So, all of the months of anticipation and wonder and fear and excitement came to a head on April 27th, 2011. I’ve been telling myself for the past couple of days that I needed to write this post because I don’t want to forget anything about that amazing day. As many of you know, we had an induction scheduled for April 27th. The hospital called at 7 a.m. and told me to eat breakfast, take a shower, and be at the hospital around 8:30. This is it! We’re going to have a baby! We had hoped that she would decide to come on her own, but at that point, we were so excited we jumped out of bed and began preparing for the day.
I had some breakfast, took a shower, shaved my legs, and even put on a bit of make up… after all, I had to look cute for my induction 🙂 Well, as I sat at the edge of my bed to put some lotion on, there was a GUSH. And when I say GUSH, I mean a GUSH. My husband and I would not stop laughing. We didn’t know what to do! My husband was running in circles looking for a towel, I was standing in my underwear laughing hysterically. It was the best tension breaker ever. Little Miss decided to come out on her own after all 🙂 Leave it to my daughter to make this type of entrance. She wanted to do things on her own time and I couldn’t have been happier and prouder.
After some cleaning up, we headed to the hospital and checked in. My sister met us there and I couldn’t believe I was there… with my team… ready to have a baby. We got into our room, I got changed, and hooked up to an IV with pitocin. I was still only 3 centimeters dilated, so we hoped the pitocin would get things moving. A few hours ticked by and my contractions started getting a little bit stronger. I was allowed to walk around the unit and rock in a chair. Things started to get pretty uncomfortable and I decided it was time to start talking about pain medication. The nurse told me they were going to check me first and not to be discouraged if I was still at 3 cm. Well, much to our surprise and excitement, I had made it to 6 cm!!! This baby would be here soon 🙂
The epidural was a god send. I have to give credit to anyone who has had a natural childbirth with no drugs… I don’t know how you did it. A few more hours went by and when I was checked again I was at more then 9 cm… just about 10. Shortly there after, around 7:00 I started pushing. The pressure was intense and I did my best to push where I was told to push.
Our little lady, being stubborn like her mom, didn’t want to come. Her head was a little too big, and was turned to the left and wouldn’t fit. My doctor had me push on both sides, on my back, and then on my hands and knees, hoping to get my little girl to turn so we could deliver her vaginally. She gave us until 10:00. At 10:00 my doctor said that despite my strong pushing, the baby wasn’t making any progress. She said we could keep trying to push, but in her opinion it wasn’t going to make a difference. It was then decided to have a C-Section.
My heart dropped. This was not something we had planned, or really even talked about. I didn’t know too much about it and I went into a state of fear. I knew it was the best thing for the baby, but it was surgery. They were going to cut me open and take my baby out. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I talked to my late grandmother in silence and began to feel calm. If this is what we had to do to meet our daughter, then we were going to do it.
The doctor got some scrubs for my husband and he quickly changed. My sister would have to wait outside the operating room. They began to wheel me down the hallway and I had to kiss my husband good bye for a few minutes (which felt like an eternity). I got into the operating room and was put on the table. The doctors and nurses were so lovely and friendly. They could sense my nervousness and were very calming and informative, telling me everything that they were doing. They probably thought I was a little crazy because I kept saying quietly, “It’s going be Ok. It’s going to be ok. Breathe”. They gave me some medicine that immediately had me shaking. I was assured that it was normal, but to me it was rather crazy! My teeth were chattering and my body was shaking uncontrollably. I told the nurse to tell my husband that it was normal. I knew that he would be worried when he came in and saw me shaking like that.
Before I knew it, my husband was seated near my head and was holding my hand. We were both nervous and just looked at each other… knowing that we would soon meet our daughter.
The C-section itself is a rather strange thing. I was awake, but truly not in any pain. I could feel pulling and tugging and pressure, but no pain. I don’t know what they were doing exactly, but within a few short minutes they told my husband to stand up and look. Almost immediately, I heard the most amazing sound in the world… my daughter’s cry. My eyes immediately began gushing tears. I couldn’t believe that she was here. I told my husband to go to her. He was torn as to what to do. He didn’t know if he should stay with me or go with the baby. I said, “Go”… in my chattery voice. He went to the baby and as soon as she heard his voice, she immediately quieted. Little Charlotte recognized her Dad’s voice and it was so beautiful. He came over and showed me a picture on his camera of our daughter. Again, my eyes were gushing.
The doctor’s continued to work on me for what felt like an eternity. They continued to let me know what they were doing and that they would soon be over. My husband brought Charlotte over to me all wrapped up and I lost it. She was so beautiful, and so perfect, and had a full head of dark hair (just like I had hoped). Eventually they finished and we got wheeled to recovery. I was scared to hold her on that journey because at that point I was still shaking and was scared I would drop her.
We got to the recovery room and it was there that I first got to hold my daughter. The nurse unwrapped her, and I took my daughter onto my chest and her her skin next to mine. She fell asleep and just looked perfect. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live. It was at that moment I knew I was a mom. I’ve never felt more love for someone in my life. We also tried our first attempt at breast feeding and it was a success 🙂 She did a great job and I was so relieved that she was finally here.
Shortly after my husband left to get my sister who came in an started gushing. All three of us were so impressed with Charlotte’s beauty and calm personality. She seemed to respond to our voices and I just marveled at the fact that she was half of me and half of my husband. It was amazing. We spent two hours in the recovery room and were then moved to our room (where we would stay for the next five days). We were greeted by a lovely nurse who got us settled in and gave us the run down of services, protocols, and just a ton of information! At that point it was 3 a.m. and we had Charlotte head to the nursery so we could get a little bit of sleep.
At around 3:30 I looked over at my husband and asked if he was up, he said yes and came over to my bed. We looked at one another and talked about how amazed we were that Charlotte was finally here. We kissed and smiled and that again is another moment I will never forget. Unfortunately, sleep was not in the cards for me that night. Being hooked up to an IV, a catheter, and blood pressure monitor is not super conducive to sleep 🙂
Over the next several days we were visited by our parents, siblings, and dear friends. Everyone was so taken by Charlotte. She’s amazing and just a wonderful baby.
But, the real credit, and the rock in my life, has to be my husband. For the first few days, I could barely get out of bed to go the bathroom, let alone get up to quickly change the baby or pick her up. He took care of EVERYTHING. He would bring her to me to eat, take her away, change her, rock her, everything. He is just THE most amazing man in the world. We hadn’t planned on a C-section, nor had we planned on being at the hospital until Monday, May 2nd, but he handled it was confidence, calmness, strength, love, and humor. He took care of me, put my socks on, refilled my water bottle, helped me put on pants for the first time, literally, everything. Just typing this makes my eyes well up because not only am I blessed with a happy, healthy baby, but I was the greatest husband in the world. His strength and patience really came out last week and I truly know how lucky I am to have him as my partner and the absolute love of my life.
Our time at the hospital was good. We had support from a lot of nurses, doctors, lactation specialists, and we left feeling confident that Charlotte had received the best care possible. Monday afternoon, we headed home to our condo, starting our new life together as a family 🙂
Our pregnancy journey has come to an end, and as expected, I do miss feeling my little baby kick around inside of me. However, nothing can replace that special cuddle time in the morning or the feeling I get when Charlotte looks at me when I talk to her. I’m going to try and keep up with my blogging, only I’m going to close this chapter, and start a new blog…. Title TBA.
Thanks again for reading. I apologize in advance if this post has lots of mistakes or errors, I’m not taking the time to proofread and the lack of sleep is taking it’s toll 🙂 Look for my new blog coming soon!