Gabby's Birth Story
Submitted by MarshallFamily09
My stomach as big as a boulder, poking out at least a good two feet, shows the whole world that I'm ready to pop. Today is the big day for my beautiful daughter to enter the big world. Arriving at the hospital I can't help but to be so excited that she is almost here. I shivered as if I was a popsicle as I rang the bell to go back and get ready to be induced. The nurse arrived seconds later wearing a bright yellow jump suit and didn't look to happy. She came close enough to kiss me, and told me, I'm sorry sweetheart; you're going to have to come back tomorrow because we are packed with a lot of women ready to pop. I walked away upset and sick to the stomach. I felt like falling down on my swollen knees and crying like a baby; I was already two weeks over due.
Therefore, I went back home and laid down for a nap. My husband came in and tried to cheer me up and told me, everything will be okay; just think about it this way, you get to feel Gabby's boney arms, knees, and feet poke at you in till tomorrow. He walked away as I laughed in excitement waiting for her to kick me again. Before I knew it, my phone rang at seven in the morning. Not wanting to move, I shoved my husband in the shoulder and told him to pick up the phone. Hello, is Ashley or Matthew Marshall available? She can come in to be induced before we pile up like sardines. I jumped up like a bunny in a carrot patch, and got ready as fast as the Roadrunner on Looney Tunes. As we arrived at the hospital freaking out I thought to myself, How bad is this going to hurt? How long will I be in labor? Will everything be okay? I need to use the bathroom so I don't crap myself. The first thing I did when my mother, my husband, and I got back to the birthing room was go use the bathroom before I was able to embarrass myself. Coming out of the bathroom the nurse met me and told me to put on a dingy, green, old looking gown and lay on the bed.
As we waited for an hour or two, we were watching videos about the epidurals. Signing millions of papers, we were all ready to birth our beautiful baby Gabrielle. The nurse came in to give me pitocin to help start my labor. For the first fifteen minutes I felt so comfortable, like an angel sleeping on a cloud. After those fifteen minutes were up my stomach started to get hard and I felt these sharp pains running like lightning all around my stomach, in seconds they were gone. After the first six or seven contractions, the nurse kept upping my dosage to make them faster and hurt more. Falling asleep, in and out, between each contraction I was exhausted. When my pain gripping contractions got to the point where I could not take it no more, I asked for my epidural. Absolutely afraid of needles, especially the ones they use for epidurals, I was crying in my husband's arms trying to keep still as statue. Surprisingly the epidural didn't even hurt because they numbed it up to where I could not feel even a blow to the back.
Thirty minutes after I had my epidural I was out as if I was in a coma. I hardly remember anything when the doctors tried to wake me up and check if I was dilated enough. The moment I do remember the most is when my nurse woke me up and said, "It's time to start pushing." They started uncovering me. My mother got on one side and my husband got on the other side of me and they both held my legs up so I could push when needed. My legs felt like huge bricks, they felt so hard and heavy. I kept asking my mother if my legs were heavy but she always told me no.
Pushing as hard as I ever thought I could push, all I could feel was pressure. When I was done pushing I was out like a light, when I was told to wake back up I was wide awake. Pushing for about thirty minutes straight Gabby did not want to come out so my doctor told me that I would have to have a c-section because she would not fit under my pelvic bone. I started crying and told my mother that I didn't want a c-section and that I would push as hard as I could to try and get her out. The doctor that was going to do the operation came in and said, "Put your legs back up and give me the best push you can offer." My mom and husband both grabbed my legs trying to comfort me telling me that I could do it. "1, 2, 3, push," she said as she pushed down on my stomach. The doctor looked surprised as I was done pushing and told me that the baby did a ballerina twist and came out from under my bone. We were so happy, I felt like screaming.
Before I knew it my beautiful daughter was born lying on my chest as my husband and mom cut her umbilical cord. She was so beautiful, she hardly even cried. She looked so peaceful there lying on my chest, I wanted to grab her so bad but I was so tired that I couldn't. As my husband and I watched the doctors take care of little Gabby, tears of joy filled our faces.
We were so excited that our beautiful daughter was finally born after all the hard work. We were enjoying every little minute we could with our daughter. My mother stole her when possible; when she did she looked so happy. It made me so proud that bringing a beautiful daughter, granddaughter, great granddaughter, and niece brought my family so much happiness, now we all have a little Gabby running around to love, adore, and play with.
Therefore, I went back home and laid down for a nap. My husband came in and tried to cheer me up and told me, everything will be okay; just think about it this way, you get to feel Gabby's boney arms, knees, and feet poke at you in till tomorrow. He walked away as I laughed in excitement waiting for her to kick me again. Before I knew it, my phone rang at seven in the morning. Not wanting to move, I shoved my husband in the shoulder and told him to pick up the phone. Hello, is Ashley or Matthew Marshall available? She can come in to be induced before we pile up like sardines. I jumped up like a bunny in a carrot patch, and got ready as fast as the Roadrunner on Looney Tunes. As we arrived at the hospital freaking out I thought to myself, How bad is this going to hurt? How long will I be in labor? Will everything be okay? I need to use the bathroom so I don't crap myself. The first thing I did when my mother, my husband, and I got back to the birthing room was go use the bathroom before I was able to embarrass myself. Coming out of the bathroom the nurse met me and told me to put on a dingy, green, old looking gown and lay on the bed.
As we waited for an hour or two, we were watching videos about the epidurals. Signing millions of papers, we were all ready to birth our beautiful baby Gabrielle. The nurse came in to give me pitocin to help start my labor. For the first fifteen minutes I felt so comfortable, like an angel sleeping on a cloud. After those fifteen minutes were up my stomach started to get hard and I felt these sharp pains running like lightning all around my stomach, in seconds they were gone. After the first six or seven contractions, the nurse kept upping my dosage to make them faster and hurt more. Falling asleep, in and out, between each contraction I was exhausted. When my pain gripping contractions got to the point where I could not take it no more, I asked for my epidural. Absolutely afraid of needles, especially the ones they use for epidurals, I was crying in my husband's arms trying to keep still as statue. Surprisingly the epidural didn't even hurt because they numbed it up to where I could not feel even a blow to the back.
Thirty minutes after I had my epidural I was out as if I was in a coma. I hardly remember anything when the doctors tried to wake me up and check if I was dilated enough. The moment I do remember the most is when my nurse woke me up and said, "It's time to start pushing." They started uncovering me. My mother got on one side and my husband got on the other side of me and they both held my legs up so I could push when needed. My legs felt like huge bricks, they felt so hard and heavy. I kept asking my mother if my legs were heavy but she always told me no.
Pushing as hard as I ever thought I could push, all I could feel was pressure. When I was done pushing I was out like a light, when I was told to wake back up I was wide awake. Pushing for about thirty minutes straight Gabby did not want to come out so my doctor told me that I would have to have a c-section because she would not fit under my pelvic bone. I started crying and told my mother that I didn't want a c-section and that I would push as hard as I could to try and get her out. The doctor that was going to do the operation came in and said, "Put your legs back up and give me the best push you can offer." My mom and husband both grabbed my legs trying to comfort me telling me that I could do it. "1, 2, 3, push," she said as she pushed down on my stomach. The doctor looked surprised as I was done pushing and told me that the baby did a ballerina twist and came out from under my bone. We were so happy, I felt like screaming.
Before I knew it my beautiful daughter was born lying on my chest as my husband and mom cut her umbilical cord. She was so beautiful, she hardly even cried. She looked so peaceful there lying on my chest, I wanted to grab her so bad but I was so tired that I couldn't. As my husband and I watched the doctors take care of little Gabby, tears of joy filled our faces.
We were so excited that our beautiful daughter was finally born after all the hard work. We were enjoying every little minute we could with our daughter. My mother stole her when possible; when she did she looked so happy. It made me so proud that bringing a beautiful daughter, granddaughter, great granddaughter, and niece brought my family so much happiness, now we all have a little Gabby running around to love, adore, and play with.
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