The day after I posted the status confessing my pregnancy, I went to school with my head held high because quite frankly, I didn't care about what ANYONE thought. I knew in my heart that I was making the best decision possible for my baby. The school board worked with me and I ended up finishing school a couple months earlier than the rest of my class. My friends were sad to see me go early, but they were excited for me to have my baby. A popular topic everywhere I went was, "WHAT IF YOUR WATER BREAKS HERE!? WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO!? CALL 911?!?!?!?" I told them that I would probably go to the nurse's office and have my baby there. The looks on their face's; priceless.
One day I was sitting at home and I realized the changes my body and emotions have gone through. I realized that I gained weight, that I suddenly liked pickles, and became addicted to HGTV. My mom and I like to sit outside to get some sun and I found out that when you're pregnant, you burn really easily. The day we decided to sit out side, happened to be the day before I went into the hospital to start labor. I ended up having to be induced because my amniotic fluids were low and I wasn't dilating on my own. This is what I looked like Monday afternoon getting ready to head to the hospital with a thumbs up. (:
When you get to the hospital and check into that fantastic OB Ward, there's a lot you have to do before that sweet little baby pops out. My first night in the ward was terrible. The medicine they were giving me (Not pitocin) was causing me to have horrible contractions, but it wasn't doing anything otherwise. Here I am, bawling my head off, telling the nurse (Josephine) to give me morphine and she says, "Are you really in that much pain?" REALLY!? DON'T MAKE ME PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE. Long story short, I was a horrible patient unless my nurse was Sandy or Lyla.
1) You have to change into that ugly hospital gown.
2) Get hooked up the machine that monitors your contractions and your baby's heartbeat.
(I fell asleep to her heartbeat every night. I absolutely loved it)
3) Get an IV.
(My IV experience was beyond horrible. It took 10 different needle pokes and 5 different people. These are supposed to be pros, what the heck?)
4) Get checked 5 million different times.
(Literally. Until you have that baby, they will be checking your cervix. When you're pregnant, it HURTS)
5) Ask for morphine every hour, on the hour.
(I didn't miss a single beat. I ended up having too much morphine in my system and on Day #2 all my food came up. Gross)
6) Day #3 they started the pitocin. It's medicine that induces labor if you're one of the unlucky one's that doesn't go on your own.
(Induced labor is worse than regular labor)
7) Contractions are a moootherrr.
8) Get epidural.
(Also another horrible experience for me. I thought it was just a shot, HA! No, they stuck a catheter in my back. Not 1, but 3 different times. It worked on my left side, but not my right)
8 1/2) Get catheter.
(The nurse I had when I gave birth was horrible. Beyond horrible. It hurt when she tried the first time and I told her I wasn't going to have one and if I pee then I pee! Who cares! Another nurse came in to do it and I told her the same thing. I REFUSED TO HAVE ONE AND IT WORKED)
9) PUSH, PUSH PUSSSHHHH.
(I was holding onto my mom's hand and my dad's thumb. My dad's hands are so big, his thumb was the only thing I could get a good grip on. It's a part of my whole pregnancy that I will never forget)
10) You have your bundle of joy covered in your insides. What a precious gift.
I pushed for a total of 1 hour and 45 minutes. As soon as baby Margot was born these words came out of my mouth, "Hey mom, can you hand me my phone?" I HAD to tell everyone she was born! While the doctor was telling me that I had to got to the operating due to some tearing on the inside of my uterus, I was texting all my friends, "HOLY SHIT. I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT." (Exact words) So after having a baby, I was in the operating room for another hour getting stitched up.
The way I had things set up, I would be in the OB ward til I had baby Margot, then after I had her I would get moved to the Med/Surg floor so that I couldn't hear her crying or take care of her. Guess who did take care of her? Her adoptive parents. The OB ward actually gave them their own room so they didn't have to leave her! I got to my med/surg floor room and all I remember is my grandpa saying, "Thank you for giving me my second great granddaughter." & my dad saying, "Well I have to be at work tomorrow so I'll see you later. Love you." I then passed out due to the anesthetic. I woke up, took my first shower after having Margot (Best. Shower. Ever), went to the OB ward to talk to Lyla who missed my birth (sad face), ate supper, and watched Duck Dynasty with my mom. I was so relaxed, the most relaxed I have ever been in my life. I was in a cozy hospital room, watching my favorite TV show with a person who never left my side during the entire thing. Without my mom, I couldn't have done it. She truly is amazing and my main support beam.
I fell asleep sleeping on my stomach for the first time in months and couldn't wait to meet my Margot the next day. (:
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