Well, let me tell you, the horror you have going into labor and delivery is your own fear. Everyone is scared regardless how many you have. Well, here’s what happened to me—now this does not mean this will happen to you, but maybe my story can ease your fears if you’re a first-timer. I had a horrible cold so I took my nine-months-pregnant body to Walmart at 4:30 in the morning. I hadn’t slept in days and I was miserable. I had always had a fear of having my water break in public … well, that fear happened. At 4:45 a.m., my water broke, but I thought I just peed on myself because it was two weeks early for our baby to be here. Not understanding what was going on, I went to the restroom. It was clear and so I was like, “How odd.” So I headed home and it happened two more times, so I woke the hubby and he jumped up and was like, “Let’s go to the ER.” I was crying because I was embarrassed, thinking I had wet myself. I was in denial; it was my water breaking. They confirmed it and I was headed to delivery.
My parents lived seven hours away, so we called them as I got hooked up to everything. I was three centimeters at 5:00 a.m. I had an IV of Purtussin (labor-increasing medicine) in my IV and stayed at three centimeters for twelve hours. I was in horrible pain. My contractions before my epidural were around thirty seconds apart. Doctor got me set up with an epidural and it was slightly painful, for he went deep and hit a nerve and I dang near jumped off the table. I was a mean kitty to my husband who was only trying to comfort me, but I was hurting like no other pain I had felt before. Took about twenty minutes for the epidural to kick in. (I would truly recommend getting one; I don’t know how women do a natural birth—not me.) After the epidural kicked in, I felt like my legs weighed 300 pounds each; I literally could not move! It was working, I felt no pain. Ahhh relief.
The nurses kept wanting me to move. I couldn’t wiggle my toes. Well, I went from three centimeters to eight centimeters in an hour-and-a-half, and eight centimeters to ten centimeters within minutes. It was time. Big, deep breath, Lord be with us. The stirrups were up and ready. The nurses had to help me move my legs into the holders; I couldn’t move from waist down. With my Lord on my side and my husband on my left, my mother on my right, the doctor and nurses in the catching area … it was time to push. Now mind you, I was dead with a cold and hadn’t slept well the past couple of days; I was exhausted before I began. They folded me up like an accordion and I had to push with all my might, holding my breath for ten seconds at a time. I felt no pain, but got very light-headed, and I wanted it to be over. Thirty minutes of pushing later, I felt this release and gush at the same time. Like someone uncorking a bottle. As I collapsed into my loved ones’ arms, they laid my beautiful daughter on my chest. I had never fallen in love so quickly. We all burst into tears. Me and God and my husband had created this perfect little blessing. It was well worth the wait, and she is perfect. She weighed six pounds, nine ounces, nineteen inches long, born on February 27, 2011. She is five days old and doing awesome. We named her Emery Rose.
Your body will take a toll after the fact, I’m slowly learning. Motherhood is a learning experience, and just take it one day at a time. It’s weird how you know just what to do, even if you have never done it. Have faith and do your best, take care of yourself, take care of your baby and you will do fine. Good luck!