She's here ...

At my Dr. appt. on Friday, August 4th a fellow pregger turned to me in the waiting room and asked, “are you waiting for the full moon on Tuesday too”? I laughed and said yes even though I knew I wasn’t due for at least another three weeks. That day I was sent to fetal diagnostics at the hospital for tests because my blood pressure had been slightly high for the third time. Of course, once I got to the hospital for tests my blood pressure was fine but they found that my fluid was low. They sent me home with instructions to drink a gallon of water a day, rest, and come back Tuesday to test again. I did. Sure enough, on Tuesday my blood pressure was still fine (my mom and I realized it was only high on the days I had to drive myself to my appointments … apparently I’m a stressed driver) but my fluid was even lower. While I had been saying for a few weeks I was ready to have the baby, when the nurse actually said I was going to be induced my nerves went through the roof! I just kept thinking, “Oh my gosh, I really have to do this!” No more fun and games. People seemed to treat you better; there is just something special about being pregnant and it was in the office on Tuesday I got sad that I wasn’t going to be pregnant anymore. It’s hard to explain when you actually realize you’re going to have a baby. Of course you know when you’re pregnant that you’re going to have a baby but reality actually sets in when you get ready to deliver.
So, at noon on Tuesday, August 8th, they admitted me to start the induction. I was checked into room 47 which was emotional, especially for my mom, and I just knew everything was going to be okay. The view was beautiful too; I couldn’t have picked out a more perfect room. Then the marathon began …
At noon on Tuesday they used prepadil to soften my cervix and started an IV of fluids to help me dilate. Once the IV started I literally had to pee every hour and 15 minutes … on the dot but the labor hadn’t really started yet … just mild cramping. At 10:30pm they started me on petocin which jumpstarted my body for the event (and, yes, it was a full moon). Wednesday morning around 8:30am the dr. from hell broke my water (worst experience ever … the breaking of the water was fine but she was not gentle at all making her way to the bag if you know what I mean).

Wednesday at 7pm, after about 20 hours of labor (technically 31 hours) I got my epidural. I was progressing so slowly, it was ridiculous! At midnight I was only 3 cm!!!!!!!!! The doctors kept saying I needed a cesarean and that Iw as going to be able to go much longer … but a 2:30am Thursday morning I was at 9.5 cm and it was go time! About and hour later I started pushing and after 2 hours of pushing my angel was born at 5:48am. She was so tiny (5 lbs. 14 oz., 19 in.). I was totally overwhelmed and a little worried because I didn’t have that immediate connection everyone raves about (so don’t feel bad if it’s not love at first sight with your first … you’ll fall in love later). I had a very long labor and push time and to be perfectly honest I didn’t think it was that bad. Even while I was in labor and pushing I kept saying it wasn’t bad. So don’t let people’s horror stories freak you out and say yes to drugs when the time comes!
It was that first night when the baby and I were left alone that I began to fall in love and feel the “connection” and it grows more and more everyday.
So, now that you know all about the first time Makayla and I met I hope you continue to enjoy our journey through life together! Mak n’ Me begins …