On May 24th, 2013 It was my best friends birthday. It was also the day I texted her, in a panic, a picture of a positive pregnancy test. I just kept asking her “what do I tell my Boyfriend (Austin)?” Im pretty sure I almost fainted when I saw those two little pink lines. I took the test, set it on the counter, and took a shower because I was about 99% sure it would be negative. I actually forgot all about it until I went to brush my hair and saw the test out of the corner of my eyes. All I can remember is immediately texting my best friend and then thinking now what? I don’t remember feeling happy, sad, scared, or anything for that matter. Just now what? Will I get to finish college? Will my Boyfriend support this? What will my parents think? All of those thoughts disappeared that night when I told Austin. When he got home from his hockey game I told him to look in the bathroom… felt like ages till he came out of there haha. Anyways, he came out with a smile, and hugged me, and said we would be fine. After that, any fearful thought I had was gone. We were both ecstatic! We waited to tell family members until after the first doctors appointment, and waited to tell friends until we found out if we were having a girl or boy.
My pregnancy started out as a semi-normal one. I had horrible morning sickness, I lost a ton of weight because I threw up everything I ate. I didn’t start to show until about sixteen weeks. Then I started having frequent Braxton Hicks contractions around twenty weeks. My doctor said I was working too hard and I needed to take it easy. These false contractions continued till the day I was in labor. I also had a bad case of GERD. I ended up developing pre-eclampsia in the last eight weeks of my pregnancy but my doctors didn’t seem worried enough to induce me. They just told me to stay off my feet, and to relax. Well I had to stay off my feet because my legs and feet were so swollen not a single shoe fit. I had to wear slippers everywhere I went, and even those left indents in my feet from being too tight. I was miserable and told my doctors I wanted to be induced. At 40 weeks exactly my induction date was January 29th, 2014. Emma had other plans.
January 27th, 2014 Emma Jayne was born and our lives were forever changed. The night before, Austin was about an hour and a half away, and I kept telling him I was having contractions but they were so far apart I wasn’t sure if it was them or the Braxton Hicks. I threw up more times than I could count and could hardly get out of bed. He got home later that night and I felt much better. We watched movies till three in the morning and passed out (with the exception of me waking up every 45 minutes to pee). Around 6am something woke me up. I remember waking up in tears. I went to take a bath and then felt it, fully awake, the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. I texted my Soul Mommy (I couldn’t have gotten through my pregnancy without her, we were both pregnant and miserable and helped each other through and I am so thankful for her) I think this is it! Of coarse she was awake and just as excited as I was; by the way she ended up having her precious little man two days after I had Emma. I yelled out for Austin but I knew he wouldn’t wake up. So I did my best to get out of the bath, get dressed, and wake him up. “Austin take me to the fucking hospital now” is along the lines of what I said. Needless to say he jumped up and grabbed everything, meanwhile im laying on the couch feeling like im dying.
Thanks to my speed racer, around ten minutes later we were at the hospital. I was already 5cm dilated and they told me they had to admit me and get me into the labor suite before I could have an epidural. Then I had to get my IV which I was terrified of, and they had to do it twice because they messed up. That was horrible. I didn’t receive my epidural until 10:30am and I literally did not feel a thing while they put it in. I kept telling Austin, I don’t think this is right, I can still feel the contractions. My nurse kept telling me it takes a while sometimes to kick in. About an hour later a new nurse came in and said why are you still in pain? She ordered for them to redo it and finally I was feeling good. Apparently it only took on the right side of my body, this occurs in less than 7% of people. Im just that lucky. While all of this is going on, I cant stop throwing up because my acid reflux was going crazy. And it turns out my potassium was so dangerously low that it was life threatening. It should be around 3.6-5.2 and mine was a 2.3. Below 2.5 is considered life threatening. Basically it leads to cardiac arrest. So I had to keep drinking this disgusting salty orange juice type thing, while I was in labor. In addition to all of this my blood pressure was sky rocketing. At one point it was 173/118. So I was going through a lot. Emma ended up being in the posterior position which causes back labor, which is more severe contractions. It is also more difficult to deliver vaginally. My doctor was certain that I could do it though, and after three and a half hours of pushing, about 11 hours total of labor, switching positions, my epidural wearing off halfway through, using a vacuum, having to drink this super sour thing to stop me from throwing up, getting an episiotomy, and many mental breakdowns, Emma was born at 5:18pm.
There was meconium in the water so they had to immediately take Emma from me to make sure she didn’t swallow any. While that was happening, the doctors were stabbing me with all sorts of needles, trying to fix my blood pressure and numb me up. They had to put me on a 24 hour magnesium drip. At this point I don’t remember much because I was on so many drugs and so weak. I couldn’t’ even hold my daughter, except to breastfeed. Austin was amazing and did everything for her and I. I wasn’t able to walk until about three days later. I didn’t fully recover from the dizziness and high blood pressure until a month postpartum. I was in the hospital for 6 days total. As horrible as everything went, It was all so worth it. We are completely smitten by our daughter, and she is the best thing that has ever happened to me.