While some of you love the gory details of child birthing but I know some of you don't. So I'll try to keep it clean!
When I went for my last appointment, my doctor said progress was pretty minimal (as in half a centimeter minimal). We had an induction scheduled for the following week and he and I both expected I'd be keeping that appointment. I'd been having contractions at 20 minutes apart all week, but they obviously weren't doing much for me. Nonetheless, my mom was just waiting for the phone call to jump in the car and drive here from NM. We were worried that the crazy, unusually severe weather would keep her from coming. But things let up Christmas Eve, and her and my brother drove here in between blizzards.
We had dinner at Cafe Rio (note: everything I ate was mild thanks to heart burn, so this did NOT make me go into labor) and came home to watch our traditional Christmas movies. At 9pm (during Garfield's Christmas) I felt really sick. Contractions starting coming 10 and then 5 minutes apart. After an hour and a half I knew it was the real deal. My family, however, was skeptical. I insisted we go to the hospital and the on-call OB recommended it. My poor Mom and brother grabbed their unpacked bags (they'd only been here six hours) and followed us to the hospital. We got there at 11:30ish and I was admitted an hour later.
Yes, I had an epidural, and I am not ashamed. Once the real contractions had started, they were HARSH! I was very glad to have the shot. So I labored through the night in peace. The next morning we went to work on the pushing (most pain of my life--the only part that brought me to tears). That went on for about two hours. Then the on-call doctor came in, immediately did an episiotomy(which then proceeded to tear). And when I really thought I couldn't take it any longer out came my squirmy-wormy miracle, screaming like a banshee.
Then I really started crying. She was perfect and worth every ounce of physical pain and emotional heartache I'd felt. And it may sound cheesy, but I absolutely knew she was sent from Heaven specifically to me.
6 comments:
I ate Cafe Rio the night I went into labor too. Unfortunately I threw it all up during labor and now it will never be the same again. Moral of the story: don't eat anything you like the last two weeks of pregnancy. A fact you didn't need to know, but felt compelled to tell you anyways. Thanks for sharing the birth story, I'm semi obsessed with them so it's always fun to read!
Thanks so much for sharing. What a miracle! I love your immediate, special connection to her. What a lucky girl she is to be born in your family! We could not be happier for you guys!!
So happy to finally read this story!!! We are just thrilled for you.
that wasnt long enough and far too few details...get back to work girl!! hahahah! i loved it and you are right she was sent just for you...lifes biggest lesson and most perfect joy just for you!
wait, and where are all the pictures????? go to my blog and look at addies birth story at the end of 2008 somewhere for a reference of an appropriate amount of pictures :) this just isn't going to cut it!
i lied it's april 7th 2009
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