It was ten thirty in the morning. On a beautiful sunny, summer, Monday. My least favorite day of the week. I had received a phone call from Northwest Hospital in Seattle, WA. A nice young man with a deep voice told me that there was an open room and to come as soon as possible so I could be prepped for induction. I was almost three and a half weeks over due. After hanging up I just froze. I could not believe the day had arrived. The day I would give birth to my eight-pound seven-ounce baby girl. I then had this gush of excitement. I was about to give birth, it was going to happen within the next 48 hours or less!
I ran, more like wobbled, down the three flights of stairs in my house. I was looking for the man that is now my husband. I thought …show more content…
Jonathon did a lot of triple checking to make sure I didn’t forget anything. I’m always forgetting something. I checked the car seat to make sure it was buckled in correctly. I tightened the seatbelt seven times. I had my husband pop the trunk so I could double check that we had all the bags. Even though he had done it plenty of times. This would be the last day my husband and I leave our house alone. We will be guaranteed to return with a little bundle of joy.
Jonathon and I arrive at the hospital exactly thirty-six minutes later. We drive through the parking lot about six times because there wasn’t an empty parking spot. I make him drive around one more time, we see a spot about to be open. He whips it into the parking spot. Before the car is shut of I have the seatbelt off and I’ve done jumped out the vehicle. I walk briskly to the door. My husband yells “Pumpkin, what about all your stuff?” I stop mid step. Turn around and walk back to the …show more content…
I was checked again. This time I was dilated seven centimeters. I cried out in pain as I felt the baby push through my pelvis. I thought my daughter was going to fall out right then and there. All I could do was scream out in agony. I just wanted the pain to stop. The doctor let me know that it would be a matter of minutes before my daughter was brought into this world and take her first breath of air. A mirror was placed between my legs because I wanted to see what was going on. My husband propped me up and held me tight. The doctor told me on my next contraction I need to push through my bottom and count to ten.
As the wave of heat, pain, and sweet enveloped my body, I took a deep breath and pushed. As I tried to push my contraction ceased and I would have to wait for another. With the second push I could see my daughters head crown at the opening of my vagina. I made me push more but I had to stop because my contraction has ceased once again. Her head contracted back into my body. Four times in a row this
I ran, more like wobbled, down the three flights of stairs in my house. I was looking for the man that is now my husband. I thought …show more content…
Jonathon did a lot of triple checking to make sure I didn’t forget anything. I’m always forgetting something. I checked the car seat to make sure it was buckled in correctly. I tightened the seatbelt seven times. I had my husband pop the trunk so I could double check that we had all the bags. Even though he had done it plenty of times. This would be the last day my husband and I leave our house alone. We will be guaranteed to return with a little bundle of joy.
Jonathon and I arrive at the hospital exactly thirty-six minutes later. We drive through the parking lot about six times because there wasn’t an empty parking spot. I make him drive around one more time, we see a spot about to be open. He whips it into the parking spot. Before the car is shut of I have the seatbelt off and I’ve done jumped out the vehicle. I walk briskly to the door. My husband yells “Pumpkin, what about all your stuff?” I stop mid step. Turn around and walk back to the …show more content…
I was checked again. This time I was dilated seven centimeters. I cried out in pain as I felt the baby push through my pelvis. I thought my daughter was going to fall out right then and there. All I could do was scream out in agony. I just wanted the pain to stop. The doctor let me know that it would be a matter of minutes before my daughter was brought into this world and take her first breath of air. A mirror was placed between my legs because I wanted to see what was going on. My husband propped me up and held me tight. The doctor told me on my next contraction I need to push through my bottom and count to ten.
As the wave of heat, pain, and sweet enveloped my body, I took a deep breath and pushed. As I tried to push my contraction ceased and I would have to wait for another. With the second push I could see my daughters head crown at the opening of my vagina. I made me push more but I had to stop because my contraction has ceased once again. Her head contracted back into my body. Four times in a row this