The birth of my first born

I couldn’t believe it. I was pregnant! But, would I keep this one? I had lost the other two early on. I was nervous and scared and excited all at the same time. The doctor said that I would take progesterone supplements. She said that it may help and it may not help. I would take my chances. The supplements were to be taken vaginally until the placenta had fully formed. This meant I would have to wear a pad for four whole months! But it would be worth it if I could keep this little miracle. One month turned into two and two months turned into three. I was so close I could taste it. Finally, the fourth month rolled around and I knew I would be keeping this baby. This bundle of joy sent from the heavens above. My pregnancy went smoothly. I had minimal morning sickness but cravings galore! My poor husband would get up for me, at three in the morning, and make me a nice fresh batch of french toast! That was my most abundant craving. I also craved salads and candy bars. When we were five months pregnant, the time came to find out the gender of our baby. I was nervous, lying on that cold doctor’s bed, while they checked out our baby’s organs. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, he said that our baby was healthy. Then, he asked if we wanted to know the gender. Almost at the same time, my husband and I said, “Yes!” So, he looked and told us she was a girl. We were having a marvelous, bouncing, baby girl! My husband and I decided to name her Melissa June. Melissa is after my sister, who helped my father to raise me. June is my middle name and also my grandmother’s middle name. Her nickname would be Lissa. My grandmother came up with that name and we thought it was beautiful. The months went on, uneventfully, and soon I was nine months pregnant. Melissa wasn’t due until February 14. On January 28, my husband and I decided to stay up late and watch some movies. On January 29, I awoke to find some fluid on my bed. I knew it had to be from the baby! I exclaimed to my husband that I thought my water broke. He was walking up the hallway, back to the bedroom and as he entered the room, whoosh! My water broke with full force! We took our time packing for the hospital, as I was not having any contractions at all. We drove to the hospital and he and I walked up to the maternity ward. The whole way up I was leaking fluid. I was so embarrassed! The nurses at the maternity ward had me step on a weight scale and again, whoosh! Again, I was so embarrassed! They had me change into my gown and gave me a thick pad to wear. Then, they checked me. I was only dilated a very little bit and was having no contractions. They gave us some bad news, as well. They had no rooms open. They wanted my husband and I to walk the halls until my contractions started or until a room opened up. We walked for what seemed like hours. Finally, a room opened up later that night around midnight. I went to sleep and got some much-needed rest. I awoke around 3:30 am and decided to take a shower. Well that’s the best thing I could have done! While in the shower, I had my bloody show and my contractions finally started! My husband went and retrieved the nurse. I arrived in the delivery room at 4 am. The nurse said that I was one centimeter dilated. Twenty minutes later I asked my husband to go and get the nurse; I wanted drugs! The nurse came back, grumbling about how I could possibly be ready yet. But nonetheless, she checked me anyway. Sure enough I was four centimeters dilated! So the nurse, astonished at my progress, called for me to get my epidural. More time passed, but finally the doctor arrived. It was finally time for me to get my medication; or so I thought! He checked me and I was already eight centimeters dilated! It was too late to have medication. As you can imagine, I was not okay with that, but what could I do about it? Another twenty minutes went by and I felt an overwhelming urge to push! But I had to wait! The doctor wasn’t there yet! It was difficult to hold on, but I did it. The doctor finally arrived, and with only three pushes, Melissa June was brought into the world! She was a healthy seven pounds eleven ounces. My little baby girl was 21 inches long. It’s weird, at the time, you tell yourself you’ll never do it again. But then, you look at them and realize it was all worth it. It was worth every ounce of pain to bring them here.

The birth of my first born

beckya

Fort Lewis, United States

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