I can hardly believe that my daughter will be 6 months old in two weeks! Time has flown by so quickly and I can’t help but think that in another 6 months, I’ll have a one year old! These past 6 months have changed my life in the best way I could have ever imagined. It hasn’t always been easy but it’s definitely been rewarding.
So, to celebrate my daughters 6 months of life, I thought it’d be appropriate to reminisce and share how she was brought into this world.
I was officially 41 weeks pregnant when I was induced. During my entire pregnancy, I was convinced that A) I was having a boy and B) that my baby would arrive early. Neither of those predictions came to fruition so at last… we now know that I am not a psychic. When my OB gave me the option to schedule an induction at 41 weeks, I didn’t hesitate to sign up!
The morning of my induction was nerve racking to say the least. It wasn’t until that morning that I realised.. “OMG, I’m about to have a tiny human exit my body – and this tiny human is going to be my child… to keep!” On June 3, my husband and I went to the hospital for my planned induction. I was only 2 cm dilated so the procedure was less than pleasant. It honestly felt like the doctor had his entire arm inside me. How’s that for painting a picture for ya…
One hour after the induction, I was sent home to rest and about an hour after being sent home, my contractions started. They weren’t anything crazy at this point (although at the time I thought the pain was horrible) but they were pretty close together. Since I was Strep B positive, my husband and mom thought it would be best to go back to the hospital just in case. Cue the tears. I was an emotional disaster and came up with a million excuses as to why that was a bad idea but no one listed to the pregnant woman.
When we arrived at the hospital I was still only 2 cm dilated, so the doctor sent me back home to rest. I shot my husband the “I told you so…” death stare all the way home. I guess I should mention that the hospital was about 25 minutes away from where we lived. Normally, this would be an easy drive but of course when you’re experiencing contractions and are in pain, that 25 minutes feels more like an hour long.
We went back home, I had a quick bite to eat and decided to nap on the sofa. Contractions were coming and going but again, the pain wasn’t severe… yet. I was just about to fall into a deep sleep when suddenly, I felt the urge to push. Yup – push. Out of absolutely no where came this overwhelming feeling of pressure. I yelled for my husband, told him it was go-time and off we went.
That car ride was horrible. I cursed every slow driver (pretty much everyone doing the speed limit), red light and bump. Koodo’s to my husband AKA Jimmie Johnson who somehow managed to remain calm while turning that 25 minute journey into a short 10 minute drive.
We arrived back at the hospital and I was not only scared but also scary. My screams managed to clear an entire elevator filled with men. No joke – they literally parted like the red sea. My husband rolled me into the birthing suite via wheelchair and I was immediately admitted and set up in a room.
Long before I went into labour, I knew with 100% certainty that I wanted an epidural and made sure that the hospital was aware of this in advance. Usually being prepared has it’s perks, but in this case I had to not-so patiently wait for the Anesthesiologist to be available. They told me that there was a crisis on a different floor and that the anesthesiologist was occupied but would be with me shortly. Huh?! I kept thinking to myself… crisis?!? I’m in a crisis over here! Surely there is someone else available to give me this needle. How hard can it be? Give me the needle. I’ll do it myself. I was thinking this all while inhaling laughing gas at a record-breaking speed.
Resisting the urge to push proved to be a challenge. I was still only 2 cm dilated so I had to hold back. I’m not going to sugar coat this for any of you who haven’t experienced labour before but I’ve experienced kidney stones twice in my life and labour felt just like that but was obviously more rewarding.
At last, the epidural arrived (it took the Anesthesiologist about 5 minutes so I didn’t understand the hold up) and my body was finally able to relax! For me, that entire process was the most challenging part of my labour. Once I had the epidural, my labour progressed, my contractions felt like mild period-like cramps and I was able to sleep.. Sleep….ahhh… what’s that?
It was close to midnight and we were awoken by our nurse who said those magic words.. “It’s time to push.”. Cue another emotional break down. Push?! Now?! How do I push? I can’t feel my legs? Am I pushing!? What is happening?!
After a few pushes, my nurse and doctor became concerned about my baby’s dropping heart rate. As a precautionary measure, my doctor brought me into the operating room to perform an assisted vaginal delivery. In the event that my baby’s heart rate continued to drop, I was already set up in the operating room in case of an emergency c-section. Yup, you guessed it – cue the continuation of my previous emotional break down.
Off to the operating room we went. As I was pushing the Doctor proceeded to use the vacuum and I was a bit worried that I was about to deliver a cone-head. I continued to push when all of a sudden I hear a giant pop. What. The F*ck. Was that. Did you just vacuum my child’s head off?! Does my child still have a head? At that point I didn’t care if I had a cone-head baby, I just wanted my baby to have a head, period. I suppose the Doctor should have advised me that when using a vacuum there’s sometimes the possibility of it popping off but that it was nothing to be concerned about.
…Back on went the vacuum (I think it was a Dyson), I pushed one more time and at last… on June 4 (my husbands birthday) at exactly 2:11 a.m. I gave birth to our beautiful daughter weighing in at 8lb 4oz.
This was and still is the most joyous moment of my entire life and I can’t think about it without getting emotional. I have never been more proud of myself. Even though there was lots of blood (like – soooo much blood), sweat and tears, it was the most beautiful experience and I would go through that pain all over again without a second thought!
To all my pregnant mamas out there… prepare yourself for a horrible yet magical experience that will cause you an awful amount of pain but reward you with the greatest accomplishment of your entire life. Welcome to the oxymoron that is called motherhood.