Like I said earlier, I had tons of trips to the hospital and lots of ultrasounds. We had lots of scares, baby wouldn’t kick or move, had Braxton Hicks a lot, and still more bleeding, which confused everyone because I no longer had the Placenta Previa. Another ultrasound showed that I had uterine and cervical fibroid. Ah, okay, that we can deal with. Anytime I had to do a kick count, I would chug cold chocolate milk and blast music, that got baby moving almost every time. Especially Something Just Like This by Coldplay & Chainsmokers, haha.
At my 36 week OB appointment, my OB asked how I had been feeling and I said “fantastic except, my hands and feet are feeling a bit itchy”. Next thing we know, I’m back in the hospital to get blood work to check for Cholestasis. I’m sorry, what the hell is that?! They explained what it was and told me that it could lead to a ton of complications including stillbirth. We were so scared. I received a call from my OB’s office, she was away but I was going to see her on-call doctor. Great, this can’t be good. This was an appointment my husband couldn’t make it to because it wasn’t planned. Thankfully, my mom was able to come with me. Sure enough, I had Cholestasis. What the actual fuck is going on here. She assured me that taking a certain medication would help but I would have to be induced around 38 weeks. She also said “your baby is measuring at a healthy weight, they’ll likely be over 8lbs.” Home I went. Explained everything to my husband and tried not to worry.
At my 38 week appointment they did the swab got Group Strep B to test if I was GBS+ or not. She swabbed from one end to the other, if you know what I mean. Well, that was not weird at all. Then she did a stretch and sweep of my cervix to try to start dilation. OMFG. That was horrendous. She did warn me “it may feel like I’m reaching up to your throat because I am.” She was not kidding. I’ll never do that again. Oh and sure enough, I was GBS+, but that just meant I would need IV antibiotics when I go in for my induction. Easy peasy…or was it?
At 39 weeks, my husband and I went to my last OB appointment. She said to my husband “you go into work this afternoon and tell your boss that you’ll be having a baby and will be back in a week” we were so nervous but so excited. 9 pm that night, we went in for me to have a Foley Catheter placed to start the induction process. Holy fuck. That was the worst 12 hours of my life. We came home and I just threw up so much, I was sweating from every single part of my body, I was having contractions, it was absolutely painful. The next morning, we went back to the hospital to have the catheter removed and have a baby. Unfortunately, they had no available nurses that day (you have to have a nurse with you the entire time while being induced) so they told us to go home and get some rest. We slept for 13 hours.
At 7 am the next day, the nurse called and said “come on in, you’re having a baby today!!!” Holy shit, it’s happening. This is really happening! I had a quick shower, we snapped our last selfie before we were parents and we carefully made our way to the hospital. They hooked me up to an IV with Pitocin and the IV antibiotics. I should also mention that I’m very allergic to a ton of antibiotics but I had never had the one they were giving me. While that was happening, we watched all the hospital videos you need to watch when having a baby. During that, I looked at my husband and told him my brain was on fire. I was having a major allergic reaction to the antibiotics. Of course this was happening, haha. They gave me some Benadryl and that thankfully helped. My husband said I looked like a tomato.
The OB came to check my cervix around 5 pm and I was still only 4cm. She said the baby was up very high and that I might not progress much more than that. She then broke my water. ahhhhhhhh. She had to insert a catheter for my bladder because the baby was up so high so they didn’t want me standing up at all. Then my contractions start. You know, I have endometriosis and thought I could handle pains. Nothing prepared me for this. I couldn’t breathe, my husband kept a cold cloth on my head and neck the entire time. I kept refusing an epidural. They came to check me and nothing was happening despite how bad my contractions were. They said “you’re probably going to need a c-section.” Nope. Not going to happen, I thought.
At 9 pm, I hadn’t dilated any more and the contractions were so horrible. I looked at my husband and said “I want a c-section right now!!!” He said “babe, are you sure?” And I said “yes!” Next thing I know, I’m on an operating table getting a spinal tap and my worried husband was being brought in to sit with me. He was so scared. I was too but I couldn’t feel my body so I was feeling a bit better, haha.
At 9:35 pm, the OB says “Dad, you ready to announce the gender?” My husband stands up, the OB says “it’s a…” And my husband, through tears and a surgical mask says “GIRL!!!” OH MY GOD. He brought her over to me, she was so beautiful, my husband’s little twin. 8lbs 3oz and 21 1/4 inches long, a head full of beautiful dark hair. Her cry was like music to my ears. My husband snapped some photos while they weighed her and they stitched me all up. They placed her on my chest and wheeled us to recovery. She instantly latched and nursed like a champ! We were very lucky. In fact, I’m still nursing almost two years later. So blessed.
It was a long, exhausting, rewarding and beautiful road to becoming a mother but there is not a single thing I would change. I loved every second of being pregnant, even through the scary stuff. I loved imagining who this tiny baby would be. I feel so incredibly lucky to have our sweet rainbow baby and am so proud that I get to be her mama. I fall more in love with her and my husband every single day. She keeps us on our toes but keeps us laughing as well. We are so thankful for all the support from our family and friends along the way as well and my amazing OB that told me years ago “I will make sure you have a baby one day.” She made sure that we never gave up hope. And we never did.
To whomever is reading, if you are trying to become a parent, are a parent and have babies here on earth or up in heaven, I wish you all the best and want to thank you for reading our journey.