I was in labor for a total of 32 hours, so this is about as short as this story gets for now:

So Sunday morning, Jan 20th, around 10am, I noticed I was having consistant contractions. We waited and waited, and I decided I wanted to go get checked because they were 4 min apart and had been for a few hours.

So we get to the hospital and they check me, I'm only 2cm still 😐. So they decide to let me stay for a couple more hours and see if I progress. Now they were actually starting to hurt a little bit more and more each hour that goes by. It had been about 4 hours and I was STILL 2cm. So I decided to just go home and labor there until the contractions were so bad that I felt like I was dying.

So I go home, wait and wait and wait, screaming and screaming and suffering. Around 4am I'm back at the hospital and get checked. STILL AT A FREAKIN 2. HOW? So they decide to admit me because it had been so long and I was in a lot of pain and had already been there once.

Anyways, I'm like begging for pain medication, literally anything to take the edge off. And at this point I'm a bit embarrassed because I wanted to go unmedicated as long as I could and I was still only a 2, but I had been in pain for almost 20 hours now so I just couldn't deal anymore. So about 8am on Monday, Jan 21st, I get checked and I'm finally at 3cm and they gave me an epidural.

Epidurals are awful but it's so much better than literally suffering for so long. So basically now I'm just waiting to dilate and for my water to break. I FINALLY get up to 4cm an hour after the epidural and my doctor breaks my water. I'm expecting labor to speed up now, but boy was I wrong. I laid there for another three hours and the doctor comes back to check me and (I swear to god I'm not making this up) there was ANOTHER water sac. So she breaks that and we wait some more.

Here's were it gets to become a nightmare: I had developed a fever after having my water broken the first time. It felt awful, I had the chills plus an epidural so of course i was shaking a bit. So I keep getting checked and flipped and all that, the whole time mine and my baby's heart rates are going up and up. My blood pressure was getting higher too. (Mind you, I've only been told all of this because the whole time I was just completely out of it).

So this part I do remember: my doctor comes in around 5pm on Monday, and says I'm still only at 7cm, and I've been that way for like 3-4 hours now. So now we have to do a c section due to our heart rates getting way too high. This is absolutely not what I wanted at all, but I'm willing to do anything to have a healthy baby right now.

So I've been running a fever this entire time and they give me extra strength epidural obviously for the surgery. The shakes. Omg, the shakes. It was so bad. When my boyfriend got in the OR I asked him to just please hold my arms down for me. They hadn't strapped my arms so I'm shaking and trying to keep them on the arms of the table at the same time. So in the middle of surgery, after my baby is born at 5:29pm, Jan 21, I start to feel pain and they gave me another dose of epidural and it does nothing so now I'm just dealing with it cause fuck it. The rest of this surgery feels like it lasted for ever and ever and I was so dehydrated and cold. I felt sad because I didnt get to hold my baby immediately like I had been looking so forward to the entire pregnancy. But my boyfriend got to hold him and I was so happy for that.

Afterwards, in the recovery room, I got to hold my sweet baby and even got to nurse him for a few minutes, until they decided he needed to go to the NICU for treatment. He was born with a fever and wasnt getting enough oxygen because my amniotic fluid had gotten infected somehow and gave both him and me an infection. We have both been on antibiotics and he is on oxygen as well.

Over all, the whole experience could have gone a lot worse, and I'm so extremely grateful for being alive and (for the most part) healthy with a beautiful baby boy.

But idk if I will ever have another child because this shit sucked ass.