For 9 months we’ve watched my belly grow so that one day we’d finally get to meet the person who was growing inside me. On Wednesday June 6th I was supposed to be induced. My first induction I was so anxious I barely slept. At 6 am the hospital called and said they had a few emergencies and they were going to hold me off until 9 which they would call me back. At 9 they never called so I went back to sleep waiting for their call. 10 rolled around and I finally called so they had me come down for monitoring. After checking on the baby they checked me in as an out patient and sent my husband and I off to lunch while they dealt with some empty rooms. My doctor performed 9 csections that morning. 9!
At 2:30 my husband and I finally checked in to our room. When I walked in I looked around and burst into tears. We sat by the window and talked for a few minutes soaking it all in. After Del went to the car to get our things we finally met my labor nurse, Margie. A sweet older woman with a perm who started right away with getting me all checked in and IV ready.
At 4 PM I started oxytocin and my husband and I walked the halls of labor and delivery which were now almost empty. After monitoring my blood sugars I sent my husband off for dinner so I could smell his food teasing him about how hungry I was. Literally all I could think about was food in between my waves of panic. I expected these really hard contractions that were unbearable like everyone warned me of but they never came. At 7 PM I was officially in labor and my water had broken. I was 5 cms. Del helped me to and from the bathroom while helping me clean up from the extra fluid that kept making its way out.
After pacing around anxiously the pain gradually got worse and around 9PM I got an epidural. Shortly after getting the epidural my anxiety kicked in high gear. My doctor had been in surgery all day and had gone home so I met a very lovely midwife who had taken a few years off to have children of her own. After nicely asking if she could help deliver my baby my husband and I agreed although her calm ways and overly trying to calm my anxiety got on my nerves she explained that I was transitioning.
My nurse had resided in the fact that I probably wasn’t going to deliver before she had to leave home but she stuck with me. While the midwife had annoyed me my nurse however calmed my anxiety. My husband joking around talking with me to keep my mind off all of it. I looked up at the clock and it was nearing 11PM. While my nurse was out at the nurses station talking with the next nurse who was going to take over I told my husband something was wrong. The baby was coming!
I told him to hurry and get my nurse who quickly came running in. I asked her to check me so she did. After quickly checking me and said, yep there she is Kristin let me find the midwife and doctors. I told her to hurry and not leave me. My husband snapping pictures joking around that I must see my face.
Me texting my sisters and best friend telling them simply “It’s time!”. Not sure why but I felt like holding onto the bed for dear life as if somehow it would help her not come or as if I were going to go somewhere.
I could feel her making her way down and while it hurt it was bearable and I could focus on her. I had never felt this sensation, my husband couldn’t believe the smile on my face. At 11:44 PM after just 3 contractions and a handful of pushes she had been born.
It’s hard to believe that my husband was right at my side in the most supportive loving way and still managed to capture such breathtaking images. Just seeing this picture brings tears to my eyes. That exact moment you see your child for the first time.
The nurse grabbed the camera and began to snap pictures. I could not believe my eyes as I looked at them.
We didn’t get much sleep that night and in the morning light spent more moments with our daughter.