Well, my son is sleeping and I have time to start something I have wanted to do for a long time…a blog. So here it is. My story starts with the birth of my son, 4 months ago. It wasn’t what I expected AT ALL.


I woke up around 1 a.m the morning of 2/9/17 and knew something was going on. Next thing I know my water breaks (thankfully on the bathroom floor). So what do I do? Well after screaming for my husband I realize my hair is a mess so I call the hospital to let them know to expect me and then go straighten my hair. Cause that’s the brilliant thing to do when going into labor right? We finally get to the hospital and while leaking everything everywhere, they basically have to admit me even though my contractions are far apart (9 minutes) and I’m not dilated really. So…instead of sleeping like I should I call my mother to freak her out a bit and then watch horrible late night television.


Around 7 am they decide to start Pitocin. I have heard horrible things but want to move things along so I agree and away we go. Contractions get worse but I still barely dilate. I finally stop being stubborn and get the epidural around 11 am. Things are fine till about 2, when the nurses start coming in more and more. I realize something isn’t quite right.


Well, it seems my low blood pressure coupled with the baby’s irregular heart rate wasn’t doing me any favors in the “ride it out” method. My doctor, who is quite possibly a goddess for staying around this whole time, tells me to start the possibility of a C-section. I freak. Not in the crying sort of way but I can’t stop shaking. It’s the last thing I wanted – for one I am terrified of any surgery and two-well I had it in my head it wasn’t going to go down like that. But I try to be one to roll with the punches and kept my fingers crossed. My husband leaves to go take care of our furry kids when the nurse comes in and tells me to call him back (thankfully he JUST got into the car).


They didn’t want to push it any more – they had tried the “around the world” notion of flipping me all sorts of ways but it didn’t do anything. Baby wasn’t wanting to come out. So as they are disinfecting me, they are telling me it’s C-section time and I am attempting to sign things while shaking like a leaf. I use humor to deflect so thankfully the nurses put up with my sarcasm. Off we went… granted they almost forgot my husband in the process but he made it in time.


As far as birth stories go… not the most exciting or glamorous (I brought make up it just never happened to go on my face). But it brought my beautiful son into this world and I am thankful for that.

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