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Labor joy and pains

Nursery prepared for baby's arrival

Nursery prepared for baby's arrival

     Oh my goodness, I can’t believe that it has already been three weeks since the birth of my son.  Three beautiful weeks, of holding him, and just watching him.  I still can’t believe that I am a mother.  One thing is for sure, I have had some learning and adjusting to do in these past few weeks.

                Let’s start with how my due date arrived (August 31st) and this little boy was still a no show.  At that point I was forty weeks and ready to pop.  Went to see the doctor and she tells me that I will have to be induced.  I got induced on Wednesday September 7th at 6 am.  Husband and I arrive at the hospital and we are ready to get this party started. 

Walking to help labor  

Walking to help labor  


                The doctors come into my room and explain to me what the plan is going to be.  I intended to give birth naturally like God designed.  I’m given the Pitocin and some other medication; this is all happening in the morning.  Doctors are checking in on me and the good thing is that I am dilating more and more.  It’s now 10pm and I haven’t gotten past five to six centimeters of dilation.  My water has been broken by the doctor and the contractions are now kicking in even more. 

Still waiting... 

Still waiting... 

                The water breaking was not a good feeling.  It felt nasty, it was warm liquid gushing out.  Mind you that while all of this is happening I haven’t asked for epidural.  Back to the no progress in dilation, at around 11pm I start to feel faint, like I want to throw up and all the works.  Nurse comes in and tells me that the baby wasn’t getting much oxygen, at that point I looked at my husband and we both decided that the best thing to do was to have a cesarean section.  Although I wanted to have a natural birth I decided not to risk my life or the life of my son in the process.

                I’m glad that I went with the cesarean, it was quick and baby boy was ok.  When I heard him cry I couldn’t hold back the tears.  The nine months that I carried him were absolutely beautiful, but having him in my arms was a feeling like no other.  I finally had my little boy in my arms, I was meeting my son for the first and my heart just jumped with joy.  He truly is a blessing to me and I am glad that God picked me to be his mother.

@MskayleeG

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