It was a late Wednesday evening on April 26, 2017, when I began to feel my first contractions. I was in my living room eating dinner, relaxed, enjoying Scandals newest episode with my fiancé. At first, the contractions weren’t too consistent, but just the thought of our baby girl being born was thrilling, and believe me I was MORE than ready. I was 39 weeks dreaming of not being pregnant any longer. I was exhausted, to say the least. As the night and morning continued my contractions became stronger and more frequent. I began timing my contractions and by around 1 am the following day they were coming every 5-8 minutes lasting 45 seconds to a minute long. My fiancé and I woke up around 9 am Thursday, still feeling the contractions I told him I think we should go to the hospital. Once we got to the hospital, of course, just my luck, my contractions suddenly stopped. I looked over at my fiancé smiling, shaking my head telling him that I already knew they were going to send us home because I wasn’t feeling anything anymore. But regardless, we checked in and waited to be seen by a nurse. The nurse examined me, told me I was 2cm dilated, however, my contractions weren’t consistent nor strong enough to keep me there. So back home we went. The rest of that morning and afternoon went by and by night time the contractions were back. I began timing them as usual, but they were more or less the same as before, so I attempted to just sleep it off. Little did I know I would be up all night tossing and turning trying to get some sleep. The contractions this time around were so painful and frequent that I wasn’t able to get even a minute of rest. I tried different breathing techniques, different body positions, anything that I could think of that might possibly help ease the pain but nothing worked. I couldn’t help but think this MUST be the real deal now there’s no possible way the hospital would send me back home and if they did I wouldn’t know what to do. We loaded up our bags again and by 9 am Friday morning, we were back once more at the hospital. This time around things went a bit more different. I was 4cm dilated with contractions occurring every couple of minutes. The nurse gave me the option of walking around the hospital to see if it would help me dilate to speed up the labor process which I gladly took. My fiancé and I walked around the hospital for about an hour before returning back to see the nurse again. This time when she examined me I was a shocking 7cm! I couldn’t believe it! Wow, I thought! This is going to be much quicker than I expected. And, boy, was I wrong. They began preparing to transfer me over to the delivery room and before I knew it, I was in a wheelchair on the way to deliver and soon finally meet our beautiful daughter. It was around noon when we arrived at the room and from there just played the waiting game. Contractions were still very frequent and intense but nothing I couldn’t handle. I used different breathing techniques I read about online as well as different YouTube videos I had seen to help with the pain and they worked miracles for me. My nurses frequently came in to check on me to see if I was dilating anymore, but it was as if I was stuck at 7cm getting nowhere quick. At around 7 pm the nurses asked me if I wanted to have them break my water to see if that would speed up the process, which I agreed to because I figured why not. So they broke my water. And oh my gosh! I can’t even begin to put into words how much more intense these contractions were. They honestly felt 500x stronger than before, a pain so intense I knew there was no way I would be able to deal with it much longer. Especially since there’s no way of knowing exactly when I would be ready to start pushing. I lasted about 45 minutes before I finally gave in and told them to just give me the epidural, I couldn’t take the pain any longer. Once the epidural finally kicked in I was golden. I felt no pain, no discomfort, nothing and so the waiting game started once more. I slowly began to dilate a little more and more with the help of a peanut birthing ball put between my legs. Then FINALLY, a little after 11 pm I was fully dilated and ready to start pushing. It was at that exact moment when the doctor was about to come in to deliver my baby when he got called for an emergency c-section so instead, my midwife delivered the baby for me. I pushed for 32 minutes total and our beautiful little girl was finally born at 11:44 pm on Friday, April 28, 2017. She was strong, healthy and weighed 8lbs 5oz.
Isabella Mae ❤️