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baby born ON DUE DATE!

J • Thu, Feb 28

My birth story

My husband and I were married on Mothers Day of 2018 (May 13, 2018) and being devoutly catholic, we never use contraception. On Fathers Day 2018 (June 17, 2017) we found out we were pregnant with our first.

I was incredibly shocked and in a state of haze for the first three months. It was a bunch of excitement, anger, disbelief, and bewilderment that shooke anxiety down to my core.

My symptoms were ramping up about the 6th week with ferocious HG that kept me bedridden throughout most of the pregnancy. That, along with my mental challenges, left me nearly begging for death... Or at least some type of relief!

After being hospitalized and getting the necessary meds (and the magic ingredient of time), I began to heal both mentally and physically. By about the 4th or 5th month, I felt well enough to travel to see family and friends across the states. It was a much needed boost of moral.

Still getting sick, I continued through the last months of my pregnancy with a hyperfocus on the birth. Birth meant many things but relief, the end of misery, and the promise and hope of a new dream kept me going. My baby was ultimately my end zone, my finish line, my goal.

On Feb 27, 2019 at 2am I woke out of a good sleep with strong cramps and a need for a BM. I went to the bathroom and saw the bloody show. I got SO EXCITED! I was fortunate that my husband walked through the door after because i needed to tell somebody!

Cramps and contractions continued about 10-12 min apart for a couple hours. I eventually fell asleep around 5:30 but was awoken around 8:30 with strong cramping again. Went to the bathroom and there was LOADS more show. Midwife came over and checked me guessing I was at 3-4cm and predicted L&D within the next 24 hours.

Over the afternoon, I endured contractions/ cramping SLOWLY growing. Around 7pm my contractions started picking up, moving from 8 min apart to 4 min rather quickly. My midwife came to the house shortly after to help prepare.

Once they got worse, the pain was UNREAL. I APPLAUD ANY WOMAN ANYWHERE FORHOWEVER SHE GETS THROUGH L&D. Natural, section, drugs, water birth, etc. I dont give a DAMN! just get through it because OW MF!

That ish aint NO joke! Anyway, I was screaming on my hands amd knees during each comtraction. As they got closer together I kept thinking I made the wrong decision to be at home with ZERO medication... By 11:30pm I was BEGGING God to finish this process up.

At 12:48am, my little baby boy was born aftwr a VERY slight tear to moms outer labia.

I want to publicly thank my God and dear sweet husband first and foremost because without them, and their team work, I would have crumbled under the pressure many months ago... Who knows if I'd even be here...

I'd also like to thank my midwife, friends and family for their loving support and continuous outpouring of gifts of wisdom, encouragement, Baby things, and so much more!

Lastly, I'm thankful to my baby for allowing me to have a hard time but still thriving and growing strong through it. I don't know how he turned out so full and complete, but he's one strong kid.