How Was That Six Months Ago?

How Was That Six Months Ago?

I was sitting up in the hospital bed with an ice pack on my arm. I'd just received my first dose of penicillin and it felt like someone was ripping my arm off with fire. The nurse and I were laughing, as not 2 minutes before receiving the dose, I declared that I would indeed be striving to have a natural labor and delivery. There I sat with an ice pack on my arm from a simple dose of penicillin but I thought I'd be able to push a baby out without drugs?!

Pitocin was given, as they wanted this babe out of me like 2 days ago. Contractions were there, but ultimately, all was well. I could still talk through them, and the bean's heart beat remained steady. Family members filtered through, wishing me luck, wanting to be near. Oddly, the time went from 10:30 am to 5pm in what felt like no more than 45 minutes. It was weird. Then they broke my water.

And that was when labor really began. Sometime between 5:30pm and 5:45pm my contractions went from "there but not too painful", to me shoving my head into a pillow for 18+ minutes straight as mother nature (and that extreme dose of pitocin) did her thing. Bean was "sunny side up", leading to my contractions being one on top of another. Each one would last between 12 and 23 minutes, breaking long enough for me to puke, then we were back at it. Long story short, by 8:15pm I was hallucinating. I was in a very dark place. I asked for a popsicle as to have something to puke up vs dry heaving. By 9pm I was in a state of panic thinking that I was probably at 6cm dilated - mind you, I was 7.5cm an hour before. Yes, in my state of delusion, I was convinced that my body was working against me and that I was regressing. Nope. Fifteen minutes later it was confirmed that I was ready to push. My lovely husband was out in the hall eating pudding to stave off fainting, so they had to go get him first ;)

When it actually came time to push, I again had doubts. I had gone from constant contractions to twiddling my thumbs waiting for one to happen so that I could actually begin to push. I think I even asked (again, in a state of panic) if labor had stopped. Side note: I don't think this was an unreasonable concern, considering labor had begun and stopped 3 times (all including trips to the hospital) within the previous 6 days. But I digress. This was the real thing. What felt like hours waiting for another contraction was really more like 35 seconds and then all hell broke loose. I had never in my life been more determined. This kid was coming out. Seven minutes of pushing and the bean made her debut. My first concern was her lack of crying. But once those lungs were cleared, boy did she let it be known she was here. My second concern was how long her nail beds were. I was so worried she would have my awful hands. Phew. Thank goodness, she doesn't ;)

I never did get the epidural and I was so thankful that I was able to hold off. Because within minutes of being born, my daughter looked at me with the clearest, most alert blue eyes I'd ever seen. When I say alert, it's almost an understatement. She was ready to take on the world, and hasn't stopped since.

That was 6 months ago today. The fastest, slowest, greatest 6 months of my life.

I had almost forgotten about her little club foot.

I had almost forgotten about her little club foot.

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