“Eyes that flirt,” giggles Emma teasing Kevin.
As I began to sit down to compile this post about Emma turning 4 years old today, I am indeed listening to Emma tease and laugh her cute little girl laugh.
I seriously cannot believe it was 4 years ago that I was so very pregnant with Emma and waiting to give birth to her.
But on July 17th 2009, that is exactly what I did and our lives were never the same again.
Her birth story was anything but typical by the way. It was my first pregnancy and I was so very excited to lay eyes on her for the first time. I remember her whole nursery decorated and just waiting for he arrival.
Kevin was working that summer at a local camp teaching young boys sports and swimming. I was home everyday all day waiting for the big moment to arrive. The day before my last weekly checkup, I sat in the glider in her nursery and remember willing her to be born. I was bored, tired and just too excited for words.
Thursday-July 16, 2009:
I went to my regular weekly checkup. I was now 39 weeks and my doctor informed me in his own witty repertoire (to know my doctor is to love him–seriously he is the best) as he put it, “Pregnancy is over!”
I had no clue why, but then got the lowdown that my amniotic fluid was too low (dangerously low) and I would need to be induced. I was to go home pack a bag and meet him at the hospital at 6 am the next morning.
I left that appointment feeling a mix of emotions. Yes, I was the same person that wanted the pregnancy to be over, but now I was definitely scared at the prospect of labor and delivery. I had never been through it and seriously after all my reading and knowledge (immersed myself in the weeks to come with pregnancy books about delivery, as well as having take a child-birthing class, too).
So, what did I do? I went to get my nails done. Don’t ask me why I did this, but thought it would keep my mind occupied and relax me a bit. The rest of the day was a blur, except for the fact that I couldn’t sleep that night (was like a kid on Christmas Eve night). So, we watched Ghostbusters and then I tossed and turned until it was time to get going to the hospital at 6 am.
Friday-July 17, 2009:
I was indeed admitted into the local hospital at 6 am. Where I was weighed in, given a hospital gown, and asked all the pertinent questions, subsequently answering them and then getting the IV put in.
Around 8 am, my doctor finally began to induce me with the platocin. Within less then 2 minutes, the baby’s heart-rate dropped dangerously low. So, the platocin was immediately shut off. Within a minute or two her heart-rate rebounded and was fine, but my doctor wanted to wait a bit before restarting it. He also had to perform a DNC shortly on another patient (my doctor has hospital rounds on Fridays). So told us to sit tight and would return to try again, but if the same thing happened, I was to be sent immediately for a c-section, because he wasn’t going to take any chances.
Seriously, this was the one thing I dreaded and I cried to the on call nurses that I didn’t want a c-section. I had seen the video of one during the previous child birth class we took and remember how awful it looked and really just did not want to go through it if I didn’t have to. I mea I had come this far and was not prepared to go down without a fight.
For one thing, I had never had major surgery and was not about to have it now if I could help it. Yes, I was a big baby was this was concerned, but I was truly just scared.
Amazingly so, my delivery nurse confirmed I was indeed beginning to have regular times contractions on my own as I was waiting and the baby’s heart-rate was fine. I remember her saying that I was having classic textbook contractions and the baby’s heart-rate was holding steady.
So around noon, they began slowly starting the platocin again and all went well this time. By around 2 pm, I had the bags of water broken to try to speed things along, because I was still only 1 cm dilated, but 100% effaced (crazy, but true).
My labor was slow, painful and steady. By 6 pm, I was only 2 cm dilated, but the contractions were getting closer and worse. I finally asked to get an epidural and it was administered successfully by a little after 7 pm.
I remember finally nodding off a bit while watching Everybody Loves Raymond on the hospital delivery room TV. I was awoken at 8:30 or so for my doctor to check how I was fairing. I was still only 2 cm and was told again that if I didn’t progress soon that I may need a c-section, because there was a fear of a possible umbilical cord compression.
Yup, still not wanting to hear that and remember getting a bit panicky again at this point.
At around 9:30 pm, I began to think my epidural was wearing off and told my nurse that I was getting a lot of pressure and cramping low in my pelvis to please up my epidural. She tells me to hang on and she will get the doctor.
The doctor comes in and take one look and tells me it is time. That I need to push, because I literally went from 2 cm to 10 cm in an hours time and the baby’s head was pretty much right there. Yes, I was totally naive as to what the pain I was feeling, but hey it was my first baby!
The next thing I know I was pushing and pushing for a little over an hour, when at 10:31 pm, I gave birth to Emma Grace, who was only 5 lbs 15 ozs and 17 1/2 inches.
She was so tiny, but so perfect and very alert. In fact, the doctor (who had delivered tons of babies before) told us she won the award for most alert after birth! Little did I know that she had her days and nights mixed up and would be up most nights with colic at this point. So that may explain this, but still she was perfect and all ours. Kevin and I were totally in love with her and so on cloud nine at this point.
Wednesday-July 17, 2013:
Well, Emma is now indeed 4 years old today and still cannot believe that the above labor and delivery of her happened over 4 years ago. Seriously, she starts her second year of pre-school in the fall. She is still small and petite for her age, but can’t believe how far she has come and how much she really has grown. We still love her so much and cannot believe how much happiness and joy one little person could bring into our lives!
Happy 4th Birthday Emma Grace–Mommy and Daddy Love You So much!!
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