Well starting off by telling you about Emily's birth I would have to tell you the whole story about before labor.Labor began the following day of sept 26, 2006 I was not feeling well and i had already had some pains and it was night time about 9:30 pm and i was sitting outside and I said i think it is time to go well we all flipped out because my mom was gone in my car so i had to call a friend to come get me well when i got there it was a false alarm and i was 36 wks pregnant so they kept me and induced me by time the doctor can in and checked my amniotic fluids i had none so they said i needed to get a epidural and that medicine that induces your labor so they gave me patosin i think that was what it was and about 3 hours later they gave me an epidural and i was crying my eyes out because i was scared of that needle going in my back well after the epidural i started not to feel any pain till after an hour or so and i had this pocket that i was hurting really bad in and i was feeling my contraction so they had to lean me over for the epidural to get on my right side so after that it was as smooth as a piece of glass i felt nothing even when i was pushing for 10 minutes. I had Emily at 12:07 pm on September 26, 2006 and she had the most beautiful cry i have ever heard, well after i heard he i wanted to get up and see her so i stood up and I fell straight to the ground because i had not feeling waist down because of the epi. well after a day or so went by i started having good feeling and me and the baby are still kicking...
I woke up at 4:00 am on 1/27/07 feeling somewhat sharp pains in my lower tummy and they were pretty close together so I woke up my fiance and told him we needed to go to the hospital. He jumps up and runs around trying to get everything ready. When he returned to the bedroom I had my leg propped up on the trash can painting my toe nails and had my hair straightner heating up...he just looked at me and asked what in the world I was doing lol. Got to the hospital and was dilated to a 3, walked for an hour and got to a 4, my midwife broke my water, before I knew it I was 5,6,7 but for some reason stopped right there. They tried lying me on my side but my blood pressure would go way down and so would my daughters heart rate. Her head was not moving down far enough and they started to discuss a c-section with me. Meanwhile, all the women in the rooms close to me were screaming their heads off and scaring me to death! My midwife was determined to get her here without the c-section, I started pushing and an hour later she was here! She arrived at 9:30 pm...17 1/2 hours of labor...not too bad.
Being that Dustin is my first and only child I really didn't know what to expect. I mean, I'd read all the books and magazines I could and articles on labor, etc. . Anyways, I woke up one Sunday morning just like always. I'd gone to the bathroom. There was blood everywhere. So naturally I start freaking out and calling for dh to come in the bathroom now !. He comes running in the bathroom wanting to know what's going on. He sees the blood and immediately calls the Dr. . (this was on a Sunday morning) Unfortunately my Dr's partner - a real jerk - is on call. He calls back and tells us - nonchalantly - that it is normal, dont' worry about it, and to carry on about our business of the day. That isn't good enough for dh. He went off on him. He was like "what the 'heck' do you mean it's normal ?. since when is it normal for a woman to look as though she is bleeding to death ?". Well anyway, he gets off the phone with him and makes me lie on the couch for a while. So I start calling every woman I know who has had kids. They all tell me they had never had that happen to them, and, it even freaked some of them out too.As the day progresses, the evening comes. That's when the pain begins to come. As the night goes on it starts getting worse. Dh was a truck driver at the time. He worked half an hour away from the house. He was supposed to leave early for work the next morning. At around midnight, he calls his supervisor and tells him he's taking me to the hospital. He says ok but he has to take the paperwork back to the office so he can get someone else to replace him the next day. My hubby worked half an hour away at the time. I told him if he had to leave me, to please hurry !. And do you know he made it to the office and back home in less than half an hour ?.!.He gets back home and we head to the hospital. And of course I didn't know why we were there because they'd sent me back home so many times before. The nurse comes in and sees me crying. She asks what's wrong. I tell her I didn't know why I was there because I just knew they were going to send me home. She assured me that she didn't think that was going to happen. She said she'd send another nurse in to check me. That in itself was an awkward moment. The next nurse that came in was someone I'd gone to high school with !. Anyways, they decided to keep me. And, the next morning, my doctor whom I still love to this day, lol, came in and broke my water. Later that afternoon, Dustin was born at 3:54 pm, weighing 6 lbs 15 oz. and 20 in long.On a side note, we all still laugh about this. Earlier in the year, in Feb. , one of my best friends had a baby boy. The next day, we'd gone to see her at the hospital. As we were looking at her new son, her hubby looks at my hubby and jokes that we just might be next. That night I did a home pregnancy test and found out I was pregnant lol !. I called her at the hospital the next day to check on her. She said she was fine. I said that that was good. I said (jokingly) that her behind was mine when she got home. She laughed and asked, "What did I do ?." I told her about the night before and finding out I was pregnant. LOL. We still laugh about it to this day !.
The day before I went into labor I'd spent the day with my mother-in-law.That was a very stressful day-too long to talk about.The next morning around six, I started having contractions. I wasn’t sure if they were the real thing so I timed them and called my mother. She said go to the hospital.I didn’t really want to go, but Alex and I figured better safe than sorry right?Not long after we got there they check my cervix (the first of too many times) and the nurse said I was two centimeters dilated, and I was in labor. Actually, I’d heard the nurse down the hall say my name and say I was in labor before she even came and told me.I tried not to panic or worry, but it was hard not to. I’d had a feeling for weeks that Chloe was coming early, call it mother’s intuition, but now that she was coming, I just knew she wasn’t ready. She had six weeks to go.They sent me up to a labor and delivery room and settled me in to have a baby.Hours passed. Understandable since I was only two centimeters dilated. Another few hours passed and after first saying I was having a baby sometime that day, they were now saying they were going to move me to an ante partum room.The next day I was still two centimeters.The day after that I went up one centimeter.I went in on Tuesday. FRIDAY came and they finally decided to give me some medicine to try and stop the contractions. Three shots alternating arms. Before they’d only given me medicine to relax me and that was only when I asked for it, which was when the pain was just too bad for me to take. REALLY good stuff that I turned out being ALLERGIC to!!! Talk about loooopy! But it made me itch on my stomach and thighs.They gave me Benedryll. I was so out of it that when I looked at Alex I didn't see his head or neck. The nurse who gave me the shot to try and stop them said as long as I didn’t have more than four contractions in an hour I should be alright. After the last shot the contractions came every few minutes. Once again the nurse came and checked my cervix. I was four centimeters apart, so the doctor decided to send me back to labor and delivery and break my water (might I also add that MY doctor was out of town that week).I decided to have an epidural.I was so scared while they were doing it. But Alex was there supporting me, keeping me focused. I think I flinched really bad once and the had to start over. But after that kicked in everything was all good. My legs felt all rubbery, even well after having Chloe.After five or ten minutes of pushing, I don’t really know how long I pushed, but I’d say I pushed maybe four times, Chloe Grace was here, at 8:10 4bbs 15oz. 17.5 inches long already crying. They fllopped her on me right out of the womb and I got to hold her for a minute of so, before they cleaned her up. My husband was able to carry her to NICU and she was just placed under a warmer she didn't have to be placed in an incubator.The doctor said it’s a good thing she was born when she was because her umbilical cord was tied in a tight knot. I saw it. It was very gross, and the not was hurge. Apparently, she hadn’t been getting fed.But everything was fine. To this day I sometime wonder how she escaped not being caught in that knot somehow. Not being strangled. But she was very active. And I try not to question God's doing.
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