After eight and a half long months of morning sickness, more like all day sickness, hefty weight gain, numerous doctor appointments, eating like a sumo wrestler, and back pain that kept me up throughout the night, I thought that I could finally rest these last two weeks. Boy did I think wrong! Sleeping peacefully September 27 in my new cherry oak bed with the ceiling fan wide open, I suddenly jolted up feeling an excruciating pain radiate all in my stomach and back. I knew then that it was time to have my little bundle of joy. Seeing my mother and sister give birth, I thought it was the most wonderful and beautiful event in the world. Little did I know the actual effort of bringing a child into the world until my time came.
Luckily I was already …show more content…
Kingston has not made it to the house yet, but I knew already knew it would take him over an hour. He is so hardheaded and wanted to pack his hospital bag at the last minute. By the time I got out of the tub, he was just pulling up and my contractions had become more intense, persistent, and longer. I went and let him in when I abruptly felt a huge gush of warm fluid run down my leg. At first I thought I had peed on myself, but then I realized that it was my water breaking. I finally went and woke up my parents which was way easier to do then when I woke up …show more content…
I thought the contraction stage of my labor was the hardest, but nothing was harder than actually pushing another human being out of a hole the size of a bagel. My team of nurses was prepped and ready to go for the baby to come out, but I wasn’t ready. I started having doubts thinking that I couldn’t do this and that I wasn’t ready for a baby. A baby who would look up to me and who I would be in total responsibility of. Thankfully I had my significant other who reminded me that we could do this together.
Preparing to push, I chose to be slightly reclined back with my legs propped up. Ms. Rebecca and my mother coached me the whole way through the process. “On the count of three, push until you cannot anymore.” I did as I was told; even though, it felt as if I were being torn apart piece to piece down there. It took two pushes before our son even started crowning. Kingston looked as if he were going to pass out at any minute. All he could do was let me squeeze his hand as I screamed, pushed, cried, and pushed some more.
Three pushes later and the cutting of the umbilical cord, I had finally given birth to a handsome baby boy. I didn’t care if he was still covered in blood and amniotic fluid. I was just happy to finally have him in my arms. That day I not only learned what motherhood felt like, but also that I could do anything in this world no matter how hard it
Luckily I was already …show more content…
Kingston has not made it to the house yet, but I knew already knew it would take him over an hour. He is so hardheaded and wanted to pack his hospital bag at the last minute. By the time I got out of the tub, he was just pulling up and my contractions had become more intense, persistent, and longer. I went and let him in when I abruptly felt a huge gush of warm fluid run down my leg. At first I thought I had peed on myself, but then I realized that it was my water breaking. I finally went and woke up my parents which was way easier to do then when I woke up …show more content…
I thought the contraction stage of my labor was the hardest, but nothing was harder than actually pushing another human being out of a hole the size of a bagel. My team of nurses was prepped and ready to go for the baby to come out, but I wasn’t ready. I started having doubts thinking that I couldn’t do this and that I wasn’t ready for a baby. A baby who would look up to me and who I would be in total responsibility of. Thankfully I had my significant other who reminded me that we could do this together.
Preparing to push, I chose to be slightly reclined back with my legs propped up. Ms. Rebecca and my mother coached me the whole way through the process. “On the count of three, push until you cannot anymore.” I did as I was told; even though, it felt as if I were being torn apart piece to piece down there. It took two pushes before our son even started crowning. Kingston looked as if he were going to pass out at any minute. All he could do was let me squeeze his hand as I screamed, pushed, cried, and pushed some more.
Three pushes later and the cutting of the umbilical cord, I had finally given birth to a handsome baby boy. I didn’t care if he was still covered in blood and amniotic fluid. I was just happy to finally have him in my arms. That day I not only learned what motherhood felt like, but also that I could do anything in this world no matter how hard it