Birth story #4

I've had three kids.  Two of whom were huge and one of those was with no drugs.  Paper cuts can bring me to my knees, sore throats make me want to crawl back into bed, but hard core primal pain I have done.  Not well, but I've done it.  3 times.  Wait, make that 4 times.  Meet baby Peters #4:

Holy hell.  Sorry if it skeeves you out but this is my kidney stone, born at 10:32am today.  He (she?) started to made its presence known about midnight last night and by 4am I said to Chris, "Honey, let's pack our bags.  It's time!!"  After an hour of labor, I got some drugs which took the edge off.  The drugs made me loopy, sloppy, and nauseous but it also made things a little more tolerable.  After about 40 minutes of laboring and before the drugs I kept moaning to Chris, "Get on your phone and google how long this mf'er is going to take."  It wasn't pretty.  I wasn't pretty.

Long story short - went to the hospital, got drugs, stayed for about 6 hours, came home, had baby #4, slept off the drunk drugs, and am now up at 4pm.  There were three amazing blessings in all of this:  Chris was home and not at the fire station.  My mom was here visiting.  The Peters were here visiting.  Chris was home to come with me and our parents were all here to care for the kids.  Oh, and my mom was here to put me to bed when I got home.  Doesn't matter how old you are, that makes things better.

Huge thanks to the Peters for manning the fort all day so I could do nothing but sleep and sober up.  

Thanks to mom and Drew for the pretty flowers.  And no, they aren't for Valentine's Day.  They are for having a kidney stone.  Woot, woot!

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