In honor of it being Little Miss’ due date, I decided to share our birth story.
Naturally, Little Miss came 11 days past her due date, any mama’s should understand how miserable I was by then. This time a year ago I was walking laps in Target trying everything and anything to start labor.
The next couple of days I was having contractions, but nothing that was serious enough to have to rush to the hospital. I had a doctor appointment a few days later and I wasn’t even dilated or ready for labor, I’m sure you can imagine how annoyed I was leaving my appointment. The evening A and I decided to go bowling in hopes of starting labor, no such luck. I did however receive a call from my doctor that if I didn’t go into labor on my own I was going to be induced Saturday night. Four whole days away.
Saturday finally came, which felt like weeks, my bags had been packed for a month now, and the hospital was expecting us at 7pm. When we got to the hospital and signed in, They hooked me up to the monitors, and of course I still wasn’t even close to being ready for labor.
At this point, I told A to go home for the night because our cat Mouse wasn’t feeling good, yes I was still fur baby mom first at that time. That evening, my nurse had given me a pill to help start to dilate me. I thought I had bad contractions before..holy pickles now I was feeling real contractions.
I didn’t sleep that night and spent alot of my time walking around trying to hurry this little girl out. The next morning my doctor came in and checked me, I was finally dilating…3CM…I’m sure you can imagine my eye rolls when I heard it was only 3. He ended up having the break my water.
At this point, it’s Sunday morning just before 9am and my water hadn’t even broke yet. I had called A to let him know I was awake and my doctor was in and he could head over, he literally walked in right as my doctor broke my water. I don’t know which one of us was more disgusted; hearing or feeling my water break.
The next few hours felt like an eternity. I had my two very best friends plus A, and my parents in room with me since it was going to be a long day. By 11 am I was getting horrible contractions and I was allowed an epidural. Once I had my epidural in I was in heaven, but wasn’t allowed to get up and walk around anymore.
Fast forward to 9 pm, I’m still laying in my bed with my friends and A in the room. My doctor had been coming in every couple of hours to check me and up my pitocine, which was supposed to speed things up..it wasn’t, atleast it didn’t feel like it.
By this time we’re going into Monday, one of my girlfriends is asleep in the chair next to the bed, the other one was sleeping on the floor and A was back and forth between checking on Mouse, sleeping in his car and in the waiting room.
By 5 am I felt the worst pressure I had ever felt, I was so uncomfortable I woke up in tears and just wanted to go home. I had noticed that the nurses had gotten all the tools out and unwrapped and everything was ready for a baby to be born.
By 7 am, my doctor told me when to push, which is nothing like in the movies, nothing at all like the movies. Between all the nurses, my girlfriend throwing cold water on my face because I felt like I was going to throw up the whole time, and then A sitting right in the target zone..after telling him for months he needed to stay up at my head, I couldn’t believe how much was going on around me and all I could think was how tired I was. I couldn’t believe how hard it was to push. Fast forward 2 hours.. I was still pushing, with no progress.
My doctor and nurse allowed me to take a break and I felt like giving up, I finally broke down and told them I wanted a c-section or that I was going home. During my pregnancy I never read anything about c-sections, I didn’t even know they did them unless it was scheduled or an emergency. After one nurse trying to talk me out of it, I was set to have an emergency c-section, A was given a pair of scrubs and they were wheeling me down the hallway.
At 9:23 AM Little Miss was born into the world, I heard her cries and couldn’t believe she was finally here. After such a long pregnancy, and even longer labor, my Snowflake was here.
At 10 pounds 3 ounces, we figured out why she had to come via c-section, as she was sideways, but I’m so incredibly thankful I didn’t have her naturally, my gosh I couldn’t imagine.
But Little Miss came out as healthy as can be and that’s all that I cared about.
Right now, as we get ready to celebrate her 1st birthday I’m so thankful and blessed to have her and to have been able to watch her grow into the tiny human she is.