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.

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.

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.

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