Writing birth story while back at the hospital...

So I’m gonna preface this by saying I had so much anxiety when pregnant. I was obsessed with my calorie intake, down to the vitamin percentage because I just wanted my baby girl to be born strong and healthy. She was born at 39 weeks and 1 day, 7 lbs 13 oz, and healthy as can be. I was happy, and we went home after a couple days. All my worrying (about her health) went away, and I never thought I’d be admitting her to the hospital just 1 week shy of her being 4 months. So while I’m sitting here trapped under my princess who refuses to sleep in the hospital crib, I thought I’d write my birth story:

June 16, 2017 at 8:32 AM, my princess Isabella Rose was born. I was admitted the previous day when my 39 week checkup revealed I was already 3 cm. I had been having mild contractions for a few days so I should have known it took me quite awhile to get to 3 cm, but for some reason I thought my labor would progress quickly. WRONG. After being in the hospital for 5 hours I had only progressed half a centimeter. By this time my contractions were about 3 minutes apart and getting very painful. Another 3 hours later and I had only progressed to a 5, and my contractions were only getting worse. My poor husband probably has permanent scars from me gripping his hands so tight. When the nurses came to check me they learned I had high blood pressure. Around 150/100 when my normal is 100/70 (I’m pretty petite). They gave me medicine for it which made me vomit my guts out for the next 2 hours or so. After the puking and IV pain medication didn’t do anything but make me drowsy (but not enough to sleep) I couldn’t handle the pain anymore and my plan to have a natural birth went out the window. I heard the anesthesiologist was next door and told them to put the order in for an epidural and to get him over ASAP! 😂 So he shows up, has some trouble because I have scoliosis, but finally gets it done all the while I went through about 4 contractions. After a few minutes I started to relax. I could still feel the contractions but they were dulled down so I fell asleep. At about 1 in the morning I woke up in extreme pain and I could feel the contractions again, but worse. I was having back labor because baby was facing the wrong way and even though they tried to give me more medicine, it didn’t work. The nurses told me the epidural “failed” and they couldn’t do anything. Soooo I’m LIVID because I just want my baby out and I’m about an 8 at this point and my water still hadn’t broken. They call in the doctor to break my waters to see if that’ll help speed things up. ...it did. My contractions got more intense and closer together, and I progressed to a 10 in another couple hours. I told my husband and mom to get the nurses because baby wanted OUT. As soon as they got everything set up I pushed 4 times and when her head slipped out, they noticed the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. It took them a couple seconds to get her crying and ladies, those were the LONGEST SECONDS OF MY LIFE. When I heard my baby’s cry, they put her on my chest and daddy cut the umbilical cord. We had a minute of skin to skin and then they took her to do all the vital checks and measurements. She looked just like her daddy when he was a baby and looks even more like him now. (I’m lowkey bitter that I had a stressful pregnancy and then she came out looking like daddy, but she’s beautiful and a total mommas girl right now!)