I arrived at the hospital on March 30 at 6PM thinking my baby boy would come that day. I was wrong. I stalled out at 6cm and the clock just kept right on going. My labor was slightly eventful though, which makes for a good story. I needed Pitocin, then more Pitocin, then more, and just when I thought there wasn't any more in the hospital to give, they gave me a little more. They gave me as much as they could. When I started to feel pain on my left side, they gave me some whacked out concoction of drugs that made my blood pressure drop to 50/40. Needless to say, I almost passed out. Good thing those docs know what they are doing because when my blood pressure dropped, the doc ever so casually walked toward me, as if he knew this could happen, and gave me another concoction of crazy drugs. Within seconds, I was feeling good. Modern medicine is a beautiful thing.
I could still feel pain on my left side, but it was totally bearable. All of a sudden, my baby's heart rate was down and I needed to be put on oxygen. Ugh, I hated that thing. It smelled funny. I'm talking about the oxygen mask. Bleh. Next thing I knew, the doctors got this crazy idea to flip me from side to side to get the baby's heart rate stable. This had to be the worst things in the world. If there was ever a time I wanted to curse someone out during labor, this was the time. How are you going to ask a pregnant lady, who has a ginormous belly, who's legs are completely numb, who is totally exhausted, to flop from side to side?! Looking back, it's funny to think about John and the nurses helping me flop to one side and then the other. LOL.
At one point, I started shaking uncontrollably which was totally annoying, but it was my body's way of saying, dude, I'm spent. Prayer helped the shaking subside. At around 2:05AM it was time to push! I remember the doc telling me there'd be a few extra people in the room because of the baby's heart rate and because the cord was wrapped around his neck twice. If you told me that there would need to be 4 extra nurses and doctors in the delivery room before I went into labor, I would have said, NO WAY! However, at that point, I was so exhausted, so drained physically, it did NOT matter who was in the room, I just wanted the baby out! So again, if there was ever ANOTHER time I wanted to curse during labor, this was the other time. The doc said, "Gina, because of the baby's heart rate, there needs to be a few extra people in the room when he's delivered to make sure he's okay." I think I shook my head or nodded or something, but in my mind I was thinking, "Please shut up and stop talking to me."
30 minutes later and what felt like 908324098234 pushes later, Caleb John-Gabriel was born! The first thing I felt was relief, but as soon as I heard him cry, my heart melted and it was the most beautiful sound in the whole world! What a skinny little thing he was, with chicken legs and arms! He looked just like his daddy, it was kinda freaky. LOL He had the biggest eyes in the world and he was so alert! He HUGE hands and was constantly trying to get them to his mouth. He was so cute and little!
At first, I was afraid to hold him because he was so fragile. John was good with babies because he had so many younger brothers and sisters, so he helped me get used to holding something so small. I'll be honest, I didn't know how to feel when they first handed him to me. Part of me was petrified. I was scared out of my mind. And part of me was excited he was finally here.
One year later, I look back on March 31, 2011 as the best day EVER! What a blessing my son is to me. He brings so much joy and happiness. He is just a perfect piece of human. He is everything I prayed for and more. He's sweet, happy, loves to smile, and he loves to snuggle! He is perfect!
Babies are an absolute gift from God and a complete blessing. God blesses us constantly, but a baby is the ultimate gift and blessing <3 I thank God for my precious son <3
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