Three weeks ago tonight my water broke in the middle of the night and we rushed to the hospital. Just like in the movies...sort of.
Last belly picture.
That day was just like any other day. I had been having contractions on and off for the past few days but still no baby. It was terrible. That Friday I was having even less than before and I was sure I was going to be pregnant forever. I waited for Tyson to get home from work so I could complain about how tired I was and how much I hurt everywhere and how I just wanted this to be over. (I was really pleasant to be around the last month of my pregnancy) We headed out to go get something to eat as our 'last meal together' even though we had been having our 'last meal together' the past 4 weekends in a row now.
It was a weird time in both our lives because we were just playing the waiting game. And I felt like we had been playing it FOREVER.
We headed back home that night early because we were both exhausted, and we watched some netflix. Tyson fell asleep in about .2 seconds like always and my insomniac pregnant body wouldn't let me sleep.
It was about 2:45 am and I all of a sudden started feeling super super sick like I was about to throw up. I ran to the bathroom and waited and nothing happened..I started to feel better after a few minutes so I went and laid back down. 5 minutes later it happened again..so I ran to the bathroom again. I didn't think these were contractions because I had been having them for the past few days almost constantly, these were different. The pain went away after a few minutes again and I sat down to go pee and then was planning on going back to bed.
Well, when I sat down I noticed I was.......dripping?? I didn't think I was peeing? So I sat there longer and waited to see if more came out. Sure enough it did. I grabbed a towel and stuck it in between my legs and went to wake Tyson up. He eventually woke up after being poked multiple times and I said 'umm...I think my water broke?' He didn't believe me at first because I had been telling him I was going to wake him up in the middle of the night and pretend I was going into labor. He finally realized I wasn't joking and we started getting our last minute things packed in our bags. By this time (10 minutes after my first contraction) the contractions were getting super strong and painful. We were out the door in a few minutes on our way to the hospital. That's when the panic set in for me. I was about to PUSH OUT A BABY. OUR BABY. I didn't know how? I didn't know what I was doing at all.
We got to the hospital around 3:30 and I got sent up to labor and delivery triage. I changed into a gown and they hooked me up to the monitors. My contractions were about 2 minutes apart at that point and I was hurting. I wanted the epidural NOW. They checked me and I was only at a 3. I was hoping for more because I didn't want a long labor, but atleast they were keeping me because my water had broke. I soon got admitted and set up in my room.
I was GBS positive which meant I needed to get antibiotics while I was in labor before I could deliver. My nurse was telling Tyson that for first time moms they usually progress about a cm an hour and that she should be here by noon! I got my epidural at about 5:30 and boy did that save me. I don't know how people give birth without it. We waited for a little while longer attempting to get some rest (yeah right, we were about to be parents) and at about 7:30 they checked me again and I was already at an 8?! Uhh..I thought this whole thing was supposed to take longer? My nurse wanted me to finish my second dose of antibiotics before I could start pushing and I wasn't even done with my first. An hour later she checked me and I was at a 10 and ready to go. She started the second dose of antibiotics and told me as soon as it's gone we were going to have this baby! Ahhhhh by about 9:15 I started pushing and at 9:47 little Ella was brought into this world. They immediately put her on my chest and started cleaning her off. She was mine! She was ours! This little thing that had been growing inside of me and kicking me for the last 9 months was now real! It was the most surreal feeling that I can't even describe.
Our hospital stay was amazing and I loved all the nurses and doctors that I saw. Everyone was so helpful and nice and we even stayed an extra night because it was so nice being taken care of! Ella passed all her newborn tests and screening and was as healthy as can be. She weighed 7 lbs 11 oz and was 20 in long. Perfect little baby. We couldn't be more happy and excited and in love with her. :)
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