Pregnancy & Birth Story
So after that stick said positive for a second time, I really didn't know how to feel. I mean, I wanted this, but Bryan had changed his mind about wanting kids. When I told him the news, well, lets just say it didn't go well. I ended up in tears and left the house for work not knowing what to do. Luckily though, he sent me a message a little later apologizing for how he reacted. We talked that night and he admitted that he was scared; scared of being a dad, scared being able to provide for us, and mostly scared that I would lose this baby too. He said that the day my miscarriage was the worst day of his life, and this is a guy that lost his dad at a young age.
I had thought that once I got past 8 weeks, about where I was when I had my miscarriage, that I would relax. I didn't. Then I told myself that I would relax after the first trimester. That didn't happen either. I kept thinking something was going to go wrong. Every time I felt a slight cramp I was sure I was going to lose the baby. Weeks passed and the fears were still there, but I was scared to say anything to Bryan, I didn't want him to worry that I was worrying. Luckily, everything went great. Each doctor's appointment was a positive experience. I can't say enough about the ladies that were there for me for those 9 months.
My due date came quickly...and went quickly. No sign of the little one. I was scheduled for an induction on the 18th, but was really hoping to go natural. I woke up late Thursday night/Friday (14th/15th) morning with terrible contractions, after having had just mild ones all week. I was sure it was time, but decided to wait since they weren't 5 minutes apart yet. My doctor had told me not to wait until they were 5 minutes apart because we are an hour away from the hospital, but I knew labor could take a long time and didn't want to go too early. When I finally did call the doctor, she told me to wait. By that time I was ready and hearing that I had to wait in the pain I was in did not sit well with me. I cried and cried...then the contractions stopped. I guess the doctor really did know what she was talking about.
That night (Friday) Bryan's mom & Jeff arrived for their visit. I was still having contractions on and off, strong ones, but far apart. I requested that we stay in that night and we sat their eating pizza & wings while watching Wallenda walk across Niagara Falls. After Bryan's mom & her boyfriend left, we went to bed, but as soon as I laid down, the contractions started up hard and quick. Finally I got out of bed and jumped in the shower, hoping to relieve some of the pain I was in. This went on for the next several hours; jumping in the shower, laying on the couch, pacing the floor, then jumping back in the shower.
Around 4am Nick walked in the house and asked if I wanted him to wake Bryan. I told him "no" since I knew that either the contractions would stop or I would be going to the hospital. Either way I figured it's best he got some sleep. I once again called the hospital, but no one would pick up. After awhile I couldn't take it anymore and woke Bryan up.
He was amazing. Helped me with my breathing the whole way to the hospital. When we finally pull in, my contractions suddenly stop. I'm half tempted to tell him to go home, but since we're already there I might as well see what the Doctors have to say. We walk up to the maternity and the door is locked, which we expected, but no one was around. After waiting awhile, we decide to walk around until we find someone. Finally we run into someone that works there, they take me to the ER and have them page maternity. We go back up.
They quickly get me in, on a bed and monitors on me. They congratulate me on waiting so long...I was nearly 7cm dilated! Bryan calls my parents and tells them it will probably be awhile, but they show up anyway. I kick them out saying we'd call when things got closer.
They put me on my side to help the contractions start up again. And they do. I was okay with the pain until my legs started to feel like they were on fire. The NP said that was normal, but I thought she was full of it. Finally, they said it was time to push. The NP had to rush to get the Doc because I was progressing quickly. After what seemed like hours (but was only 40min) of pushing, her head was out. And she let out a scream. A loud one. It even shocked the doctor who said he wasn't used to babies crying until after they've been born.
At 12:28pm on June 16th Morgan Amber Bennett came into the world.
She was/is amazing. Took to nursing right away. She grabbed onto Bryan's thumb and wouldn't let go. Had him wrapped around her finger right away.
I finally remembered that I was supposed to call my parents when it was time...ooops. Well they weren't too happy that I kicked them out then forgot to call them, but in reality I was glad. I didn't want them there. They came over right away and met their grand-daughter. My dad cried. My mom yelled at me for not calling her sooner. Typical.
I had thought that once I got past 8 weeks, about where I was when I had my miscarriage, that I would relax. I didn't. Then I told myself that I would relax after the first trimester. That didn't happen either. I kept thinking something was going to go wrong. Every time I felt a slight cramp I was sure I was going to lose the baby. Weeks passed and the fears were still there, but I was scared to say anything to Bryan, I didn't want him to worry that I was worrying. Luckily, everything went great. Each doctor's appointment was a positive experience. I can't say enough about the ladies that were there for me for those 9 months.
My due date came quickly...and went quickly. No sign of the little one. I was scheduled for an induction on the 18th, but was really hoping to go natural. I woke up late Thursday night/Friday (14th/15th) morning with terrible contractions, after having had just mild ones all week. I was sure it was time, but decided to wait since they weren't 5 minutes apart yet. My doctor had told me not to wait until they were 5 minutes apart because we are an hour away from the hospital, but I knew labor could take a long time and didn't want to go too early. When I finally did call the doctor, she told me to wait. By that time I was ready and hearing that I had to wait in the pain I was in did not sit well with me. I cried and cried...then the contractions stopped. I guess the doctor really did know what she was talking about.
That night (Friday) Bryan's mom & Jeff arrived for their visit. I was still having contractions on and off, strong ones, but far apart. I requested that we stay in that night and we sat their eating pizza & wings while watching Wallenda walk across Niagara Falls. After Bryan's mom & her boyfriend left, we went to bed, but as soon as I laid down, the contractions started up hard and quick. Finally I got out of bed and jumped in the shower, hoping to relieve some of the pain I was in. This went on for the next several hours; jumping in the shower, laying on the couch, pacing the floor, then jumping back in the shower.
Around 4am Nick walked in the house and asked if I wanted him to wake Bryan. I told him "no" since I knew that either the contractions would stop or I would be going to the hospital. Either way I figured it's best he got some sleep. I once again called the hospital, but no one would pick up. After awhile I couldn't take it anymore and woke Bryan up.
He was amazing. Helped me with my breathing the whole way to the hospital. When we finally pull in, my contractions suddenly stop. I'm half tempted to tell him to go home, but since we're already there I might as well see what the Doctors have to say. We walk up to the maternity and the door is locked, which we expected, but no one was around. After waiting awhile, we decide to walk around until we find someone. Finally we run into someone that works there, they take me to the ER and have them page maternity. We go back up.
They quickly get me in, on a bed and monitors on me. They congratulate me on waiting so long...I was nearly 7cm dilated! Bryan calls my parents and tells them it will probably be awhile, but they show up anyway. I kick them out saying we'd call when things got closer.
They put me on my side to help the contractions start up again. And they do. I was okay with the pain until my legs started to feel like they were on fire. The NP said that was normal, but I thought she was full of it. Finally, they said it was time to push. The NP had to rush to get the Doc because I was progressing quickly. After what seemed like hours (but was only 40min) of pushing, her head was out. And she let out a scream. A loud one. It even shocked the doctor who said he wasn't used to babies crying until after they've been born.
At 12:28pm on June 16th Morgan Amber Bennett came into the world.
She was/is amazing. Took to nursing right away. She grabbed onto Bryan's thumb and wouldn't let go. Had him wrapped around her finger right away.
I finally remembered that I was supposed to call my parents when it was time...ooops. Well they weren't too happy that I kicked them out then forgot to call them, but in reality I was glad. I didn't want them there. They came over right away and met their grand-daughter. My dad cried. My mom yelled at me for not calling her sooner. Typical.