Anemia scare
So technically I'm late with this since my baby girl was born September 3rd but here goes nothing. 

My husband and I go to sleep around 4am due to his work schedule and it was around that time I started my contractions. I thought it was Braxton hicks (btw, it's awkward to have one at the DMV) so I just kept trying to go to sleep. By 8:45 we were at the hospital and I was 3-4 cm dialated with contractions happening every five minutes. After unreliable morphine, an amazing epidural, and a lot of chanting and speaking Kelly Clarkson's name, at 7:25 my beautiful baby Leah Kathleen, born 6 pounds 11 ounces (on my little sisters birthday nonetheless) came into the world wide eyed and ready for adventure with a full head of hair. I remember she laid on me for a bit, we tried breast feeding. They took her back to the warming bed where my husband spent time with her while the doc stitched me up from a 2nd degree tear. After that they bring her back to me to hold but after five seconds of holding her I have to give her back because I felt like I was going to pass out and puke. At some point they tell my mom and husband I stopped bleeding and thought I was clotting so I had a chest X-ray done. I had no idea what was going on and never realized the severity of it till the day after. I had two bags of blood and my first cathader (sp?). I asked if I could breast feed while having a blood transfusion and the nurse asked the peditrician and another doctor. She told me that neither had been asked that question before but that they assumed it would be fine. However, the nurse suggested not to because I would be out of it and loopy and it just might not be best. I didn't breast feed her till the next day and I'm glad I didn't because there was a bunch of stuff I didn't remember that happened. My wonderful husband stayed up and fed her. It drove me absolutely insane to be so close to my baby and not hold her in my arms when that's all I wanted to do. Nothing afterward really went like I thought it would go. My breasts never produced and that broke my heart for a while. Still, I'd go through it all again just to have her though.

And here she is now at 11 weeks:

She loves to smile at me, trying to talk to me, walking around with Momblob or Dadblob, and having her long hair washed. If you ask her what's up she'll say her hair because it sticks straight up. She's just perfect and I love her.
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