My Birthing Experience

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My Birthing Experience

My daughter is amazing in every way. She has such an imagination. The moment I knew I was pregnant was the moment I knew I loved her so much already. I found out that I was pregnant five days after my 21st birthday. I was on the pill but I had forgotten to take a couple of them while I was on vacation in North Dakota. So because of that I became pregnant. When I told my boyfriend that I was pregnant his face went really white. He was really sweet to me throughout my whole pregnancy. We even got married a couple months before she was due because we loved each other and knew that we wanted to be with each other for the rest of our lives.

My pregnancy was pretty normal up until the very end. Within one day of my 39th week doctor visit I was in so much pain that I had to go to the hospital. We showed up around 6:30am on July 10th, 2014. Turns out that within that one day I had gotten preeclampsia and she was also facing the wrong way. She was in an occiput posterior position when she should have been in an occiput anterior position. So basically her back was facing my back when it should have been facing my front. After those results came in I was admitted. It was decided that I was better off having her then rather than waiting another week.

While I was there I started off with walking around the hallway and bouncing on a ball to get her to face the right way. The nurses also aided by trying to rotate her from my stomach. With all of those she finally turned the right way. Then came time to break my water so I could start my labor. It was probably around midnight when I finally caved in to getting an epidural. Those contractions were way too painful for me to continue without it like I was wanting. At one point the nurse had asked me if I wanted to take a bath. I decided why not if it’ll help. After the bath I was back in bed constantly falling in and out of sleep because of how tired I was. Finally hours later it was time for me to push.

Pushing was the worst for me. I never took any of the birthing classes so I had no idea what to even expect. I thought the epidural aided in the pain of pushing. Boy was I wrong. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t go on. I let the doctor try a vacuum to help because I wasn’t getting far on my own. That did not help. Only thing it did was leave a giant mark on my daughters head. I allowed him to try forceps. Biggest mistake of my life. The pain from that was excruciating. Neither one them them helped me at all. It only caused me more pain. With every contraction I pushed and pushed. Eventually I couldn’t take the pain so I started to scream as I pushed. Doctors were telling me that her head was out and the hard part was over. I just needed to push a few more times to get the rest of her body out. At 9:28am on July 11, 2014 my daughter was finally born.

All the information that was needed.

After she was in my arms, I was being worked on with what they needed to do. However the bleeding would not stop. The nurses kept pushing on my abdomen and more and more blood came out. The doctor told them to no longer do that so I could clot. After a bit one of the nurses pushed on my abdomen again and lots of blood as well as blood clots came flying out of my vagina. With how much blood I was losing they decided that it was time for a blood transfusion. No one could find a vein though. They were all sunken. There was probably three or more workers trying to find a vein. It wasn’t until I said that I felt like I was going to pass out that more action happened. I know for sure that I did pass out because the next thing I know I’m in an elevator and they are telling me I’m going down for surgery and that I will be awake for the operation. I asked my daughter’s father what happened while I was unconscious and he said a lot more doctors and nurses rushed in. And that they ended up pushing out a blood clot the size of my newborn baby.

My husband looking after our daughter while I was in surgery.

When we get down to the OR I switch beds and started to get prepped. Sometime while I was unconscious a nurse had found a vein so once in the OR my blood transfusion started while waiting for the doctor to operate. One minute later I asked if the transfusion was suppose to hurt. At the same time the anesthesia technician and I looked down at my arm. The blood was just pooling in my arm, so clearly they didn’t find a vein for my blood to go into. In a quick second the technician cut the tube so the blood would stop going inside my arm and then I was being put under from the complication of that. When I wake up I can feel a tube being removed from my throat and a voice saying my name over and over again. I’m wheeled into a different room and I’m back out again. When I wake up for the second time, I’m all by myself. A nurse comes in after a bit and I ask her what had happened. She told me I had a tear in my uterus that was caused by one of three things. My daughter herself, the forceps, or one other thing that I don’t remember.

Hours later I was finally brought to my hospital room where I was able to be with my husband and my daughter. I was finally able to hold her for longer than a minute. She was the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen. I couldn’t believe that she was mine. That we survived all of what happened to the both of us. She was born with a broken clavicle but luckily it didn’t bother her and she was still able to move her arm.

Finally in my arms.

I was in the hospital for two more days after that. I was stuck in bed with a catheter and with some kind of machine on my legs so they wouldn’t fall asleep. It wasn’t until my last day there that I was able to get out of bed and go pee in a toilet by myself. It was a weird feeling that’s for sure and there was so much pee. I felt so slow and so weak after everything that had happened. I was glad to finally be going home and to get to spend more one on one time with my newborn.

I still had help from my family for the first few weeks. Being a new mom I had no clue what I was doing. I had to make sure that I took the medication they sent me home with, which was an iron pill because of how much blood loss I had. I lost half of my blood and my right arm was nothing but a huge bruise. The other pill was a stool softener. I had to make sure to eat and to breastfeed my child, along with trying to find time to nap in between. Having my family there helped me out a lot.

The bruise wrapped all the way around to the other side of my arm.

My biggest helper was my sister. She bought me healthy food to eat like fruits, vegetables, and nuts. Even put them in containers to just be able to grab it and have a variety to be able to eat. She even took me out to buy a stroller and a newer car seat. The current one that I had at the time was a hand me down and was a little on the hard side to use. I am so thankful for all the help that she has given me throughout the years. If it wasn’t for her I don’t know where we would be today. So thank you to everyone that has helped the two of us. I appreciate all of you. And I hope that my readers have/will have the same support that I had.

My sweet Ahrianna a few days old.

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