I was over a week late and I noticed that the baby wasn't moving around much. Would this labor go quick or would I be stuck with a horrible long labor? This is my story.
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I had always wanted the perfect labor experience, but don't we all? I had been prepping for this moment forever it felt like. I was always so worried how I would push a baby out and wouldn't it hurt like crazy?
My moment never came because I ended up being induced a week after I was due. That night before was the worst night of my life. (My husband...who is now my ex...went to the bar to have his last night out before the baby...but that is another story.) There was a big snowstorm and I had a feeling there was no way we would be able to drive to the hospital which was in another town a half an hour away. But there I was all ready to go before we had to leave.
My ex-husband finally got up and drove me to the hospital. I remember we drove very slow because the last thing we needed to do was end up in the ditch. When we finally got to the hospital things went smoother. They put me in this little room where I was prepped to get induced. I couldn't stop smiling the whole time because I thought finally I get to meet my little one. I remember the nurses saying, "You won't be smiling in a while!" I was only twenty when I had my daughter and I feel that I was treated different because of it.
My contractions started at exactly 9 am...I thought this would be a breeze. The first contractions I could only see on the monitor and I honestly thought I would be able to handle the pain. Things were progressing quite fast when me and my exhusband noticed that everytime I had a contraction the heart rate would drop. We mentioned it to the nurses and then thought nothing of it.
I was begging a nurse to let me get up and go to the bathroom. I had to go bad and I wanted to go before I was confined onto my labor bed. I finally got a chance to walk around and I learned why they had railings in the hallways...to hold onto while you have a contraction! I went to the bathroom before I went back to my bed. I really wanted my exhusband to rub my back but he looked at me like I was an alien.
When I got back to my bed there was food waiting for me...it was only liquids though but hey who can complain. While I ate between contractions the heartbeat of the baby was only getting worse. They finally came to get me when I was eating my ice cream. They said they needed to move me to the labor room and I would be lucky to have my baby alive.
They just kind of slipped that in there so I really wouldn't notice. I really didn't think anything but what would my mother-in-law say? She had always judged me harsh from day one and now I would have another strike against me. I really didn't have much time to think about it because after they moved me I was in so much pain that I could only focus on that.
They had monitors on me and made me lay on my left side. They would hold me down during the contraction because I was too wiggly. They were talking to the doctor on the phone that I overheard. They were yelling the heart beat to the next room. They got me to sign papers for a csection and everything. I didn't know what I was signing...all I knew was that something really bad was happening.
The doctor finally arrived but by this time everything had gone from bad to worse. He broke my water which was only a trickle and told me to start to push. I pushed and pushed. The baby came out nice and easy. But she was dried out. The doctor said she wouldn't have lasted much longer because there was no water in my sack.
She was a healthy girl despite it all...she weighed 6lbs 8oz. Now she is 11...where does time go???