It seemed as if I had been up a million times to use the restroom that night and here I am awake at almost 4am going AGAIN! I am Certain my unborn princess was squeezing my bladder 🙂 I got back in the bed trying not to wake my husband and while I was trying to get settled (it’s hard to do when your tummy is the size of a beach-ball) I felt a trickling down my legs… WHAT?! I just went! Why am I peeing on myself?! -yes peeing on yourself happens to pregnant women for those who don’t know 😉 any how I stood up trying my hardest to stop the flow by crossing my legs VERY tightly but as soon as I stood up it was like a dam broke! I ran to the restroom with my legs still crossed (and soaked) and sat down and the flow was still not SLOWING down! I thought to myself “my word, how much did I have to drink last night?” Then it occured to me that I should probably look at the color… it was weird… clear with chunks of floating white things (which I later found out was vernix that had been covering my baby girl during my pregnancy) I really thought nothing of it and tried to go back to sleep but Joey was awake now and asked me what was wrong. When I told him it wasn’t long before the hospital was waiting on us!
I am pretty sure that was the LONGEST trip to Birmingham I have ever made. It was about 5am no cars were on the road and things were looking a lot more peaceful than what I was feeling at this time. The contractions started very strongly when we got in the car and nothing I could do would make me comfortable. I was a little worried since I had a very fast delivery with my first and the second was supposed to be even quicker. we finally made it to the hospital right around 6am. Dr. Adcock was on call (he had delivered my firstborn) so that was really good news to me! He let everyone involed know that I was pretty much able to do what ever I wanted and to leave me alone unless I wanted otherwise (yay for awesome OBs) My nurse checked my cervix and I was 1cm. ONE!!! I was in this much pain at 7cm with my son! dlkgmdsfgmkkoprn!!!! I was really nervous because I only had 24 hours to get this baby out (starting at 1) before medical intervention was “needed”. My mother was called to pick up my son who had been growing weary of this adventure. My doula was on her way and all I could think was this is going to be a long hard ride…
By 9am I was almost 5cm-done with the first phase of labor, which was AMAZING news to a momma who no longer had amniotic fluid to cusion her contractions, yup at this time I was feeling it FULL Force. I remember the pain very well… It was radiating into my thighs and no matter what I did or any trick my doula could think of it was excruciating. I had been switching between walking taking a shower and rocking in the rocking chair to relieve the pain up until I was about 7cm. I knew the Lord was my strength and I COULD do this but boy it was hard stuff. At this point I was just plain exauhsted- I know I’m a pansy, momma’s have labored for a lot longer than this! I had to lie in bed now! I had a bar across my bed with a scarf tied to it to pull up when a contraction came. I was very very very annoyed with everything right about this time and was being asked a million questions by the student nurse that I let observe, yeah… I finally just stopped answering her :p I had the most wonderful nurse named Mykensie too- Just thought I’d let you know 😉
It was about 12:45 and things started changing my contractions were a lot closer together but not as painful but now all the pain was well you know. I started “bearing down” and told my Doula to get my nurse! She ran after her and the nurse came in and said it was getting close but to call her when I felt like I needed to push. Not a minute after she left I yelled at my doula to get my nurse because I was about to push this baby out! My nurse came back in and checked me and sure enough it was time to call the doctor in! These last few minutes all my focus was on getting this baby out!
I pushed twice and my sweet girl’s head was out. Dr. Adcock told me to stop pushing because the umbilical cord was strangaling her. He cut it and I pushed one more time and she was born at 12:55! There was not the warm and fuzzy feeling I expected though… she wasn’t breathing. I cried silently so I could hear what all was going on with her. The Nicu was in there to giver her oxygen and stimulate her to breathe. A few minutes later I saw her tiny chest move up and down PRAISE HIM! I could smile now. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t wait to get my arms around her. When they placed her in my arms… I really don’t know what to say but that it was perfect and beautiful. after the doctor sewed me up -I had a pretty nasty tear, Judah came in to meet his sister. My husband stood beside me, my sweet 15 month old boy in the bed beside me and my daughter in my arms while our doctor prayed with us as we blessed the Lord for his mercies and grace. It was pretty much the best day of my life… so far 😉
March 9, 2013 12:55pm
7lbs 5oz 20″ of sweetness
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