I went to my appointment by myself, which usually my sister was with me. I went in and weighed in...just 181!! No big deal right. We went in the the room did the blood pressure the whole sha-bang. When Renee walked in I could tell there was something going on. She took my blood pressure again which had become normal the last couple weeks...her eyes got a little big and she looked at my chart. She asked if I felt any different. I answered no because I really didn't.
She was a little worried about my blood pressure and sent me over to the hospital to be monitored for pre-eclampsia. I was there for about three hours and they finally told me I was okay but Renee would be calling me within the next few hours to set up an inducement to evict the little one. Needless to say at this point I was so excited and thrilled...I would know shortly when I would go to meet my daughter and to start a whole new chapter in my life.
Renee called a few hours later and told me to come to the hospital at 6pm the next night to get checked in and start the cervadil. I got there just at 6 and waited until almost 8 when they finally put me in a room. I got suited up in my "beautiful" blue gown and laid down on my bed. Shortly after I met my nurses and we began cervadil. I had to lay still for two hours for the medicine to kick in. At 11 I got a sandwhich for dinner and some water and then went to sleep for the night.
I though for sure I would get a good nights sleep being on ambien. No way...3:30am I woke up to some pretty terrible pains and tried walking around my room to distract myself from the pain. About 6:30 I had started to whimper just loud enough to wake my sister up. I asked her to go get me some McDonald's because I thought that might help. She returned and I couldn't even eat...I was in serious terrific pain. We called everyone to let them know the progress and I made sure my mom was on her way.
I finally had enough...I called for a nurse. She came in and asked what was wrong. I told her I was on cervadil and that I was very uncomfortable for quite sometime now. She checked me and I was at a 3-4. I was a little shocked by this since I was not even dilated when I got to the hospital. I tried to fight it out but about an hour later I asked for the epidural. I wanted to make sure I got it before my mom got there. The epidural was all a blur but by what I can remember it went by pretty fast and smooth.
I relaxed for a little while and just took it all in. I was going to be a mommy that day. My mom and my sister were there and they were comforting me. Dawn came down at one point and helped sooth me with a nice little foot massage (that I could feel, even with my epidural...yikes). Jamie came to help support me and even at one point my dad was there holding my hand. I wouldn't have asked for a better support team.
Finally the contractions had been enough and I started yelling a little bit that I needed to push. Nobody took me seriously so I started screaming it. Finally my nurse came in and I was indeed at a ten. When I heard this I started crying...it was here! Time to meet my daughter.
The nurse told me that the next time I felt a contraction to do a practice push. I did the first couple pushes and she was on the phone to Renee telling her to get up there. I pushed a few more times and then they told me to stop until Renee was there...as soon as I saw her I let it go. I pushed with all I had!! 3 pushes later out came this little life I had created. 6lbs 3oz. 19 inches born at 10:18am. Everyone was crying and saying how little she was. I yelled out, "Is it a girl, did anyone check?" So Renee flipped her over and she was a girl!! Yay!
Me and my beautiful little girl!
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