There I sit, 40 weeks pregnant, in the doctor's office praying I've made some sort of progress towards labor. My stomach sunk when my doctor told me I had actually dilated backwards half a centimeter. WHAT? Is that possible? Apparently it is. I'd been having contractions all night, every night, for about two weeks. But like clock work as soon as the sun came up they stopped. Before I was able to grab the closest object to hurl across the room (don't mess with a hormonal full term pregnant lady!) the doctor saved both of us by suggesting he induce me the next morning.
This was taken the morning we headed to the hospital. One day shy of my due date.
Rather than bore you with all of the nitty gritty details I'll sum up.
Pitocin started 9 am. Contractions. Water broken 11 am. More contractions. Epidural 4 pm. Extreme nausea and fever 7 pm. Jump from a 4 to an 8 by 9 pm. Contractions. Nausea. Waiting. More waiting. Pushing time 2:15 am. Welcome to the world beautiful girl 2:28 am :)
6 pounds 12 ounces
19 inches long
10 perfect fingers
10 perfect toes
I'm convinced the 18 hours of labor was because my little girl wanted to come on her official due date. She is so punctual :)
We are so blessed.
We are so in love.
YAY FOR NEW BABIES! I'm glad that I was able to be a part of this. She's so sweet and such a blessing!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I LOVE your face in the pic before you went to the hospital. So ready to be done!