She made her grand entrance on October 29 at 6:07pm, weighing in at 9lbs 8oz and at a nice 20 1/4 inches long. She arrived 3 days before her due date (November 1), which wasn't too surprising to me. I had a feeling that she'd come a little earlier than expected, but I was still caught a lil off guard.
I guess you could say that my contractions actually started sometime the day before, but they weren't very strong at all.. I couldn't really tell that they were contractions, since they were so far apart and weren't causing me any real pain. It mostly felt like pressure in my lower back moving down to my bottom, so I passed it off as maybe being indigestion and didn't think too much of it. The morning of the 29th, I woke up at 3 something in the morning, and the contractions were hitting me a lot harder and they were a lot closer together, enough that I couldn't go back to sleep from the pain. They were bad enough at this point that some of them were bringing me to tears, and I knew they had to be contractions. I stayed awake, sitting on the computer playing World of Warcraft (I know, i'm such a nerd, lol) and around 7 something in the morning, I decided to start writing down the times that the contractions hit. They were averaging about 5 minutes apart.. At around 9ish, my sister made me go out and take a walk with her, to see if we could regulate the contractions a bit. I dealt with them a while longer until around 11:30 or so, and that's when my sister decided to call my doctor's office and let them know to see if they wanted me to come in and check me out. They told me to come up at 1:40 and they would check my cervix and see if I was progressing at all. My mom went with me, and at this point the contractions were starting to get stronger and stronger, and really painful. The midwife came into the room and checked me, then told me "I'm not sure if I should tell you, I don't want you to freak out or anything.." That confused the hell outta me... >>;.. Then I guess she decided to tell me anyway, and reported that I was already 7cm dilated! I looked at her and was like "Really?! Wow..." and just smiled. So she said that I was off to L&D at the hospital just next door, although it wasn't the one I was registered at... but oh well. (Funny part is that I was born at that same hospital.
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We walked into the hospital at about 2:30, Thursday afternoon, and I was calling my sister and dad at home to tell them, and my two best friends, one of which is Madison's new godmother
I got into a room right away and got changed, then the waiting started.. While waiting, I got stuck in both arms for a total of 4 times, just to get the IV in.. First in my right wrist, then my left forearm (and the nurse ended up popping my vein that time, so I have a nice big purple bruise there), then my right hand, and finally they got it into my left wrist. My contractions were definitely stronger at this point, MAJOR PAIN! I ended up moving to sit in the rocking chair, because the bed was too uncomfortable, especially being that my tailbone is still bruised from slipping and falling on my butt just 2 and a half weeks ago. I'm thinking it was both a good and a bad thing that they had me facing the monitor, so I was watching the numbers on my contractions... The majority of them were hitting around 76, which was bad enough.. There was one that hit almost 90 though, and that one actually made mepanic for a second, and brought me to tears. I have a low enough tolerance to pain, lol. At this point I told everyone there "I'm starting to think I might want that epidural now...." and my sister told me that it was probably too late for it by now.. She was right. I'm not sure of how long I was sitting in the chair before they finally came back to check me; at this point I didn't know what time it was. They moved me to the bed and checked, and I was 9 and a half cm. They told me to call them when I felt the urge to push, and they started out of the room... well, I swear it was less than 30 seconds after they said that, that it hit me and I was like "OH GAWD" at this point, and I definitely felt the urge. So then it started.. My mom on my right side holding my leg, the nurse on the left holding the other one, midwife and resident doctor ready to grab the baby when she came out. Pushing commenced, and I swear I felt that I was going to poop the whole time, every push. Embarrassingly enough, I did pee about 3 times from the pushing..
..but it's okay. I'm trying my hardest NOT to scream, because my mom is right there with me, and she was telling me she wasn't going to let me scream lol. At this point though, I've got zero pain tolerance, no epidural, and I was going through the worst pain in my LIFE.I did keep myself from yelling obscenities though... That would have been worse, in my opinion, because I absolutely do not curse around my mom lol. Not because I can't, just that I don't like to.
Anyways, I'm pushin, I'm pushin.. my two best friends are off to the side watching (which I was surprised they did, really.. I wasn't about to tell them to look away though, I didn't care enough rofl all I was focused on was the pain and gettin this baby OUT!) and the midwife is tellin me that she can see the baby's head, she's got a lot of hair, ladedadeda... Her fingers down there were bothering the hell outta me, but it did help me to focus my pushing to that point. So I'm pushing as hard as I can, and finally... I'm crowning.. and that has to be the most excruciating pain I've ever felt, because now I'm screaming (I feel like the whole hospital heard me scream, but my sister assures me that they didn't, lol) and the hilarious part was that after the first big scream, I apologized for screaming to my mom... my friends made fun of me for that one. A few big pushes later, her head is finally out, and they're like "Come on, keep pushing her out!" And i'm exhausted... but I push a couple more times, and she slips out (I agree with what my mom said about that part feeling really weird hah), I feel like I just peed Niagara Falls with how much fluid poured out after her, and the pain is finally subsiding.. WOOT! They put a blanket on my belly, plopped her on me, and I couldn't help but feel so unbelievably relieved and happy. And seeing her just made me fall in love. My mom cut the cord, and they got her cleaned up and all.. I was like "yaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy" at this point lol. I did tear a little, so they had to stitch me up (which really sucks... made me real sore down there and it burns sometimes when I go pee.. but s'ok.) But everything else went on as it should.. I'm grateful for those ginormous pads they give you, and even the mesh panties (which aren't totally uncomfortable.. can't feel them and they're not itchy or anything, so it's all good.) The hospital food sucked, and the mattress on my bed was really uncomfortable, not to mention I never want to endure that much pain ever again, but it was all worth it. I love my baby girl more than anything <333
Here's a lovely crosseyed picture we snapped of her yesterday for you all to see: