Whether you're about to give birth or already a mom of a big kid, you'll laugh and cry reading these moving birth stories (14 Photos)
I was due on June 15th but I knew if my daughter were anything like me, she’d be inpatient. My pregnancy was very smooth -- up until the 36-week ultrasound that is. The technician was doing her thing, and then said, “Uh-oh, that’s not good. Let me get your doctor.”
Just what a new mom wants to hear! I started panicking and tears were rolling down my face as I lay there expecting the worst. The doctor came in and took me into this small office where they hook up all the monitors onto your belly. They wanted to see if the baby was active enough. The doctor then explained to me that the baby was “frank breach” where the baby’s bottom was coming out first. She also said that my amniotic fluid was extremely low and that I may have a leak. These two factors would make it hard for my baby to move, and they needed to make sure she was ok.
I checked into the hospital, where the doctors were about to get my fluids up a bit. I was released the next day with orders to see a high-risk doctor the following week. However, when I saw the doctor one week later, the levels of my amniotic fluid were dipping dangerously low. She said, “Are you ready to be a mommy?” My response: “OH YES I AM!”
My husband had been to every appointment with me, except for this one, of course. The doctor said, “No need to rush, since your last meal was a few hours ago, they wont be able to do the C-section until about 7pm tonight so just sit in the waiting room and I will call your doctor.” So that’s what I did. I called my family and told them the news but explained that there was no need for them to get to the hospital before 7pm.
The doctor then came out and told me to head to the hospital where I would wait to be prepped for surgery that night. So I left and met my husband at home, we grabbed our bags and our dog. We dropped the dog off at my in-laws and took our time getting to the hospital. I arrived at the hospital at about 4pm. Once I got upstairs everything happened very fast. The nurses said, “Are you Christina? We’ve been waiting for you! Your surgery is in less than an hour and we have to get you prepped.” Panic set in again! I just told my family not to be there before 7pm! They’d never make it now. I had nurses jumping on me so fast I barely had time to think. My husband started calling everyone as the nurses got me ready for surgery.
My family raced to the hospital and they all somehow made it just in time to see me being wheeled in for surgery. It didn’t go off without a hitch: First, while as the anesthesiologist put the needle in my back, it felt like I had been electrocuted. The whole left side of my body jerked into the air uncontrollably. It was the worst pain I had every felt. I asked what had happened, and the anesthesiologist said he had hit a nerve. The worst part was they had to try again. The second time was okay, but I was still so shaken up about it, and by the time my husband came in the room, he could tell something was wrong. The doctor explained what had happened by saying, “It’s kind of like hitting your funny bone.” This doctor obviously never had anyone stab him in the nerve with a giant needle.
The surgery went by pretty quickly, and then I heard the best sound in the world: My daughter’s first cry. She was beautiful and perfect, though unfortunately she had to wear a harness for seven weeks because of a dislocated hip (which is apparently common among frank breech babies.).
My daughter is now 17 months and I can barely remember what the pain felt like, or what it was like to have her in that little harness. I’d do it all again the same exact way if it meant I’d have another child just like her.
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