A Birth Story

Of course, I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary today. My husband usually came to my appointments, but he couldn't make it this time. My mom was there with me instead, and honestly, I thought it would be just another quick check-up—pee on a stick, a few words exchanged, and we'd be out in no time.

But as soon as the doctor walked in, I knew something was wrong. He took one look at me and said, "We're going to need to run some tests." I joked internally, thinking maybe it was just my swollen nose or my feet disappearing into my ankles, but apparently, it was more serious than that. Wednesday, 2:00 PM, I called my husband to let him know the news. "They're keeping me overnight," I told him, mentally preparing myself for what I thought would be a simple urine test. He sounded hopeful, asking if he should bring the car seat. "No," I said confidently, "it's just an overnight thing."

Wednesday, 3:30 PM. That's when things started to spiral. A nurse accidentally broke a vile while giving me a shot. I couldn't even remember what it was for, but now they had to make a new batch. And then, at 4:00 PM, it happened again. "Never happened before," the nurse kept saying, but it did nothing to ease my growing unease. By 6:00 PM, I was settled into my room with Chris by my side. I tried to joke about how "interesting" the day had been, but deep down, I was scared.

Thursday morning, the blood pressure readings were steady, albeit high. They collected the urine sample, and we waited anxiously for the results. When they came back, it was preeclampsia. I was going to have the baby, and we were going to be parents. I remember thinking, "OMG, we're going to be parents." Was I ready? Probably not, but it was too late to turn back now. We had to wait until Sunday for the induction, and they wouldn't let me go home on bed rest. Instead, I was hooked up to an IV for fluids, and nurses checked on me every hour. By Friday evening, I was scolded for trying to walk, even though it was just to the restroom. Bed rest meant staying put, no matter how bored I got.

Saturday dragged on. I napped, I watched TV, I tried to keep myself entertained, but mostly, I was bored. Chris requested an epidural for the discomfort of sleeping in a chair, but the nurse didn't laugh. I didn't blame her. Sunday morning brought more seriousness. They hooked me up to a magnesium sulfate drip to prevent preeclampsia from turning into eclampsia. It felt like I was being pumped full of liquid fire, and I was nauseous. Deep breaths helped, but I was still uncomfortable.

By 10:00 AM, I was already dilated to four, and it was time to start the pitocin drip. The contractions began, but I hadn't felt much yet. Chris was holding my hand, watching the monitor, telling me when they were coming. "It's hype," I thought. But then, at 11:15 AM, I was dilated to five, and I decided to take a nap. When the nurse woke me up for the epidural at noon, I was still dilated to five. The anesthesiologist arrived, and I was terrified. Holding still was excruciating, especially with the weird sensations from the magnesium sulfate coursing through my veins. I felt a small prick in my back, and he said he was done. Done? Really?

At 1:00 PM, I was dilated to six, and they turned up the pitocin. By 1:40 PM, I felt pressure, and by 1:45 PM, I was fully dilated. The room transformed into a delivery room, and the on-call doctor came in. She seemed nice enough. At 1:52 PM, it was time to push. My head felt like it was going to explode, and I had no control. Everyone was telling me I was doing great, so I pushed harder. With the second push, the baby's head crowned, and there was a snip and a release. The baby's head emerged, and Chris looked absolutely elated. Her hair was already visible, and I couldn't believe it. Within moments, she was on my chest, and I held her close. This was the most incredible moment of my life.

But it wasn't over yet. Our daughter was whisked away to the nursery because of being born early and the medications I had been on. She needed to be monitored for 24 hours. Those days were a blur of emotions—highs and lows. After a couple of days, I was discharged, and we left without her. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. We stayed as long as we could, watching her, nursing her, being there for her. Finally, after five long days, our healthy baby girl was released into our arms and our home. Our lives had changed forever—for the better.

We are a family.

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