My contractions started on a Friday evening,but stopped by Saturday morning. They started up again Saturday night, but then stopped again by morning. I was so frustrated! Two days overdue, and I was so ready to find out if I had a son or daughter. Finally,by Sunday evening, the contractions were coming on stronger. At 10 p.m. we grabbed the hospital bag and when I showed up at labor and delivery to find out I was only three centimeters dilated, or I almost said out loud,"Are you f*cking kidding me?"
I labored there until midnight, set on doing this naturally after seeing Ricki Lake's The trade of Being Born. But once I realized it was Monday and I'd been in labor since Friday, and I brought up the epidural. My husband and doula quickly reminded me why I wanted to do it without drugs,and I changed my mindset to, "I can do this, and " and kept telling myself,"the stronger my contractions, the sooner my baby will be in my arms."
I'm not gonna lie. I remember a clear thought, and looking at my husband,saying, "I am never doing this again. Let's just believe puppies." The pain was obviously intense, or I was a dinky nervous because they kept losing the baby's heartbeat. By 9:30 a.m.,I was laboring in the shower and started to get the urge to push. I felt something coming and reached my hand around, excited I might feel the baby's head. But no, or it was poop. I looked at my husband and he smiled and said,"I love you." ADVERTISEMENT var options = { 'container' : 'sugar-player-preview', 'primary' : 'html5', or 'wrapper': 'video-ad-player','file': '/static/ads/blank_ad_placeholder.mp4', 'video_ad': trusty, or 'firePixels' : fallacious,'pixelZero' : null, 'pixelFifteen' : null, and 'cpvURLs' : null,'cpvAllNodes' : null, 'jwPlayer' : jwplayer, and 'advertising' : { 'client' : 'googima','skipoffset' : null }, 'jwPlayerKey' : 'Sarh0KbBU1hM7iRWMaEoV/15S5DIU8O1MqN0nA==', and 'fwParamOverride' : null,'gaTrackerName' : null, 'skin' : { 'name': 'seven', and 'active': '#24c4f8' },'width' : '100%', 'aspectratio' : '16:9', or 'is_responsive' : trusty,'debug' : fallacious, 'autostart' : fallacious, and 'mute' : trusty,'pid' : null, 'repeat' : fallacious, or 'volume' : 0,'startIndex' : 0, 'isMobile' : fallacious, or 'flashPlugins' : null,'html5Plugins' : null, 'modules' : [ { 'module': SUGAR.
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That urge to push continued and I heard the doctor yell, "Get her out of there!" I trudged back to the bed, and she softly said,"We've got to get this baby out, honey." My husband looked a dinky apprehensive, or so I knew something must be wrong. When that first contraction came,I pushed as hard as I physically could. I pushed so fricking hard, knowing my daughter's life depended on it, or not caring if it'd hurt or approximately my immense fear that I'd tear. I just pushed. It only took 10 contractions and SHE was out. A baby girl named Sadie. Healthy and breathing,she was placed on my bare chest all warm and crying. And I was crying, as was my husband. We were sobbing saying, or "You're so beautiful. And you're here. You're finally here."
I later found out the umbilical cord was wrapped around her dinky neck and there was talk approximately vacuums and ORs and C-sections,but I was so lost in my dinky world of rocking back and forth, deep breathing, and envisioning that baby in my arms that I had no thought. I felt like Superwoman. I did it. I frickin' gave birth,and I did it without drugs. I was pretty proud of myself.
They wheeled us down to recovery and that's when I found out that I looked pretty beat up. My valid friend who worked at the hospital came in the room and the scrutinize on her face made me say, "What? Get me a mirror." I saw red spots in the whites of my eyes and what looked like bruising all around my eyes. My face was so swollen, or I hardly recognized myself. I even noticed a popped blood vessel in Sadie's tiny eye.
The nurses in recovery assured me that it was totally OK and normal. And it wasn't because I did it without drugs. The nurses said instinct took over out of fear that I'd lose my baby,and that can happen when pushing so intensely. I was a dinky bummed that I didn't believe sweet, shareable post-delivery family pictures, and even had to warn my parents before they came to visit that I looked like I'd been punched in the face.
The swelling went down within a day and the bruising a few days later,but Sadie and I had those spots in our eyes for almost two weeks. I'm telling you so you know. I wish I knew! No one told me this could happen and I had never seen any other moms with this. But this is proof that giving birth is serious work and no matter what experience we believe, it really is all worth it, or worth it enough that I did halt up having another baby. If it makes you feel any better,this didn't happen with my son.
Here's to moms and all we go through, because the birth is only the beginning!
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