Emma’s Arrival

Emma’s Arrival

Mama: Sam A.

Type of Birth: Cesarean

Birth Location: Hospital

Primary Care: Obstetrician

Emma was born on January 2, 2011 (exactly one week before her due date) at 1:56 am. She was 5 lbs 15 oz, 19.75 inches long, bright eyed and beautiful! It was a long process, but completely worth it!

On New Year’s Eve, I started having some contractions that were a little more painful than the usual contractions I’d been having. I talked my husband into taking me to Burger King later on that night, because I had a feeling it might be the last full meal I’d be allowed to eat for a little while.

After indulging in a Whopper Junior meal, complete with a cherry Icee, I decided to try and get some rest hoping I’d feel better in the morning. I woke up around 6 am on New Year’s Day with even more pain. I decided to eat a small breakfast and try to relax on the couch and see if the contractions would ease up. They didn’t.

Around 10 or 11 a.m. I woke my husband and told him I was having some pretty bad pains and I thought that we should go to the hospital. When we got there, they hooked me up to all the monitors and couldn’t really determine if it was actual labor or false labor, but I was still only one centimeter dilated. They monitored me a little longer and decided it’d be best to give me a shot to try and stop the contractions since they thought it could be false labor. If it was false labor, the shot would have stopped the contractions. They didn’t stop, they only slowed down a bit, so after awhile they gave me another shot which slowed them down a little bit more.

The doctor then came in around 4 p.m. and said that since the contractions were so far apart and I wasn’t dilated, they would send me home with some pain reliever and to call him if I had any other problems.

I was in extreme pain and pretty upset, but I took the two Percosets that they gave me and went back home. Even the nurses were surprised by the doctor’s decision and told me they expected me to be back that evening.

When I got home, I decided to take a shower and I laid back down for the remainder of the day attempting to get some rest, but it was nearly impossible. Every contraction I had woke me up and had me in tears. I dealt with it for a few hours. It got to be about 11 p.m. and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I asked Steve to call the doctor and see what we should do. He told us to come back to the hospital.

When we got there, they put me in a wheelchair and I had to wait for someone from the maternity ward to come get me at the Emergency Room entrance since it was “after-hours.”

While I was sitting there, I heard the lady at the front desk talking to someone on the phone say, “We have Samantha here for an emergency c-section.” The anxiety hit me. I didn’t know this was happening, I was expecting to be checked over and possibly get sent home once again. The woman from the maternity ward wheeled me upstairs while briefing me on what was about to happen.

We got into my room, I changed into a gown, I was hooked up to the monitors, I got my IV, I had my blood drawn, I talked to the anesthesiologist and was wheeled down to the operating room all within about an hour.

My husband was by my side up until they actually wheeled me into the room, where they did not let him enter until the preparations were all done. I’m not sure if it’s because I was scared or cold, but I was shaking uncontrollably. I’d never had surgery before and I didn’t know what to expect… “Am I going to feel anything? Is my baby going to be okay? Will I be okay?”

Once they were all ready to go, they let my husband come in, he held my hand and we looked each other in the eye the entire time to keep my mind off of what was going on. Even though they gave me the spinal shot to numb my lower half, I could still feel the pressure which was actually kind of uncomfortable.

When the baby was born, my husband told me she was here but he didn’t look, he wanted to wait for me to see her at the same time.

A couple seconds later, we heard her crying from across the room. They cleaned her up and brought her over for us to see. The first thing I asked was, “Does she have hair?” I was sure she’d have a head-full due to the terrible heartburn I’d endured the previous seven months! She had a little bit, not as much as I expected, but she was still beautiful!

They then asked my husband to leave the room while they finished me up. After that, they sent me to recovery for an hour where I laid uncomfortably in an empty room, with only a nurse by my side who was more interested in reading her book than conversing with me.

My husband sat in the hospital room by himself waiting. I guess while I was in recovery, the doctor had told him that I was doing fine and that the baby actually had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck four times, so it was a good thing we did a c-section and didn’t try to wait for her to come out naturally, as we had originally hoped we could do.

It was torture having to wait so long to see my husband and our new baby girl, but once they wheeled me out of recovery and into that hospital room where I saw him standing there holding Emma, it was worth it. It was amazing seeing my little one for the first time and knowing that we were now a family.

It took a little bit of time to heal from the surgery. But at least our little girl is with us, safe and sound.

 

3 Responses to Emma’s Arrival

  1. Loved reading your story!

  2. Wow four times! How scary!!! What a beautiful story :)

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