The last two weeks of my pregnancy were beyond uncomfortable. I had reached the point where I thought that I would be pregnant forever, I felt that there was no light at the end of the tunnel. I wasn't dilating outside of the 1 cm yet I was experiencing what my OB called false labor. The contractions were so painful and there was nothing that I could do to advance them. My OB felt that it was time to talk about induction, she scheduled me a Sunday check in for a Monday induction.
Friday night I was stressed because I knew that there was a lot of stuff that we needed to complete before I checked into the hospital Sunday night including that highly unanticipated, dramafest also known as the Sunday Family Dinner. The Hubster suggested that we eat Cici's buffet since I love the salad and the cinnamon rolls. Well we got there and I grubbed like I've never grubbed before lol. I was stuffed to capacity and was not ashamed.
By the time, we made it home I took a shower and got into bed. Although I felt tired, there was nothing that I could do to fall asleep. The Hubster and Tiana were knocked out cold while I tossed and turned. Around 2am, I was lightly sleeping when I felt as though that time of the month rolled around... I felt a little drop but all of a sudden, I realized that I was pregnant and it couldn't be Aunt Flo but then I realized that it was nothing more than night sweats.
I fell back to sleep and two hours later I feel this huuuuge gush of fluid and I toss myself out of bed and yell to The Hubster I just broke, he leaped out of bed and was like WHA??? WHA??? What do I do?! (it was so hilarious... I wish I could have caught it on tape). He rushes in to Tiana's room and wakes her up and then we're off to the hospital.
We make a pitstop at Wal-Mart because I wanted to get some travel sized toiletries... needless to say I should have worn a pad because amniotic fluid came flowing right out as soon as we hit the aisle for the goodies. What a mess that was... I hurry out of Wal-Mart, make a stop a Chick-Fil-A and heading into L&D.
After two hours of debating whether or not my water truly broke, I was admitted and moved from triage to a room. I was so excited to get the show on the road and beyond thrilled to meet my Little One. I was started on pitocin in small dosages and as the drip was upped, I felt that I would be able to manage the pain. About three hours into labor, my contractions were 2 minutes apart and very intense, I was still coping well when my nurse suggested that I take a bathroom break. I did and that's where things went south.
Coco's heart rate began to drop and become irregular. The OB on call rushed in when he noticed the change and stopped the pitocin. I was worried, he said that there was nothing to be concerned about it may just be a fluke. We waited it out for another hour and her heart rate stabilized. Pitocin was started at the lowest dose and suddenly I had to go the bathroom again, they took me off and I went. Coco's heart rate became even more irregular than last time... I was prepped for a c-section.
That's the only thing that I didn't want throughout my whole pregnancy. I was terrified of what was happening and felt guilty at the same time. I wanted a Natural Unmedicated Child Birth but didn't care because at this point I just wanted Coco to make it safely. As the procedure began, I begged them to wait for The Hubster who was coming down the hall but they started anyway... finally, they allowed The Hubster to come in and sit with me. He held my hand as I sobbed and sobbed but I knew that it was what was best for Coco. Once she was out and I heard her coo and then her cry I lost it. I just wanted to rip that curtain down and see her. They cleaned her up, she came around, and it was the most beautiful experience ever. Everything else melted away as I got to see my beautiful 6lbs 13 oz. baby girl (I was born on 6/13). It was amazing...
So without further ado here is Camille Janae:
She has truly brought so much love into this world and to our family. Life will never, ever be the same!
