This is my story. I am going to
tell you about the 10 minutes I was in active labor with my son. Which was the
start to my early years, the early years of being a parent and the early years
of my son’s life.
I was
admitted into the hospital at 3pm Tuesday July 27, 2010. At this point my water
had broken but I was not having contractions so the doctors gave me medicine to
help get the process started. Around 10pm I had asked for some pain medicine to
help with the pain. After I got that dose of medicine I didn’t remember too
much until 1am Wednesday morning. At that time I thought I needed more medicine
but wanted to go to the bathroom first.
While
trying to walk to the bathroom I realized that no I didn’t need to go to the
bathroom, I just needed to push this baby out. I was a little nervous but had
taken some birthing classes to help me prepare for this AMAZING experience. So,
I called the nurse in and told her I felt like it was time. She did not believe
me because a little while prior to that they had checked me to see my progress
and I wasn’t very far. When she rechecked she said, “Yes, it is time to push
this baby out.”
So,
this where the fun begins. The nurse called the midwife in and we got the show
on the road. I was worried that it would take a long time because all the
stories I had heard about your first child being the worst labor and taking the
longest. So onward with the experience of a life time.
It was
time, as I was pushing I was extremely calm compared to some. Once I had gave
birth there was no better feeling in the world than having my baby son lay on
me and look at me. I know everybody has their own experience giving birth, some
bad and some good, but my overall experience becoming a mother, including
pregnancy was the best feeling in the world, and changed my life, but I would
not change it for anything.
