Three weeks (and one day). Three weeks ago, I was in the hospital waiting to have our little girl! I was having contractions pretty close together, we were in the delivery room waiting to dilate all the way and/or for my water to break on its own.
My contractions had actually started the night before, March 5th, around 10:00. I was so thankful to have my mom there with me. We were trying to wait it out at home, and stay home as long as possible so we wouldn’t be at the hospital longer than necessary. We ended up going to the hospital around 2:30am. We were admitted into the hospital, but after a 2-3 hours, they discharged us because I hadn’t dilated past a 2 or effaced anymore. I was effaced at 99% and it hadn’t progressed anymore.
My husband, my mother, and my mother-in-law were with me, we didn’t want to go back home just to have to turn around and go back. We stayed in the waiting room/lobby and waited it out some more. We went back and forth between sitting and walking around the lobby. During the contractions, I would either hang/lean on to the side railing on the walls or my husband. We waited another couple of hours before going back and seeing if they would re-admit me.
They re-admitted me, I had to dilate to at least a 3 or greater before they would take me to a delivery room. The next time they checked me, thankfully I was dilated to a 3-4! I was finally being taken to a delivery room – where we waited for me to dilate the rest of the way. We were at the hospital all day, we had no sleep, at least 36+ hours of no sleep. When we got to the waiting room and settled, we were able to rest and try to nap before the real work started. I did get an epidural; I didn’t want to, but I realized I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was, and I changed my mind and decided to do an epidural. Next time though, I am planning on sticking it out and doing it without the epidural.
Between 4-4:30 that afternoon, my water broke. So about 4:30, I started pushing. I pushed for two hours, than I spiked a fever, and we also found out there was some infection in the amniotic fluid, and she was also stuck, and so we had to have an emergency C-section. Also something I didn’t want. I did not want an epidural, and I ended up getting it. I did not want a C-section, but I ended up having to have it. But everything turned out fine in the end. They took her to the NICU to be safe because of the infection that was found. They put both of us on antibiotics, and they wanted me to be fever-free for 48 hours. If I had a temperature in between those 48 hours, than those 48 hours would restart. Which happened once. I was already exhausted, not being able to get much sleep in the hospital, and when they told me that the 48 hours had to restart, I cried. I just wanted our baby and to be out of the hospital. Also, daddy was still able to cut the umbilical cord, even though it was a C-section! He was pretty proud! This was our first family picture, also right before they took her to the NICU.
We ended up being in the hospital for five days. Five long days. We were happy to finally be able to go home. Also, since the flu outbreak had been so bad this year, we weren’t allowed any visitors except the two that were with us during the delivery. And Brandon and I were the only ones allowed to go in the NICU, so both our moms weren’t able to see her in person until we were discharged from the hospital. They could only see pictures and the NICU had a live video that we had our own username and password and such and we could see her when we weren’t there, and our moms and whoever else we gave the information to could see her! It’s not the same as seeing her in person and being able to hold her, but it was something!
Luckily though, we had really nice nurses, during the day and the night nurses. They had to poke me four times with the IV, because the first one didn’t work, then he second one ended up being in for too long, so it wouldn’t let the antibiotics flow through the right way, then my third one burst my vein, which by the way – it really hurts!! Then the fourth and final one was in less than 16 hours.
So on March 6, 2018 at 7:14pm, at 19 1/2 inches long, and 7 lbs and 1oz, was our little girl Anastasia Hope! We are both proud parents! We have some rough nights with her, but they are worth it! She is worth it! I just got to keep telling myself that! I’m just kidding! She IS worth it! We love her very much and wouldn’t trade her for anything or anyone! My husband is one proud daddy! I love seeing him with her! It’s one of the sweetest things!!
It’s not super detailed, since I don’t want to give every detail of the birth, and I’m sure you don’t want to know every detail either, but that is the gist of it! Thank you for reading! Also, thank you for all the prayers from while we were in the hospital, they were very much appreciated!
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