Every woman has a different pregnancy. Some get sick the first trimester, some don’t. Some get sick the whole pregnancy, while others don’t. They say that if you crave sweets, you’re having a girl; if you are craving salts, you’re having a boy. They also say that if you carry high, you are having a boy; but if you are carrying low, you are having a girl.
Well…..I craved fruits, carried low and I was one of the lucky ones who only got nauseous the first trimester, but didn’t get sick. I guess I proved those myths wrong!!
I can’t lie, my pregnancy was pretty good. I had a due date of August 16, 2013; which of course meant I had to be 8 months pregnant in June, 9 in July, not fun at all. It was very hot and humid most of the time, so I spent majority of my time indoors in the AC. But as the days got closer to my due date, I just wanted him out! I walked everyday, bounced on my yoga ball, and even had my husband rub my feet. Awful request, I know! (haha- but it worked!!)
Days leading up to my delivery I was getting over excited with my ‘contractions.’ I put them in quotations because they were everything but contractions. Everyone will tell you something different when you ask what contractions feel like. My advice? They feel like menstrual cramps, but the kind you wish you never had. Mine were so painful, it knocked me off my feet….literally.
It was about 2:30am on Wednesday, August 14th. Jon woke up with a toothache, so i got up with him to help find the medicine. As I was walking back to the bedroom, I felt like I got hit in the stomach with a baseball bat, and fell to my knees. I called for my husband who helped me to the bed, which I could barely make. Another strong pain came on. Then another. My husband knew it was time, but of course, I was in denial. He got everything ready to go, and we headed to the hospital. On the way, we called both parents and siblings to let them know and met them at there. We got to St. Joseph’s in Nashua, NH at about 3am, and we were all hooked up by 3:30am. The doctor on call came in to check me and told me I was fully effaced and 5cm dilated – she said
I was staying! I continued to have strong contractions, but now they were going around to my back. I clenched onto my husbands hand so tight as the contractions got stronger and closer together. I immediately asked for the epidural. 5:30am rolled around and finally the anesthesiologist came in and performed the epidural on me. (Just a quick note; the epidural didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it was SUCH a relief!) Both sides of the family showed up and came in to see me for a few before things got heavy. 8:30am rolled around and the doctor told me I was now fully dilated and fully effaced!! I couldn’t believe it! I was so close to meeting my baby boy. My son. ‘Son.’
Man, I was about to be a mom!!
9:08am I started pushing, and after a few good pushes, Carter was born at 9:41am. A beautiful healthy baby boy, weighing in at 9lbs 7oz (technically he was 9.68). Yes, I know…he was a big baby. How did I know? The doctor told me I had a 4th degree episiotomy; this was the worst one that you can get. The doctor’s tried suturing me up while Carter was getting looked at, but things weren’t going as planned. After two attempts, he finally told me that I need surgery and he had to bring me to the OR as soon as possible. I did, however, have some time for our family to meet Carter.
This was the scariest moment of my life. Your looking at a girl who never had surgery, never spent a night in the hospital let alone had to go to the hospital. Sadly, I only had about 5 minutes before the doctor’s rushed me by my husband and newborn son to bring me to the OR. While I was in surgery, my husband worked with the nurses in bathing, feeding and changing Carter. He also spent some quality time with both of our mother’s with Carter. Finally, at about 1:30pm that afternoon, I was brought back to the L&D recovery room, greeted by all of our family and extended family, who were there to see us and Carter. This was the first time I was really able to hold my son and look at him, kiss him, and hug him. What a feeling!!
After everyone left, Jon and I were able to spend some quality 1-1 time with Carter. However, that good night turn bad quickly. Around 10pm, the nurses came in to help me get up and walking and to use the bathroom. The faster you get up and walking, the faster you heal. As I made my way to the bathroom, I hemorrhaged so severely that I had every nurse on the L&D floor in my room helping me. Turns out I lost half my blood count and needed a blood transfusion…4 units. I’m so grateful for everyone at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Nashua, NH because they made me high priority the full 24 hours following this. I had nurses checking in on me every hour, and checking on Carter every 2 hours. I was scared to get up and walk again, but I did it, and pushed myself through the pain to make sure I would be able to do it when I got home.
Its been 8 weeks exactly, today. I’m fully healed and I feel great! Can’t wait to kick this baby weight though!!