I'm truckin' along pretty uneventfully - which is good. I've finally had a shower after 3 or 4 days, got rid of my catheter and came off the IV Saturday night. I don't feel that great, but not that bad either.
That all changed as quickly as I just typed the sentence.
Sunday morning I woke up hurting somewhat, but nothing I couldn't handle. ANd a little was to be expected. I tried to eat breakfast, but couldn't - now I KNOW something is wrong. So I call the nurse and tell her I'm hurting. She doesn't show for a few minutes and the pain gets worse. I call her again telling her I am going to have to have some pain relief if this is the condition I am expected to stay in.
By the time she comes in things have gone considerably downhill. She took a brief look at me and yells out the door to call the doctor and come help her get me "downstairs".
Oh boy, here we go again...
I figure I better try to pull it together since we are going out in the hallway. So I smooth my hair and compose myself...for about 30 seconds. As soon as we get in the hallway a contraction hits and that entire hospital knew it. Sorry if you happen to have been there.
What an indescribable pain. An annoying pain. Aggravating pain. I understand why women feel so mean during labor now. Somewhere between the upstairs and downstairs, I threw my spikey little metal headband at someone.
Upon entering the surgical labor room and between doctors and nurses contemplating what to do with me (here it comes Aunt Mollie) my water broke. And when you don't have a big fat baby to block that water, boy, does it come out in an awful, uncomfortable gush.
The doctor shouted to call for anesthesia because she was feet first. They tried to get me ready for a c-section, but it was just too late.
They then told me to push which is when I went into shock mode and just stared at them. I'm sorry, what?! Push?! One sweet nurse thought I didn't know how so she told me what to do. I quickly replied that I knew how to push thank you very much, I just didn't want to. However, that technique was not going to keep my feisty little girl from coming.
I pushed and out she came. At exactly 9:31 weighing two pounds. She came out feet first, hypothermic, yet screaming bloody murder.
And yes. It was aaall natural. I know she was tiny, but we have abnormally large heads - so don't forget that.
Thus began the absolute longest months of my life...
2 comments:
Oh my word, she was so tiny. Can't wait to hear the rest!
She was a sweetie then and still is. What a wonderful part of our family she is.
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