I was diagnosed with GD (gestational diabetes) at 32 weeks. It was up in the air from then on whether or not i’d have to be induced because my GD was diet controlled. I was originally due 8.18. I’m 15, 5’5” and pre pregnancy 130 pounds. It was either having GD or just luck of the draw for me that my son was a big boy. at our 39 week appt he was already weighing 8 pounds. I had 3 doctors and they were all concerned about me giving birth vaginally because how small i was and how big my son was.

I had my weekly dr appt 8.14 (tuesday) and was due that weekend (8.18) but there were no signs of labor. My dr checked me and i was barley 1 cm and my cervix was still hard. Because i was so close and had GD that thursday (8.16) they sent me in to get an ultrasound to see how i would give birth and what was the best way. Being 15, i was praying i wouldn’t have to get a c-section. My mom has 5 kids , ALL delivered via c-section so i’m very well educated on that recovery process and how long it is rather than vaginally. So at the ultrasound they told me approximately how much he weighed, 8.3 pounds. I was given the option to either be induced that day or weight it out the weekend and if he didn’t come that weekend be induced at my next dr appt (8.21). So i decided to wait.

Weekend passes and nothing happened. I was sad and upset because i had read so many induction stories and they all were miserable. So i was dreading the experience.

I go on Tuesday for my appt at 8:30 AM. and it was decided that that night at 8:00 PM i would go in and be induced. Y’all i was so nervous and excited.

We go in that night at 8:00 and they got everything started. She checked me and i was still 1 cm. They started the pitocin and i slept the whole night. The next day though the contractions were getting to me. I was so miserable. I wanted an epidural but because last time they checked i was barley dilated i didn’t want to get it too soon. So i weighted it out. 3:00 pm comes and i’ve never been in more excruciating pain. I’m crying, sobbing, shaking, literally just dying. At this point i still had absolutely NO pain meds. She checks me and i’m about 3 cm dilated. Around 4 pm i couldn’t do it anymore.. i was BEGGING for the epidural. They told me i could have it but that the anesthesiologist is 30 minuets away and by the time he comes, gets the stuff, gets set up and everything i was look at another hour. So i’m crying still, begging him to run over and run like he’s running a marathon... and BOOM my water breaks. You guys..... i thought the contractions were bad before.. HELL NO. My water breaking only made them a billion times worse.

Finally the anesthesiologist comes and i’m in such pain i’m shaking. Obviously nobody was allowed in the room when i was getting the epidural and that made it worse. I didn’t have comfort. Thankfully the nurses were so kind. I get the epidural and YALL THAT IS A HEAVEN SENT DRUG! I felt so good! I literally SLEPT!!! Up until about 9:30 when the nurse came to check my cervix. I dilated to a 9 and she tells me there’s gonna be a baby here super soon.

When she told me that i started freaking out. I was always told when you’re about to push/give birth that it feels like you need to take the biggest shit of your life. So because i was t feeling that, idk if it was the epidural or i just didn’t feel it, i started panicking telling them i wasn’t ready and couldn’t do it. so

Here’s my boyfriend encouraging me and telling me i could do it and how strong i was!

The doctor comes in, they get set up, and like i said because i didn’t feel i needed to push i thought it was gonna be pushing for hours. Boy was i wrong. I pushed for about 30 minuets and pop he came out.

Jovanni came August 22, @ 10:42 pm weighing 8 pounds 9 ounces and 20.5”. I tore but they called it a “road rash” and didn’t need stitches!!

I feel extremely proud of myself that i did it.