My late af birth story!

So, nothing went as planned.

My baby was a surprise, and we were in total shock to find out I was pregnant, we weren't in an ideal situation but everything worked out and we want baby #2 already!

So I found out I was pregnant at 7 weeks, I didn't even really notice my late period. I thought it was a fluke, considering it wasn't unusual for my period to be late.

My mom, brother, and I went on a walk the day before I found out. My brother, out of the blue, comes up with, "What if there was another baby in the family?" My mom was just kinda shocked like, "What? Do you mean what we'd name it?" She's still young enough to have children as well, so we discussed baby names as if she'd have another baby, and I was still oblivious to the fact I was late.

So we're talking about names, and the first one my brother came up with was Hannah, well my mom had a dream the previous night about a little girl named Hannah! So she was SHOOKETH. And my mom's a geek so she came up with Tiberius, like James Tiberius Kirk from Star Trek for a boy. And she specified that we'd call him Ty for short. Well not far from us was a Ty beanie baby tag!

And it gets weirder.

It had my boyfriends birthday in it, 2 years off!

So I'm shook now too. I realized I was late.

The next day I grab a test, and Bam! Positive.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, knew it was a girl, and I had to name her Hannah after all the weirdness!

When we did my gender reveal, only one other person and I even voted for a boy because she sat low and I assumed by how I was carrying everyone was wrong, and nope, WE were wrong.

Everything was great and a very healthy pregnancy, she did have an echogenic intracardiac focus, bright spot, on her heart, but it didn't impact her health.

And then, she didn't want to flip.

She decided to be a pain in the butt!

I decided to go through with the external cephalic version. WORST pain I've ever felt, my doctor was putting all her weight on me, it felt like she was gonna pop me like a water balloon. Poor lady looked like she wanted to cry, she was pregnant as well so I think it was a mixture of fear of her potentially having to go through the same procedure, and the fact that I sounded like I was going through an exorcism. Every other word was profanity.

And my dad was there too, he looked like he wanted to cry because I was in so much pain.

I'd planned for everything except a csection. I wanted the birthing tub, maybe even having a home birth in my own tub. But nope.

My original DD was 11/16/17, my csection was scheduled for 11/9/17.

I only had a week from my version to prepare for this baby.

Well the day came, I was terrified.

We got to the hospital around 9 AM. Everyone was there, my grandma even came up from New Mexico for this.

We get checked in and in the pre op room I LOSE MY SHIT. I have a big panic attack, I'm yelling and crying, the fact that I'm gonna be a mom within the next few hours hits me. I wasn't ready. My boyfriends grandma, my grandma and my boyfriend are all trying to calm me down.

I'm in full panic mode. No one's helping. I beg for a sedative because ain't no way am I gonna be stuck with a million needles. (I have a fear of needles, funny cuz I have lots of piercings and some tattoos!)

Well I think I wore myself down by crying so much or they just drugged me, and I get walked to the operating room.

They give me the epidural, I amazed myself by not freaking out, and I get laid down and prepped. My boyfriend came in and it all started.

It feels like someone's rummaging around in a suitcase, but it's my uterus. My boyfriend looks over the curtain and turns WHITE AF.

Then, we hear it.

We hear her crying for the first time.

I'll never forget it. We both start crying.

Hannah was born at 1:10 PM, 6 pounds 6 OZ, 18 inches long.

They put her on my chest, and first thing she does is POOP ON MY SHOULDER. LIKE A BIRD.

And the rest went smoothly. I got sewn up and taken to the recovery room. My baby in my arms❤️

Recovery was a breeze!

I didn't need pain killers, my nurses were shocked by that. Just ibuprofen.

But I didn't bleed immediately, I didn't bleed until the final night of my stay in the hospital. I get up to soothe Hannah in her bassinet, and it felt like I'd peed myself. My mom and brother were spending the night with me. I look down, and see a puddle of blood bigger than a frisbee around my feet and dripping down my legs. My mom loses it, my brother is crying thinking I'm dying, and I'm just soothing Hannah like there isn't a pool of blood beneath me that looks like something out of a horror movie. Moms yelling for my nurse, but when the nurse came in she was not phased at all.

Her only reaction, "Wow lots of blood from your vagina. I'm gonna get a towel."

And that was that! I went home with my beautiful baby, and things fell into place.