From conception to birth, nothing about my little Linley went as planned

From conception to birth, nothing about my little Linley went as planned. I'd been on birth control for just over a year when one morning I just didn't feel right. Took a test and boom, pregnant. The months between then and now were very uneventful, I didn't hardly even suffer from morning sickness! Well my uneventful pregnancy took an interesting turn come time for my 35 week prenatal checkup. My blood pressure had skyrocketed up from my consistent 116/60 to 156/90, my midwife nearly had a cow. I had no swelling, no protein in my urine, and no other symptoms of preeclampsia, but my midwife wasn't taking any chances. She scheduled me an ultrasound to make sure my baby girl wasn't in immediate danger and ensure she was the proper measurements. She also scheduled me an appointment with a high risk doctor that Monday. The weekend went by in a blur as I prepared to probably be induced, I just knew something wasn't right. Come Monday, I was diagnosed with preeclampsia with minor features and allowed home on bed rest but had a followup apt Tuesday to run more labs. Scheduled induction was for October 17th. Well, baby Linley said otherwise. My blood pressure went up again that Tuesday, 169/106, and I was admitted straight to the ER. My urine now contained protein and I was beginning to get a headache, they decided I was to be induced ASAP. Keep in mind I'm 19 and this is my first baby, I've never been in an ER, and the biggest medical crisis I'd ever experienced was having all four of my wisdom teeth removed. I'm also alone for the time being as my SO is at work and trying to get off and to me as quickly as he can. Well none of that had caught up to me yet. Was somehow cool as a cucumber. Good God Almighty, I just didn't know what was in store for me lol. Magnesium made me feel like I was perpetually coming off of anaesthesia and the penicillin burned, they hadn't gotten my group b results back and weren't taking any chances. Don't get me started on when they put the catheter in. The pitocin was meh, and it began working on my contractions pretty quickly. From 12 that afternoon to 10:30 that night I laid in a hospital bed listening to her fetal monitor and fighting the urge to claw out my IV, too distracted to notice my regular and progressively stronger contractions. I took a cat nap, induced by intravenous benadryl, from about 9:30 to 10:30. Then my water broke. My SO rang for the nurses and midwives and the contractions hit me like a ton of damn bricks. I gave zero fucks about what came out of my mouth at that point lol. 12:30 comes around and the head midwife checks me, Linley was coming then and there. Bless my SO's heart, he was there with me coaching me with the midwives the whole time, and he helped situate me for pushing. I looked him in the eye and told him I was so so scared, he asked what I could be scared of because I was doing so well. I told him I was scared I wasn't gonna be strong enough to push her head out and she'd get stuck. I was wrong. 12:50 I pushed that fourth time and *gush* baby Linley was out. It was like that dramatic shell shock moment you see in movies: no sound but I remember looking over at my SO who was now bawling his eyes out looking at the goopy little baby we'd brought into this world together and rubbing my head. Baby Linley Elizabeth Pullen made her appearance at 36 weeks and 1 day on October 12th. She was 5 pounds 11 ounces and 18 inches long.