I never sat down and wrote the birth story for the girls and although I still plan on doing that I know that there are things that I have forgotten. Sad but very true! So I thought I would hurry and write down the birth story of Mr. Cameron Gillespie before I started forgetting things.......
I always knew that this pregnancy was going to be different than it was with the girls. I just had this feeling like everything was going to go smoothly with the pregnancy and for the first time I wouldn't have any complications. I did want to have another VBAC (vaginal birth after Ceasarean) and with a VBAC they like to have you go into labor on your own because you have a lower risk of having your uterus rupture. This was something I was so afraid of. I have never gone into labor on my own I have always just gone in and they say, "You are going to have a baby today!" and then I am induced. It was nice and it was safe because I already knew I was at the hospital and that was where I was going to have my baby. Going into labor on my own scared me because of the unknown. How would I know if I was really in labor? What if I didn't make it to the hospital? (Since I deliver at the U it is a 45 minute drive from Eagle Mountain.) What if Vinny was at work when I went into labor? How would I get the girls to my in-laws? All of these questions were things I thought about everyday. In fact I was so scared about it that I had to get a blessing from Vincen. The blessing definitely helped me so I didn't go crazy and the girls kept me so busy that I really didn't have time to think about it anymore. (Thank Goodness)
All the girls in my family get together once a year and have a girls celebration. We usually go away for a couple of nights and just relax and hang out. Well they wanted to do one before I had the baby so July 13th we all met at Rachel's house. On my way there I started having contractions that were about every 10 minutes apart. I was actually trying to wish them away since I was going to be all the way in springville and there was an accident going northbound that had the freeway pretty much stopped. I was not going to have my baby on the side of the road! Thankfully they did go away by the time I got there they weren't as regular and didn't come as often. We started watching a movie and while I was laying there watching them they started back up again. I told my mom she started keeping track of how often they came and everyone (but me) was getting excited that we might be spending some of our girls celebration at the hospital! After about two hours of contractions we decided it might be time to call Vincen and start heading up to the hospital. I had told Vincen before I left to keep his phone by him just in case I go into labor....I was more joking but at the same time I really did want him to do that. Well you can guess that when I called (which was at 11:30 at night) that he didn't answer because his phone was nowhere close to him. The minute I called him and he didn't answer the contractions stopped. It was almost like Cameron knew if we couldn't get hold of Vincen he wasn't going to come without his daddy being there. I did still have contractions but nothing that was regular like before.
I started getting a little bit upset on my way home. I felt like someone played a cruel joke on me making me think I was in labor but really I wasn't. I just felt like I was never going to have my baby after that. I still had contractions off and on all day saturday but really I just came to the conclusion that I wasn't going to have my baby anytime soon and I just needed to be okay with it. (Really funny now that I thought that) On Sunday July 15th I woke up around 5 in the morning with contractions that were coming every 10-12 minutes and by 7 in the morning were coming every 4-5 minutes apart. I decided to wake Vincen up and let him know that we should probably go to the hospital. I was a little bit hesistant because I was afraid that I would get up there and they would just send me home and tell me that I really wasn't in labor. So we did take our time getting out the door. Finally by 8 in the morning we were on our way to meet his parents at a park and ride so they could take the girls. Contractions were still coming every 4 minutes apart. I could still laugh and talk to Vincen inbetween so I knew that I was okay. We finally got to the hospital around 9 o'clock. They put me in a room where they hook up the monitors to you and watch you to make sure you are really in labor. They didn't even come see me until I had been there 20 minutes and I will admit I was a little bit frustrated. A Dr. finally came in and talked to me and got my information (she was really nice so then I felt bad for being so frustrated.) She asked if I felt like a baby was going to come out and I said no so she said that she would be back in like 15 minutes to check me to see how far I was dialated. When she came back and started checking me she was shocked (and so was I) to find out I was at an 8 already. She told me, "I can't believe you are at an 8 and you are so calm!" Then it seemed like everything was happening so fast. A nurse was in there to take me to labor and delivery. When we got to that room everyone was rushing around getting everything ready. They all said I didn't look like someone who was at an 8 and asked if I was sure if I wanted an epidural since I was doing so good which I immediately replied...."Yeah, I definitely want the epidural!" They gave me the epidural. Came in broke my water, was dialated to a nine. Not even an hour later told me it was time to push. After pushing through two contractions and about 5 minutes later he was here! My little boy was here and I wanted to cry! They let me see him for a second before taking him to get cleaned up and from the moment that I saw him I was in love! There is definitely a different bond between mothers and sons. I love my girls so much but I know they will need more than just my love for them. With Cameron I feel like he will need more from Vincen and all I have to do is love him! (Which is already so easy to do!)
Through this whole experience I have felt my saviors love for me personally. I know he listens to my prayers. I just feel so blessed to be able to be a part of this church and have the knowledge that no matter what I am going through I always have someone who is watching out for me, that will listen and that understands. I feel so blessed and humbled to be a mommy to three of Heavenly Father's precious children. I am so grateful that He has trusted me with them. My prayer is that I can always be a good example, leading them on that straight and narrow path back to our Heavenly Father.
Sorry about the immodesty! Didn't realize how much skin I was showing but had to post this picture. The only one I have right after I had him.
Meeting their brother for the first time!
Looks just like his daddy!
Look how small he is in his carseat!
Love my little guy!
Yay For brothers!