My birth story 💗

At 39 weeks we went in for our regular visit. My doctor had checked for my dilation the week before and I was already two cm dilated. I was told that that was impressive considering I'm a first time mom! I was so excited when I left that appointment because that meant that I would probably meet my baby girl later that week! I went back to work the next day and told my principal( I'm a teacher) that I'd need to make that Wednesday my last day instead of that Friday as per doctors orders. I was working an hour and 10 minutes away from my home so this just seemed like the safest option. Well... We did everything in our power to dilate a little more. But, nothing worked. So, then came week 39. I was hopeful going into our appointment that I'd be at least 4 cm. But, I was still at a 2. That didn't seem to matter much because my blood pressure was high for the second week in a row. I didn't know it'd been high the week before. My daughter was putting a lot of pressure on everything so my doctor decided that I would be induced the next morning. I apologized to my doctor for my blood pressure being high. Haha! I think I did it because I was so incredibly nervous. We were going to meet our baby girl the next day!! Skip ahead a few hours... We go in to the hospital and check in and find out that they didn't have any rooms available so we were going to have to start my labor in triage delivery. My doctor walks in and broke my waters, which hurt so much more than I thought it would and starts me on pitocin. The continuous fluid that was gushing from me was so gross! I felt like I was peeing the whole time. They changed my bed pads three times while I was in triage. 5 hours later and we were finally moved into a L&D room. That bed was so much more comfy! I knew that I would want an epidural, so as soon as we were all settled, I was given the epidural and the catheter was inserted. Yay! Well, 3 hours later my doctor walks in and checks for dilation. I was only at a 4! 10 hours of labor and I was only at a 4!? That was at 6 pm. My doctor told me that if I am not at least at an 8 by 9 pm, we were going to have a C-section. Well, my nurses weren't having that! So, they started to flip me and positioning me every hour. They called it the superman pose. Holy moly, the pressure was awful! I cried. The epidural doesn't make pressure painless. My sister and my husband were watching my contractions and rooting for the hill to go higher! They were rooting on my pain! My doctor walks in at 9, and low and behold, I'm at a 9! Yay!! 13 hours. I was finally able to lay on my back again. At midnight, the nurse comes in and says that she had just spoken to my doctor on the phone and she said that she was on her way to deliver the baby next door and that I better be ready to have the baby! She had to travel in a HUGE storm! It was hailing and pouring down rain. When she got there I was at a 10 and we were ready to push. I started to push with the nurse because my doctor was almost done with the lady next door. Well, my epidural made that extremely hard. I couldn't feel my pushes. Everyone was getting frustrated because we weren't getting anywhere! Baby wasn't coming any further and I wasn't really pushing. So, my doctor had to have my epidural reversed! OMG. I sure was feeling those pushes 10 minutes later! I pushed for almost 45 minutes. I was so tired that my eyes were closed the entire time, I was "crying" from all the pain but no tears were coming out and I was extremely weak from not having eaten in almost 24 hours. I pushed with no energy and my sister and husband pushing me forward because I could barely hold myself up. At 1:14 am, she was here. Amelia Michelle entered this world at 7 lbs 14 oz! Because I had been in labor for almost 20 hours, I began to hemorrhage and my baby girl was taken to be cleaned up. In my birth plan I really really wanted the skin to skin right as she was born, but, things don't always go as planned. I didn't get to hold my princess until almost an hour later because it took so long to massage my uterus and deliver the placenta. But, when I did finally get to hold her, I could not stop crying. How could something so perfect come out of my body? She is my everything.