It’s Friday!!! Which means time for a fun, lighthearted post. Fun in the way of facts and flashbacks. Let’s start with the fun facts. Remember, only one is the truth that you have to pick. 🙂
- I have a fear of heights.
- I have a fear of needles.
And now I’m going to rewind….to a Flashback Friday type of post. 🙂 I always enjoy reading the flashback posts from other bloggers out there since I think we all have such interesting things to share. My first flashback is inspired by a very special event of this week, my friend’s delivery of her baby girl. It totally brought nostalgia of my own experience and I think it was perfect timing for this to be my flashback.
Well, it was a Monday morning and I had just reached 38 weeks. I was heading out to the doctor for my normal weekly check up looking a little something like this…
At the office, they did all the normal heartbeat monitoring, pee pee samples, blood pressure checks, etc. Then all things halted when they measured my stomach. Which was reading small, again. They sent me to get an ultrasound to check her growth, again. I will admit that I was a bit exasperated and thinking this was going to be a waste of time. All throughout my pregnancy I had measured small, and not for lack of eating I can assure you. 😉 I had already been put through numerous ultrasounds (racking up the insurance bills) just to be told “oh she is measuring a bit smaller than average, but still well within normal range”. I was fully expecting to get the same “diagnosis” this time with a couple hundred dollars tacked on to pay. How ultrasounds are so dang expensive when they last 2 minutes is beyond me. But I digress.
So, I went in to look at another picture like this…
…and was shocked when the tech went quiet and dropped her smile. Um, hello?! Could you please tell me what’s going on??? They had me clean up and go into the midwife’s office to speak with her. The news? “You need to go into the hospital this afternoon to be induced first thing in the morning because your daughter is no longer growing and getting the nutrition she needs inside of you”. Insert moment of panic *here*. They assured me she was alright, which is why they weren’t doing things right that moment and to go home rest and get things ready before coming in that night. Rest? Are you KIDDING me?! All I have to say is thank goodness that previous Friday we finally finished all of the house remodeling we had been working on for 6+ months. Just finished as in our entire upstairs was gutted for months on end while my husband rebuilt it and we had the carpet installed (the final touch) just a few days before.
Well, we finally headed in to the hospital at around 4:00 that afternoon. They put something up in me to get me started. That sounds wrong on so many levels. Get me started with contractions you dirty people. 😉 Then I settled in with a few favorite things for what would be my last night of peace in a long time.
I was woken up at about 5am the next morning to be induced. BAH! I don’t think I have ever hurt like that. I was started on Pitocin (the drug used for induction) at around 6:30am, even though I had already started some mild contractions on my own. They wanted to speed things up. Which…they did! I was in agony. And they kept telling me it would most likely be awhile and could take all day. What?! There’s no way. I was finally checked out again, expecting to be told I was a wuss and only dilated a few centimeters. The news? “Oh wow! Do you want an epidural now because if you want it we need to get it in you. You’re already at 7 (out of 10) cm!”. Well, no wonder I was in so much pain. I had stretched out a ton in a limited amount of time. Enter epidural man (aka my hero), enter nurse to reduce the pitocin because I was going too fast and the midwife was busy, and enter a blissful hour nap.
It all went so fast there. I will spare you the gory details, but when the nurse came in at 11:15 we only had to wait 10 minutes for Makenzie to be welcomed to the world. The little 6lb 5oz booger shot out in no time and made that part extremely easy on me.
I am very thankful for my first birthing experience. It was relatively pain free and easy…which just has me knowing that the next one will not be so nice. And she has been the most easy and enjoyable little ray of sunshine since. 🙂