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Labor and Delivery

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This is how labor went:

I wanted to go natural. Partly because my mom and sisters had gone natural, and partly because I wanted the challenge. I wanted to see if I could.

I was so impatient for my little girl to come. I wanted her so bad. But I had been having no real contractions, nothing too hopeful. I went into the doctor’s office for my appointment, and my blood pressure readings were high, and the doctor said he thought they should induce me. I was dilated to a 3 1/2 and 75% effaced, and only a week or so before my due date. And since I wanted her to come that day anyway, I agreed wholeheartedly.

Off to pick up my husband first, who I had dropped off at work. And then to the hospital. I was a little uptight at this point. We showed up to the registration desk, and the woman said, “Are you in labor?” Well, I wasn’t. I was there to get labor started.

They showed me to a room. Waiting. Some more waiting. The nurse finally came in and they put in an IV and started the pitocin. I was also group b strep positive, so I had to have antibiotics as well. Pitocin also meant monitors the whole time, which I wasn’t thrilled about, but it didn’t turn out too bad. I didn’t really want to move around anyway.

More waiting for the Pitocin to start kicking in. And after a few hours, it did. I could see my contractions on the screen. But they didn’t hurt too much. I was just sitting on the bed. Dillon and I played Phase 10 and I read part of A Wrinkle in Time.

They started to hurt more, but I could remain calm and relaxed. I had to stop reading, however. The doctor came in and broke my water. And the contractions started coming, though I was always sort of waiting for them to get worse.

About 4:30 in the afternoon, contractions hit their peak. I was curled up the bed. It felt the best.

And then a little before 5, I felt the urge to push. And that was way more intense.

The nurse came in and checked me. The last time she had checked me, I had been dilated to a 5, and then, amazingly, I was at a 10. Really? I thought it would have taken longer. I hadn’t even really used any of those breathing exercises–I just had breathed deeply, relaxed, stayed calm, and I had gotten through all my contractions so far.

And so out came the equipment, and I could start pushing.

Pushing was much harder than just contractions. But it meant she was coming.

The doctor came in. Baby’s heart rate went down a little and I had oxygen for a moment, which I didn’t really pay attention to. Most of my energy was on figuring out how to push the baby out. And you do sort of have to learn how, but I got better at it. My labor had been short enough that I really wasn’t that tired and still had quite a bit of energy to push.

It still took me a half hour later, but at 5:27-ish, my little girl came into the world.

I can’t describe how absolutely wonderful that moment was. It is overwhelming to think about it. There you are, after hours of labor and pain and pushing as hard as you can, and there is that little thing that you’ve been waiting for for months and months. She she is wonderful.

Dillon cut the cord. My little girl was placed on my tummy, and I could hold her for a moment, exhausted as I was. Then they took her and cleaned her off and examined her and weighed her. She was pretty average size–7 pounds, 5 ounces, 20 inches long, which sounded just about perfect to me. She looked good too.

So the only pain medication I had was numbing medication since I tore and got some stitches. But I have to say, I was blessed with an extremely easy labor and delivery. I only felt contractions for probably less than 6 hours. It went fast and it never was too painful. Most people aren’t so lucky.

But all that doesn’t really matter, because my baby is here. She is the best thing ever. She is still tiny, and new, and wonderful. She sleeps well, she eats well.

Note: I’m not publishing my little girl’s name online. If you want to know what it is, I can send you a message.

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