Amelia's Birth-story!

Being a avid blog reader (not the best at blog writing but anyways), I have noticed that just about everyone is pregnant or just had a baby. I have been reading birth stories left and right and waiting on others to happen. Well all this reading and waiting has got me in a writing mood. You see I didn't start blogging until Amelia was 7 months old, so there was no cute birth-story post. Until today!

I present Amelia's birth story!

Amelia was due June 28th 2011. By the time it was May 28th 2011, I was ready to have this baby. I was under the impression, at the time, that at 36 weeks your baby is ready to come out. I wanted to walk until she came and eat all the food that is said to induce labor. However my husband said no way! He said we had to wait until I was at least 40 weeks before we were to do anything. He said she needed to bake for a little while longer. He truly was my rock. He really did know what was best for our little girl. I didn't understand it at the time though. I mean both me and my husband were born at 36 weeks and we were just  fine. Right? Well not exactly, I found out later that we both were allergic to just about anything and we both had child hood asthma. Jake even had to have tubes in his ears growing up. Where as we both might have not had some of these problems if we were born at 40 weeks (not that it was either of our moms faults, we both came ready or not lol). Also this last year I watched my nephew struggle to live, being born at 37 weeks and that was the kicker. If I were to ever get pregnant again, I would try everything humanly possible to have the baby at 40 weeks.

Well back on track lol. For those of you who don't know I had a bad car accident when I was 4 months pregnant and had a hip replacement because of that.  It was a small price to pay, considering my daughter was safe and unharmed. However by that last month, I had just learned how to walk again and sleeping was horrible. Both my hips were constantly in pain and I had a huge belly that I couldn't sleep on. I spent nights crying about no sleep.

Fast forward to my last appointment with my doctor at 39 1/2 weeks. We discussed that, the week before they took out my mucus plug (tmi?). And that at 39 1/2 weeks I was fully effaced but only 1cm dilated. I was getting very impatient at that time. We started talking induction. She gave me the choice to either induce at 40 weeks (which was that friday the 28th). Or because it would be fourth of July weekend not to induce until a week and a half later. I couldn't stand the thought of waiting a week and a half. I was miserable. So we did it, we scheduled the induction for the 28th! We was sooo excited, we were going to meet our little girl at last, in a couple of days! It wasn't until we left that I realized that the 28th was my birthday! So my family and my husbands family all gathered together and they threw me a party for my birthday on the night before. My sister-in-law even took maternity pics of us. It was such a sweet blessing to be surrounded by all the family I knew and loved a night before we were going to add one more. 

The next day, was the day! We were going to meet our baby! We had to get up at 4 am and be at the hospital at 5am for the induction. We called the family and told them we were on our way. We showed up filled out all the necessary paper work and then we were off to our room. My mother and sister showed up when we were all set up in the room. 

They started the Pitocin at 8am and the contractions started off slow. However at 11am they broke my water and that is when things started to hurt! I didn't even keep track of the time I just kept breathing. I am surprised I did't break my poor husbands hand. I can say I only snapped at him once. He wanted me to do the ahi ahi ahoo breathing exercises and it wasn't gonna happen. At some point my father in law showed up and I was surround by family (at that point I didn't care who was in the room I was in pain!). They tried to give me a epidural but no avail, it did nothing! By the time they were going to come in and try and fix it, it was time to push. My father in law and sister rushed out of the room and all that was left was my mother and my husband. I looked up at the clock and... it was already 4:30! Where did the time go? They kept telling me not to push wait on my doctor. Well she was coming whether I pushed or not (so secretly I pushed) By the time my doctor showed up, Amelia was almost here. My doctor got set up and told me to push! She was telling me how much black hair my daughter had. 

That is when things started to get scary...after I pushed out my daughters head, I blacked out. My family said that my face went blank and the doctor and my mom knew...I was having a seizure. The first one of my life! They all started to yell and scream at me trying to get me to come to. Amelia's head was out but I still had to push out her shoulders. They knew either I would come out of it soon, or I could go into complete grand mal with Amelia still there! Well thank goodness. less than a minute later I came to and saw everyone screaming at me to push. It didn't hit me what was happening until I saw my husbands face. How scared he was yelling and pleading at me to push. I saw his face and it was like a smack in the face, I WAS HAVING A BABY!

I pushed so hard that she came out in one fell swoop! I had a 2nd degree tear but I didn't care my baby was here!

They put her on my chest for a couple of minutes and then they took her to the table. They were mildly concerned because she wasn't crying she was grunting. It was the most perfect sound. after they checked her over in our room they gave her to my husband. I was still being stitched up and checked over by my doctor.

It was so beautiful to watch him hold our baby girl. His face was red. he was crying and telling me how beautiful our daughter was. Tears filled my eyes.I have never loved him more than in that moment. He was my knight in shining armor and mow our daughters. Then it was finally time for me to hold our baby, even more tears. The world stopped. Here was my daughter, the most beautiful sight I had ever seen and the love. Well it is truly the most deep love I have ever felt. God chose us to have this little blessing. What a blessing she was and still is! She was born at 4:58 pm and was 7lb 5oz and 19 inches long! Practically perfect in every way! 

Finally getting to hold her!

Her poor face was so swollen, she still was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen! 

First family pic!

Then Jake went with our new little angel to get her cleaned up.

First bath!

And after a shower and almost 2 hours finally got to see my little girl again! 

The nurses told us she was so very healthy and alert. I still couldn't believe she was ours! We spent 2 days in the hospital. It was so perfect having my daughter right there. No I didn't put her in the nursery. I just couldn't bring my self to do it. I wanted her there with me and her daddy. I wanted to establish from the beginning that we would always be there for her. 

At last we had to leave the comfort of the hospital and make our big adventure back home. But not before we had one last photo shoot. 

 Now its almost a year and a half later, we have made mistakes, cried many tears, had loads of laughter, and still have sleepless nights.  But it is truly the most wonderful experience of my life! We are blessed with our happy, healthy, sweet little girl and can't imagine life with out her.

GOD BLESS!