becky9684's Birth Story
I only had my mother support for the father of my son decided he wasn't the father and took off out of the county. I felt so alone, and during the pregnancy I was so depressed and didn't know what else to do. I was friends with a ex-boyfriend at the time and we were friends with benefits. I know—so wrong to be like that. He came to me and told me that I wasn't going to have my baby on my due date. (Duh! Not many people do!) What stunned me was he told me that instead of the 14th of March it will be the 21st of March. Which happened to be his birthday.
It was Friday March 19th at 8PM, I was practicing my breathing and getting eager to have my son. I started having sharp pains that kept coming and going. My mother was there timing me through it and told me that it was time for me to get to the hospital. I really didn't want to go, due to they might tell me that it is false. My mom was arguing with me so she finally called an ambulance. We got to the hospital, which was almost an hour away. by the time I got there my doctor was already there. I got checked over to find out that I was in labor.
They told me I wasn't allowed to eat anything until the baby comes out. Of course, come 12am, I am still getting impatient wondering what is taking so long. My contractions were really painful and it seemed like they never went away. I walked the floor with my IV rolling along side me. I tried laying back down seeing if I could fall asleep. Nothing seem to work. I bounced on the ball thinking it might, but it didn't. I spent 2 1/2 hours in the Jacuzzi. The water was starting to get cold and they couldn't heat it up anymore. I finally got out feeling a bit better then before.
As soon as I got back into my room the contractions were back again. He was coming and I knew it. After being up all night long, my mom came about 12pm on the 20th to visit me. She was surprised that he didn't want to come out. I was still having contractions throughout that day. I did the same thing all day trying to help my son to come out. My water still hadn't broke yet either.
Finally, Sunday March 21st at 4:30 PM the doctor came and told me that I could start pushing. I was pushing and hurting so bad until 7 PM. The doctor came back to check on me and I still hadn't had my baby yet. He then had me get the epidural. At that point I felt numb from the waist down (of course).
My doctor got called somewhere and told the nurses to have me start pushing some more and he would be back. I lay there trying to push and the nurse breaks my water to see if it might be easier. While I am pushing I am falling in and out of sleep. Finally there take me to the OR. I am talking to someone that is by my side while they are putting this blue tarp looking thing up and cutting me open. I hear the doctor say "OH My blonde hair and blue eyes! I don't get that much often!" I don't hear any crying and I am getting worried. Someone said he's not breathing. I got very worried and started crying thinking that my son was still. Come to find out my son's umbilical cord was wrapped around once around his leg and around his neck three times. They got it all untangled and everything and got him to breathe somehow. I couldn't see what they were doing and they were whispering. I heard the lullaby going off and the doctor mentioned to me about him being born at 730 exact.
He showed my son over the tarp and I went right out. I wok up in the recovery room and asked if I could go see my son. She told me that I wouldn't be able to walk right now it will take a while before I get feeling back in my legs. She took me to my room and there was my mother my grandmother and my brother all gathered around my son. My grandmother bragged about feeding him and my mother bragged about ringing the lullaby. I held my son for the first time and never let him go. I had him in bed with me before falling asleep I put him in his bassinet.
I woke up at 3AM the next day but he wasn't there. I took my first time out of the bed that morning and went straight to the nursery and told them they should have woke me because I would like to see where they were taking my son and what they were doing. Then I seen them drawing blood from his foot and I cringed a bit feeling sorry for my baby. Now my son is six and I still believe he is my miracle baby.
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