Looking at this picture I am so glad that Corey went to get a haircut instead of coming to Taco Tuesday.
A few hours later, they opted to put in an internal monitor to see how strong the contractions were. When they put in this monitor, Clara's heart rate dropped. I could tell that my doctor and the nurses were worried. More nurses started coming in the room and they were paging the anesthesiologist. They put an oxygen mask on me and started getting me ready to move. I honestly wasn't sure what was going on. All I knew was that I needed to stay calm.
I got stabbed in the arm with a shot meant to stop my contractions and I completely lost it. My doctor as doing her best to calm me down, but I couldn't stop crying. I wasn't even really sure what I was scared of, I think it was just that all the medical staff was swirling around me and making me panic.
They ran me to the operating room, walked me through the C-Section risks and I felt Corey grab my hand. I couldn't see him, but it was nice to know he was there. My doctor was yelling at all the staff in the operating room letting them know that we weren't ready to deliver my baby. They waited about 15 minutes and Clara's heart rate came right back up. It was a terrifying 30 or so minutes in our lives, but luckily we were able to avoid a C-section and our baby was okay.
Because they had to stop my contractions, it was like starting from square one. My cervix was dilated to a 4 and we had to wait until I had 2 hours of "adequate" contractions.
This didn't happen until around 8:30. The nurse (third one of my labor experience) checked me and told me "would you believe me if I told you you're at a 10 and ready to push?"
I didn't believe her and I was terrified. After everything that had happened, I had basically prepared myself to have a C-Section and was NOT ready to push. Of course, though, I got myself together and was able to push when the time came.
I pushed for about 30-45 minutes and then my sweet baby was laying on my chest all covered in goo. I could hardly even believe it was happening. After 9 of the longest months of my life, my baby was finally here. Please excuse my double chin...
Our first Family Photo
Daddy holding Clara for the first time.
Labor was hard. Giving birth is the hardest thing I've done in this life so far, but as I type this and look at my little girl sleeping in her bassinet beside me, I know I'd do it all over again to have her in my life.