Coming back to this post after a year is funny for me. I cant help but giggle at myself. My birth plan went to shit when we noticed she wasn't growing well. Diagnosed with IUGR we decided to induce me at 38 weeks and I was monitored weekly. Being induced went well until I had my epidural. They "had trouble" inserting it and had to try multiple times. It practically stopped my labor and left a hole that drained my cerebral fluid over the next 2 days, which led to having a spinal migraine and needing a blood patch. They also messed up the blood patch so I had the migraine for 2 weeks after her birth. Unable to get out of bed and having to wear a sleep mask all day to block the light out. I was only able to care for my baby at night when the sun was down and all lights were out. Thank god for my fiance. To try and get my labor progressing again they upped and upped the pitocin until my babys heart rate dropped and i couldn't breathe. It felt like my throat was swelling. They started rushing us to the OR that was on the opposite side of the hospital because a nurse forgot to clean the OR that was across the hall from my room. I blacked out on the way to the OR. Woke up about an hour and a half later with my belly glued shut from my c section. My baby was born at 5 lbs 7 oz. I'm beyond thankful that the doctor and nurses were able to save both of our lives. I thank God all the time for the technology we have now. If this were an earlier time we both would have died. Now at 8 months my baby girl is 19 pounds and doing so well. Crawling and cruising the furniture. Trying to talk. Clapping her hands. I love her more than anything in the world. I tend not to think so much about the future anymore. We will worry about things as they come. For now I am just enjoying my precious baby while I can. She is already growing up too fast.