Wednesday, November 28, 2007

6am

Last year at 6am I was in route to the hospital. I was being induced. There wasnt a really good reason for me to be induced. I was having a lot of back pain with Ryleigh due to my 2 slightly buldging disks and I wanted her out. At around 630am I was hooked up to the monitors and the pitocin drip was started. I was happy and terrified at the same time. I came into the hospital having a just a husband and I was leaving with this little baby that I knew nothing about. She wasnt going to come with instructions and I had to figure out what the heck I was supposed to do with her all day. That part scared me. All my life my dream was to become a mom. But was I ready? Would I know what to do?

I was having slight contractions, but nothing was progressing. The contractions werent getting closer together and I wasnt dialating. My OB came in at around 330pm and gave me 2 options. #1 I could spend the night and try again in the morning. But if I did that and there was no baby at the end of day 2 I would have to have a c/s. #2 I could go home and wait till she came on her own. She left the room and gave us a few min to decide. I was a mess. The one thing I didnt want was a c/s. That scared me to death to even think they would cut me open while I was AWAKE and take my baby out of me. I had seen it all too many times on Baby story and I would watch it with a wrinked up face looking through my fingers that were covering my eyes.

Bobby and I decided that we would try again in the morning. Before he left that night he prayed with me and we put it in gods hands.

To be continued...

2 comments:

Laura McIntyre said...

More, more , more - i know i have heard it already but its been a year and i love birth stories.

Christina said...

I love to read birth stories - can't wait for more!