On July 9, I went in for another routine doctor’s appointment after a very healthy and mostly enjoyable pregnancy. My due date was quickly approaching (July 10) and my doctor was curious to see how I was advancing as I had been 1.5 cm dilated and having false labor contractions for several weeks. The morning of the 9th, I started to get a feeling as I was waking up that we might not be coming home as a couple but as a family of 3. I then went to the bathroom and discovered what I assumed was the “bloody show” and had my husband put our hospital bags in the car just in case even though this didn’t necessarily mean anything. The ride to the hospital for my appointment was ordinary and I wasn’t feeling any contractions. Once we stepped into the waiting room, this changed quickly. I waited for 50 minutes while having close, painful contractions right there. They were only a few minutes apart and were taking my breath away. That 50 minutes seemed to drag on forever. Once I got back to the room, I explained what was going on to the nurse and once checked, we found out I was in labor. We were all ecstatic. My doctor told my husband and I to go have some lunch before checking into labor and delivery so naturally, we went straight to Shake Shack. After walking around a shopping center as instructed, my contractions started to draw attention in public and we decided it was time to head back to the hospital as I had no idea how long labor would take as a first time mom. I checked in and was progressing–until about 6 centimeters when things seemed to slow down for hours. I was in a lot of pain and still hadn’t had my epidural because I wanted to wait as long as possible. My water still had not broken and never did on it’s own. Finally, my doctor broke it in hopes of speeding things up at around 2 AM. I had also just gotten my epidural at that point. I did not like the way it made me feel at all. It was giving me such a weird sensation that almost made it seem like I wasn’t in my own body. I told my nurse that I wanted it lessened…lessened ended up meaning my legs were numb but not much else! I began to be in so much pain yet again but finally, baby girl wanted to come and I wasn’t about to call the anesthesiologist back again. At this point, it was 6 AM and I was fully dilated and starting to push. After about 19 hours of labor and no sleep, I was EXHAUSTED. And after a lot of pushing, it was clear that Charlotte was taking her time. I heard my doctor begin to mention a c-section after 2 hours of pushing and I then started praying non-stop that she’d come soon. Finally, after 2.5 hours, she was born and apparently had the cord around her foot a bit which was why it had taken SO long. Charlotte Chloe was born at 8:33 AM after 21.5 hours. We think she just really wanted to be born on her due date. She weighed 8 Ibs 12 oz. and was absolute perfection. If you’ve had a baby, you know you get no rest in the hospital. That mixed with laboring all night created a level of exhaustion that left me begging the nurses to leave me alone in the middle of the night…not that it worked. 😂
Charlotte LOVES to eat (and make dirty diapers), sleeps like a champ, makes hilarious faces after every nap and has parents who adore every ounce of her. As far as my recovery, I’ve been feeling pretty good other than being weak from anemia (my biggest shock during childbirth was definitely the blood loss–had no idea the delivery room would look like a crime scene) but I feel better with each passing day. Her cord fell off at 8 days old and I feel like I can’t blink without her growing and changing. We’re so thankful for this most precious gift.