It’s Thursday morning about 7 o’clock and I’ve been up for a couple hours already with Avery. I find myself breastfeeding for the third time already this morning. It has honestly been a really hard process. The first few weeks I’ve heard are the worst and let me tell you there’s been a lot of tears from Avery and myself. The hospital told me most people don’t make it past 6 weeks with breastfeeding. So of course I decided to make that my personal goal. There’s been a lot of bleeding and scabs and soreness. I think we finally figured each other out. It’s a learning process but something I’m really glad I’ve been able to do for her.
I realize that I haven’t told you guys much about the delivery or my pregnancy. Things just got so busy so quickly.
I’m just going to recap quickly here about my pregnancy. It was my plan from the beginning to be able to work at my job up into the very end. I was so scared that my water was going to break at work. It was even the running joke with my boss that she was going to have to buy a new desk chair when I was done with it. Silly me for planning ahead. Things never go as planned. My whole pregnancy had been fairly easy. I hadn’t really had any problems besides my acne and my ocular migraines kicking up quite a bit. It was pretty much a textbook pregnancy. Of course, I worked in an OBGYN office for five years so my mind was always freaking out like, “I need to get past this week it’ll be considered a viable pregnancy. I need to get past this week and her lungs will be developed and need to get past this week and should be able to live outside of the womb.” Things like that always were crossing my mind and I was always thinking of something that could go wrong but God is good and he took care of Avery the whole time. It wasn’t until the last month of my pregnancy where things started to get a little weird. I went into a regularly scheduled appt with cold-like symptoms but they said that I had allergies. It wasn’t until later that we found out it was something else that needed to be treated with antibiotics. Let me tell you… they sure drugged me up. I was given two different antibiotics, an inhaler, a steroid had to get lung x-ray. Against all effort nothing cleared it up. During the last two weeks of my pregnancy my blood pressure rose quite a bit. Not to mention they found protein in my urine. So I was being watched for hypertension and preeclampsia. My doctor decided that I was close enough to term that they wanted to take Avery. If they would have left her in there until her due date there would have been even bigger problems. So I had my regular OB appointment and at that time she decided she was sending me straight to the hospital to get induced. I went to the hospital and they already had a room set up for me. They got me comfortable and gave me a robe and started the process. The end up giving me something they called ‘gels’ to ripen my cervix but unfortunately it didn’t work. With that they then t decided to go to a stronger medication. Oh baby! Let me tell you. That medication was so strong that it was causing my contractions to go haywire but not actually progressing my cervix. They had to take that medication out of me and then gave me an injection to actually stop labor all together. That was crazy. My body was shaking. I was sweating. It was just very very intense. They decided they were going to start again but to do half the dosage. After a few hours I decided that I was ready for my epidural. That process was intense as well. The anesthesiologist had trouble getting her needle in between my vertebrae. She said that I was very tight so she dug around for quite some time. Thankfully, she finally got it. My nurse kept telling me she’d come back in a few hours. Time kept passing but she didn’t want to check my dialation. Finally she said she’d come back in 2 hours to check on me. By that point I had told her several times that I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom and she told me no.. that it was just part of delivery and I didn’t have to go to the bathroom. Shortly after the nurses did a shift change. I told the new nurse that I needed the restroom so she checked me and said the babies head was coming out and called my Dr immediately. Now I feel like I could write pages and pages about how wonderful my Dr was but I won’t. Let me just say it brings tears to my eyes. I was so incredibly blessed to have her there. She was so kind and calm. She talked me through it all. Encouraged me the whole time. Then came the time. She asked if I wanted to feel Avery’s head. I didn’t think I would want to but I was so excited I said yes. Omg. That moment was life changing. I reached down and felt her hair covered head and bust into tears. I couldn’t believe it. Dr Adams and the nurses started crying too. Ugh again I say, BEST DR EVER. So with a few pushes and a few atta girls she was out! She didn’t cry at all which scared the living daylights out of me. I kept asking if she was okay as they placed her on my chest. I was told she was perfect and was just really content. Dustin was able to cut the cord. I’m so glad I had him by my side. I’m also really happy that my mom got to be in there and experience it as well. (Thank you Jesus for them) They ended up taking Avery from me to “make her mad” so she would cry and get the amniotic fluid out. She was perfect in every way. My heart was so full. When you are pregnant you always imagine what that moment would feel like… But words can’t even describe it. It’s seriously incredible. To feel her skin and hear her breathe. Knowing that she came from a couple cells and multiplied into that. Gods creation is amazing. I sit here pinching myself in disbelief that she’s mine. That I made her. It’s such a blessing.
I’ve actually turned into “that mom” the one who posts about nothing but her baby all day long. Shoot! You have a baby and try not to post. LoL.
So there it is. Avery’s birth story.
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