I know, I know, I have been bad about putting photos up of the little guy so they are to follow below.
Josiah Rainier was suppose to come on June 19th, 2009 by a scheduled c-section but he had other plans. The morning of June 16th, 2009 I went into labor about 6 am. The contractions were about 15 minutes apart so I thought I would still have time to eat some breakfast than kiss the kids goodbye. The funny thing was, that was the same morning I was scheduled to come in and do the paperwork for my surgery. I drove myself to the hospital, having to stop twice for contractions...I only live about a 10 minute drive to the hospital. Well, when I got up to labor and delivery about 7:30 am I saw my doctor and told him I was having contractions about every 10 minutes he just looked at me and said that he was coming off a 24 hour shift and I would have to deal with the next doctor coming on. So a nurse put me on a monitor in the NST (non stress test) room. Well, the monitor wasn't pulling up any contractions, I told the nurse I was and she just looked at me like, okay lady whatever. I asked her to check me to see how dialated I was and she was like, oh you probably just passed your plug (if you don't know what it is you can look it up, I will not explain that on here) and that I was probably just having a urinary tract infection. I looked at her and said, "lady, I have been in labor, this isn't my first rodeo, I swear to you I am having contractions." Again she just looked at me and just told me to go down and do my paperwork at Same Day Surgery. By the time I get down there they were about 8 minutes apart, I was staring at the clock. I was having to wait for yet another nurse and by the time she got to me I had already paced the halls in pain and my contractions were now less than 2 minutes apart.
The nurse looked at me and said, "honey you are in labor, I don't care what they say upstairs." So they put me in a wheel chair and brought me back to labor and delivery and the first nurse that saw me was trying to wonder why I was there and said again that I was just having a urinary tract infection and told me to go wait in the waiting room. I told the lady, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?#$@" I was in so much pain I was on the floor. Each time a contraction came it was like nothing I had experienced before, it felt like someone was gutting me open from where I had my two other c-section incisions. They finally brought me to a room where they had me lay down on a table. My contractions were now less than a minute apart and I was screaming in pain. By now Zach had showed up and new that I was definately in labor. A different nurse came in and checked me to see if my water had broke and sure enough it had, the lady said it has probably been that way for awhile. I was like, "No, sh-- Dick Tracy!" When you are in that kind of pain, words just fly right out of my mouth, especially since I had tried to tell them that I was in labor not even 2 hours ago.
Well, the nurses dashed out of the room to go and try to get my room ready and the operating room preped. By the time I got to my room I was ready to put my head through the wall. All the while screaming for them to give me some pain medicine. It was torture like I had never felt. (When I was in labor with Joshua the contractions were nothing even close to this, this was a whole other level of pain.) The staff were trying to ask me questions and Zach realized I wasn't exactly rational at that very moment so he was answering stuff for me. Again I was screaming for pain meds, anything, something but I had to wait a little while because no one could get the IV in my arm. Finally the anesthesiologist came in and got it in. They gave me something, I am not sure what, but it took the edge off for just a little while but not for long. I was screaming in pain again wanting to know why I couldn't have my spinal. My doctor came in, he looked like Mr. Magoo. This guy looked like he should have retired a long time ago. Anyways I told him he better hurry up. While we were waiting a nurse put her hand on my tummy to feel the contractions since they still weren't showing up on any monitor and try to help me breathe through them.
They then made me walk to the operating room, can you believe that? It took me ten minutes to just walk down a small hallway, than I had to hop onto the operating table where I had to sit as still as I could through every contraction while the anesthesiologist tried giving me a spinal. It took him three tries, ugghh, but after that my pain was gone. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah! Zach was finally able to come in and that made me feel even better, than a little bit later I hear Josiah crying. When the doctor held him over the sheets, he was just covered in white goo but he was just so adorable. I never want the kids to be alone so I have always had Zach go and stand by them while the doctors finish sewing me up. I was just in tears hearing him cry. It was bittersweet too as I knew that he was my last.
The other reason why I was crying is because I felt like I had gone through so much with this pregnancy. At 18 weeks along I thought I was having a miscarriage but they saw the baby and said everything was fine, sent me home. Well not too much longer I could barely move, I get back to the hospital and went through a terrible ordeal and finally ended having to go have surgery to have an apendectomy. Shortly after that I found out that I had gestational diabetes. Tried to fix it with diet, than with pills, and finally had to take insulin several times a day which still never fixed my blood sugar problem.
I tell you all of that to tell you this. I would go through all of that again. When you see that face and they wrap their hand around yours, everything that happend prior seems to fade away.
The rest of my stay in the hospital was just fine. The other nurses that came in were just wonderful. I was able to be out of there in two days with our precious little bundle in-tow. He came out perfectly healthy, perfectly, wonderful, and the perfect blessing.
JOSIAH RAINIER DASHIELL entered this world at 12:35 pm on June 16th, 2009 weighing in at 6 lbs 15.9 ounces and was 19.5 inches long.
Here's me on June 14th; two days before he came.

Here I am being able to hold him for the first time.
Here he is in all his glory!
And, here he his with his father's hand touching his face.
Isn't he just adorable!
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