Hazels Birth Story
Here I am, 41 weeks and two days pregnant and still no baby. I had a Dr. Appt. the day before and Dr. said I was almost a two 80 percent effaced. This, just like every week before this wasn't very good news. I could not believe this baby was still inside my belly.
The night before our baby was born, I went to bed with some pains, praying this was it. I didn't even want to tell Jake, because I didn't want to jinx it. About in the morning I was woken up by a sharp labor pain. I got really excited, could this really be it?! I told myself I was going to go back to sleep and see if another wakes me up. An hour later, I was woken up again by another sharp pain. This time I started timing them and they were minutes apart. Holy cow! So thats when I woke Jake up. He had an important day at school the next day, so I didn't want to head to the hospital unless we knew for sure this was it, plus I wanted to labor at home as much as possible. We went downstairs and started to play Mario, thats when we noticed the contractions were getting closer and closer, almost 4 minutes apart and starting to hurt bad. Oh my gosh, that came fast. We called my dad and he rushed over to stay with Lola. We grabbed our bags and were out the door. The entire way to the hospital my contractions were timing about 7 minutes apart, they starting slowing down. By the time we got to the hospital and into the room where you wait to be checked in they really slowed down. I started to freak out. The doctor (hospital Dr.) came in and told me I could go back home if I wanted, that the contractions had slowed down and if I wanted to have a natural birth than there was no point of me staying. I told him that I needed a minute and when he left the room I just broke down. I was so disappointed, I knew what I felt and I didn't want to leave. The nurse came in and saw me upset. I told her that I didn't want to leave, I was pretty sure I was in labor and she told me she would call my doctor and see if he thought it would be okay if I got checked in and stayed. I knew that if I was to get checked in then I was going to have this baby, rather it was on its on or if they would have to get things going themselves. At that point, I didn't care, I was having this baby today and I was pretty dang sure this baby was on it's way, no matter what they said. So they called my doctor, who happens to be the coolest Dr. ever and he told them to let me check in and see if I start progressing again. Oh my gosh, I was soooo relieved and so excited! As soon as we got checked into our room and I got relaxed my contractions were back! I knew it. I believe the stress of me being so worried about it being false labor had slowed down my labor. Once I was clam and relaxed, this baby was ready! We got checked in about 10:00 am.
Once the nurse checked me again, I was at a 7. I knew I had hit transition. I was having hot/cold flashes, my legs were shaking and I pretty much thought I was going to die. I kept looking up at Jake and telling him "I can't do this" The poor guy didn't know what to say, you could tell he just felt bad for me. He told me he was worried that since I was late he thought this baby was going to be too big for me to deliver and maybe I really couldn't do it, but of course he never said that out loud. He just held me through every contraction and cheered me on. I suddenly felt the urge to push. I was standing of course, I do all my laboring standing. Laying in bed and laboring is not for me. I had another contraction and BOOM, my water broke all over the floor. The nurse rushed over to me. I think I remember her saying something along the lines of okay, "Page the Dr!" and then asked me if I could make it into the bed as she is holding her hands underneath me, as if she was ready to catch a baby. I'm pretty sure you could see the head and at that point I wasn't sure I could make it in the bed, I was in so much paint, but between contraction I managed to hop up in bed and when the next contraction hit, I had to push. My Dr. was not there yet, but a couple EMTs and the I'm pretty sure a Dr. was there. there were so many unfamiliar faces around, but I didn't care. I had to push, and this baby was coming! A couple pushes later and there SHE was. This itty bitty 6 lbs 6 oz, beautiful baby girl. I still got to hold her right away and all that natural jazz, even though my Dr. wasn't there. He showed about about 5 minutes too late, but the poor guy tried. This little girl came fast once I hit a 7. There was my baby, miss Hazel Jane. I think I remember smiling and saying "she looks like Lola." "Lola has a sister!" I was so excited, they had each other.
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