It’s the night before my daughter’s first birthday and I realize that I’ve never written down Liv’s birth story, so thought I’d share it here– don’t worry, no graphic details will be mentioned! I remember that the day before I was on my feet aaaaallll day at work (thanks to PARCC testing, you teachers know what I’m talking about) and when I got home I thought I am going to take a long walk and get this baby outta me! Eric and I ate dinner and then went for a quick trip to Dairy Queen. As you can see from the picture, my face was huuuuuuge, I was approximately 936 months pregnant, and about to pop. Little did we know that we would be meeting our daughter in less than 24 hours.
I remember waking up at 3am that night thinking I had somehow peed on myself/wet the bed (not outside the realm of possibilities when pregnant, so don’t judge). I got up and cleaned myself off and went back to bed but somehow I peed on myself again. Wtf?? I wondered if I had broken my water… Nah! But I started feeling pains that seemed like contractions so I woke Eric up and he said, “I don’t think your water broke, just go back to sleep.” Ha! Good thing he’s not a doctor!
I waited a little longer and decided to call the doctor, I told her the sitch and she said that it was possible that my water broke but to walk around for a bit and see if there was anymore fluid. By this time it was 5:30 so I started getting ready for work. Everything seemed normal until I bent down to put my pants on and then I was like okay something is def happening here. I called the doc again and she told me to go to triage, but I still didn’t think it was my water breaking so I didn’t take it too seriously. I frantically threw some things in a bag (being a major procrastinator, I hadn’t packed my hospital bag yet, despite hubby’s constant urging). Eric and I figured they would check me out and then send me on my way. In fact, this was how Eric dressed for triage:
Once we got to the hospital, they confirmed that my water did, in fact, break. They wheeled me up to L&D and I swear that the other mamas in triage must have given me the look of death as they walked up and down the halls trying to ease their pain. By the time we got upstairs, it was around 10am and they started me on Pitocin and then it was a waiting game. The contractions started coming more regularly but they weren’t unbearable… yet. By 3pm I asked for the epidural and I have to say that out of all the things I was most fearful of surrounding birth, it was getting the epidural. Fortunately, it went well, besides my right leg feeling way more numb than my left.
After the epidural, it seemed like we were just hanging around waiting for something to happen. Uhhh, obvi! It was around 5:30pm when I started feeling that pressure. You mamas know what I’m talking about, that holy-hell-mother-effer-ten-tons-on-my-nether-regions-feels-like-I’m-about-poo-out-a-baby kinda pressure. It was time! My mom and mother in-law went to the waiting room, and it was just me, Eric, the doctor, and one nurse. The sun was just starting to set and there were no lights on in the room. It was quiet, peaceful, and utterly surreal. The doctor told me what to do and I started pushing. After only 14 minutes of pushing, my baby was out!
Eric and I didn’t find out the sex of the baby, so I remember the doctor holding her above me and me trying to figure out if it was a boy or a girl, until she finally said those words: It’s a girl! She weighed in at 4 pounds 12 ounces. And the only thoughts that kept going through my head were: I can’t believe I just had a baby, I can’t believe we have a daughter, and I can’t believe how small she is!
Even to this day it doesn’t feel real. Sometimes I just can’t believe that this adorable girl is mine and that I’m lucky enough to be her mom.
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