My Crazy Scary Labor Story (sorry kind of long)

So I was pregnant with my first baby & supposed to be due on February 22, but God had other plans for us. On January 2nd at 32weeks pregnant, I had some vaginal bleeding early morning but I had no pain. I live an hour & half away from where I had planned to have our baby, so I called in to ask and see what they thought was best for me to do after I had some bleeding. After I was told to go ahead and go get it checked out, I arrived to the hospital around 6 p.m. As soon as my mom and I got off the car in the parking lot, my water had broke. 

I was rushed in for some care and was dilated to a 3! I was so scared just thinking she can't be here yet! It's too soon for her! I was given some steroids and antibiotics right away & was told they would try to keep her in for a few more days till she was at least 33 weeks. But that didn't work out. My contractions started kicking in and as time passed by they kept getting worse. I just knew I was having my baby that day. My husband works 9 hours away so as soon as I was able to contact him, he took off to try to make it on time but that my baby couldn't wait any longer to be out here in the world with us. 

11 p.m with crazy contractions I felt as if I needed to pee really bad. Two of my nurses gave me a bed pan and helped me as I sat over it trying to pee. While I was sitting there holding the nurses hands, I felt like something in me popped and a lot of water rushed down. Sure enough it was her trying to come out. I felt something down in my area, notified the nurse, and they laid me down quickly to start getting me to push! So many nurses and doctors rushed in and had me trying to push her out, but my baby's cord was coming out and her heart rate dropped drastically! Her cord had been wrapped around her neck and the doctor shoved his whole hand in me pushing back the cord and trying to unwrap her from it. I felt the most sharpest pain at that moment and thought to myself "as long as she lives, I'm okay with going just as long as she lives". I was afraid for my life but most importantly I was afraid for hers. I didn't want to lose her. 

Code blue was called for & I was rushed in for c-section and was put to sleep. 11:55 p.m my baby girl was born and rushed to the nicu. After waking up back in the room where my mom sister and mother in law were at, I kept asking for my baby and crying. After that, I pretty much don't remember anything that was said or done to me. The next morning at 6am January 3rd, my husband arrived and we made a trip down to the nicu to meet our baby. My heart dropped full of emotions from thinking how she was the most beautiful being in the world to being heart broken seeing her wrapped up in wires and monitors all over her small fragile body and not being able to hold her. 

From happy to sad moments, our baby girl  lived in the nicu for 19 days. Every step she achieved was like winning a lottery. Her first time off oxygen, first feeding/bottle, first time holding her, first time breastfeeding, first time out of the closed bed, every step was a big deal! I never wanted to leave her side. We tried to attend to every feeding, and be there as much as possible! January 21st was the big scary yet so happy and rewarding day! The day we got to go home! 

It's been a week now since we have been discharged and I can't tell y'all how blessed and happy I am! I'm on cloud 9 with my little family! So here as I type this with a big grin on my face as I'm holding my perfectly healthy beautiful baby girl, I introduce y'all my 32weeker weighing in at 4 pound 3 ounces, 17.25 inches long born on the 2nd of January 2017 at 11:55 pm our baby girl