Here we are, one year since my baby girl finally decided it was time to see what life was like on the outside! It has been a great but very LONG year. Not only did she test me, but my relationship with Jason was definatly tested. I had so many moments that I am not proud of as did he. But somehow all four of us made it through.
We didn't do to much today, we had some cake and dinner. Her big party is on Sunday so that will be a better post. She was happy today and clapped every time we said happy birthday!
It was one year ago that we were at my mom's house for her birthday party, and everyone including Jason had given up the thought that I would ever go into labour and so they started having cocktails. I warned everyone I would not be impressed if someone didn't sober up just in case. They all joked I would have to go ask the neighbors to drive me if that happened.
A few hours passed and Jason sobered up and we went home around 11. I started getting that tight feeling, but with having braxtin hicks everynight for the last few weeks Jason was reluctant to believe it was for real this time. I got up and started to walk around. Our dog Prada followed me, something she has never done. I again told Jason, but he was still leary. I didn't care and called my mom to come over and watch Ethan.
We went to the hospital, the nurse did the tetrazine test and it came up negative. Still insisting I was in labour I asked to be hooked up to a monitor, the nurse sass backed at me ''Why do you want to be hooked up? So you can see the lines go up and down?'' And with that, I was offered some morphine (which I didn't take) told I was experiancing contractions from a bladder infection, and then sent home. But not before being told I could come back if I couldn't handle the pain (mean while I was in tears at this point from the contractions). I told her I didn't want to go, I was afraid if I did I would not be able to get an epidural in time. It took Jason and I 25 minutes to get back to our car, because I had to stop every few mintues from the contractions.
We finally got home, and I had a bath, it was then that the rest of my water broke! I was so scared. I screamed in pain the whole way to the hospital. We arrived back at the hospital, we got to the ER admin, and I could tell that the ER nurse had to convince the Maternity nurse that I was in fact in labour. By this point I was so mad that they did not believe me I may as well of had my baby at home!
We got up to the Maternity floor and the same nurse was there and checked me, I was already 7cm dialated! I was also told there was no time for an epidural, and that they would not be calling the specialist who I had been seeing when Peyton was staying breech.
Being told both of those things scared me, I had a hard time comprehending that I was not going to get the birth I wanted. The contractions were on top of eachother and I felt like my spine was being twisted.
Ten minutes passed (although it felt like hours) I told them I needed to push. The nurses told me no. More No's! I could not believe what was going on. On the next contraction a different nurse decided to feel my belly, which caused Peyton to move and make the contractions even worse. I will say it took a lot of restraint not to hurt her for doing that. When I asked her why she touched me, she said she was checking if I was in fact contracting?!?!
I couldn't wait anymore and needed to push. Finally some relife! It felt so much better to push, then having a contraction. In fact I would say this part did not hurt at all. It felt so much better I was getting in 4 pushes for every contraction and had Peyton out in 10 minutes!
She was of course fine!
My labour experience in my eyes was horrible, and not at all what I wanted but I am glad that Peyton and I came out of it perfectly!
In true Peyton fashion, she cried when I put her in front of the cake.
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