minute I would ask, "How close? Are we there?" About 6 minutes into our 20-25 minute drive to the hospital, I hear Rob go, "Oh, no." Yep, not what you want to hear when you are in labor. The entrance to I83 (the main highway) was shut down due to an accident. Let me just take a quick pause to thank God for not letting us leave any earlier than we did, not getting stuck on that road or being a part of that accident which occurred about 1/2 hour before we tried to enter I83. I also continue to pray for the two that were seriously injured in that accident. It is very scary to think about and I actually still struggle daily with this "what if" scenario.
Rob took some backroads and we were eventually able to enter I83 at another part. This is where I had my first "D.a.D.m" (David After Dentist Moment). All of a sudden I let out another murderous scream and cried to Rob to get me there as quick as he could. Sometime after we exited 83, I felt our car stop at a red light. I turn to Rob and said in a devilish voice, "If there are no cars, than GO!"
We pulled up to the hospital (we aren't 100% sure of exact time, but it was near 3:25/3:30am). Luckily a nurse was leaving the building as we were entering and had the security officer open the main doors and brought out a wheel chair for me. As Rob was rolling me through the main lobby, I had another "D.a.D.m." This one was by far the loudest and I wonder what the poor security officer thought as I cried bloody murder in the lobby? At one point, I actually got up on my knees on the wheel chair to face the opposite way. After getting 'lost' looking for the elevator for a brief moment, we were making our way up to the labor wing.
As soon as we got off the elevator and I made eye contact with the person working the reception desk, I started shouting, "Schab, Schab, Schab is here." Thinking I "called ahead" - I didn't want to delay any more. Two nurses greeted us and had Rob roll me into a room and at this point, my legs started to violent shake in the wheel chair. I kept telling the nurse, I feel as if I'm going to poop, I feel like I have to poop (I apologize if this offends anyone, but modesty has gone out the window for sure!) She immediately goes, "Get into the bed now." I basically took off my pants, but still had on my shirt and bra. She checked me internally and turns to Rob, both calmly, but urgently, "Rob, push the red button, push it now." It turns out, she was paging everyone to let them know, this was go time. She tells me, I am fully dilated and ready to go. In between the labor pains, I tell her that I am going to be needing an epidural. She shakes her head no. I ask again and basically plead to her, "No, you don't understand, I can't do this. I need an epidural!"
The next few minutes were a blur. I basically remember having two nurses hold my legs, looking up to see the Dr scrubbing in, Rob on my one side and everyone telling me to "PUSH." I am not sure how long I pushed for, it couldn't have been more than 5-7 minutes, when I felt this sensation and knew she arrived. Again, the following minutes were a blur as well. I remember shaking, pushing out the "after birth", getting a shot in my leg (there wasn't enough time to give me an IV) and I kept asking if she was ok. At one point, they put her on my chest so we could bond. I was shaking uncontrollably and was more concerned that they gave her the attention she needed. Due to the "quickness" of her birth, she did have some fluid in her lungs and she was going to be wheeled off for observation. I told Rob to go with her and make sure she is ok. While Ashleigh and Daddy went to get checked on, the nurse had to do my "official paperwork." Yes, the paperwork "before" you are admitted. After what seemed like a lifetime, I was finally able to get wheeled off and bond more with our little lady.
Before you read the blog, please view the famous YouTube clip, David After Dentist below. Why you may ask? One reason, the video is hilarious. Two, please pay careful attention to the part at 55seconds-1 minute. I will be making reference to it in the blog.
Sunday evening ended how any normal Sunday for us would be. Rob got home from his part time job around 9PM, we caught up about our days, I nagged on him for leaving some groceries on the counter and we called both families to discuss our food plans for Easter and delegated who would bring what. Around 10:30PM, we crawled in bed and set our alarms for the Monday work day.
Monday, April 18th
12:30AM
I woke up to use the bathroom (which was certainly not uncommon for me during this pregnancy) when I noticed I peed a bit more than usual, felt a weird sensation in my stomach and noticed it was mostly clear. Hmmm, that is weird I thought- but didn't think much of it. It didn't seem like that much came out for my "water to break", so I went back to bed and decided to monitor how I felt. Not wanting to come off as the dramatic wife, I decided not to say anything to Rob until I felt something else.
1:15AM
Ouch! Felt my first official contraction. Start the timer...in baby class they told us to monitor the contractions and to call at 5-1-1. Since I was only feeling them about 10+ minutes apart- I laid in bed and tried to relax. After my second one, I finally woke up Rob. I explained it was probably Braxton Hicks, but lets start timing them. Although Rob was absolutely amazing during the whole birthing experience, this was his only one area he fell short. He fell back asleep when he was suppose to be logging my contractions and during one part when I asked him for the time of my previous one- he was way off.
1:50AM
Making the call...
After seeing some blood after using the bathroom, I thought this would be a good time to call the Doctor. Talk about being so nervous making the call! I felt incredibly ditzy on the phone! When they connected me to the Doctor - I started babbling like a nervous person. What symptoms are you feeling he asked? "Well, I think my water broke. I think my contractions are 10minutes apart. I think I had some bloody show." I didn't sound extremely confident in my answers and he said to only come in when the contractions are closer together (5-6 minutes apart). I asked Rob to start me a bath and help me relax...this could be a lonnnnggg process I told him, so lets wait it out before we go in.
2:00-3:00AM
This time frame is quite the blur. Sometime, after taking a short bath, I started to scream in pain. I immediately knew this was the real thing. I am definitely going into labor! During this hour span, the contractions got out of control! I was in so much pain and started screaming bloody murder. I decided to jump in the shower before we headed to the hospital and that is when it happened. The contractions went from 10+minutes apart to maybe 5 minutes to 2-3 minutes. I also started to have this weird sensation that I needed to push, almost as if I needed to use the "bathroom." During my screams in the shower, Rob had packed the car, started the car and came in to get me. I was in so much pain it probably took a good 10minutes for him to help me get changed, brush my teeth and walk me downstairs. I would have to take breaks in between steps due to the amount of pain I was in. Rob was amazing and got the dogs downstairs (he had to grab Porscha from underneath the bed because she was so scared from all of the screaming taking place). As I waited for Rob on the porch as he closed up shop, I had another contraction. I was clutching our porch post and screaming for him to please hurry up. We hopped into the car and off we went.
3:00AM
The loonnnggest car ride of my life!
I was in so much pain that I could not sit properly in the car. I basically was on my knees in a backwards position clutching the seat while Rob held a firm grip on my back as we drove. Every minute I would ask, "How close? Are we there?" About 6 minutes into our 20-25 minute drive to the hospital, I hear Rob go, "Oh, no." Yep, not what you want to hear when you are in labor. The entrance to I83 (the main highway) was shut down due to an accident. Let me just take a quick pause to thank God for not letting us leave any earlier than we did, not getting stuck on that road or being a part of that accident which occurred about 1/2 hour before we tried to enter I83. I also continue to pray for the two that were seriously injured in that accident. It is very scary to think about and I actually still struggle daily with this "what if" scenario.
Rob took some backroads and we were eventually able to enter I83 at another part. This is where I had my first "D.a.D.m" (David After Dentist Moment). All of a sudden I let out another murderous scream and cried to Rob to get me there as quick as he could. Sometime after we exited 83, I felt our car stop at a red light. I turn to Rob and said in a devilish voice, "If there are no cars, than GO!"
We pulled up to the hospital (we aren't 100% sure of exact time, but it was near 3:25/3:30am). Luckily a nurse was leaving the building as we were entering and had the security officer open the main doors and brought out a wheel chair for me. As Rob was rolling me through the main lobby, I had another "D.a.D.m." This one was by far the loudest and I wonder what the poor security officer thought as I cried bloody murder in the lobby? At one point, I actually got up on my knees on the wheel chair to face the opposite way. After getting 'lost' looking for the elevator for a brief moment, we were making our way up to the labor wing.
As soon as we got off the elevator and I made eye contact with the person working the reception desk, I started shouting, "Schab, Schab, Schab is here." Thinking I "called ahead" - I didn't want to delay any more. Two nurses greeted us and had Rob roll me into a room and at this point, my legs started to violent shake in the wheel chair. I kept telling the nurse, I feel as if I'm going to poop, I feel like I have to poop (I apologize if this offends anyone, but modesty has gone out the window for sure!) She immediately goes, "Get into the bed now." I basically took off my pants, but still had on my shirt and bra. She checked me internally and turns to Rob, both calmly, but urgently, "Rob, push the red button, push it now." It turns out, she was paging everyone to let them know, this was go time. She tells me, I am fully dilated and ready to go. In between the labor pains, I tell her that I am going to be needing an epidural. She shakes her head no. I ask again and basically plead to her, "No, you don't understand, I can't do this. I need an epidural!"
The next few minutes were a blur. I basically remember having two nurses hold my legs, looking up to see the Dr scrubbing in, Rob on my one side and everyone telling me to "PUSH." I am not sure how long I pushed for, it couldn't have been more than 5-7 minutes, when I felt this sensation and knew she arrived. Again, the following minutes were a blur as well. I remember shaking, pushing out the "after birth", getting a shot in my leg (there wasn't enough time to give me an IV) and I kept asking if she was ok. At one point, they put her on my chest so we could bond. I was shaking uncontrollably and was more concerned that they gave her the attention she needed. Due to the "quickness" of her birth, she did have some fluid in her lungs and she was going to be wheeled off for observation. I told Rob to go with her and make sure she is ok. While Ashleigh and Daddy went to get checked on, the nurse had to do my "official paperwork." Yes, the paperwork "before" you are admitted. After what seemed like a lifetime, I was finally able to get wheeled off and bond more with our little lady.
Additional posts will document her first couple of days and we will definitely be adding many photos and videos!
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