My first pregnancy was pure heaven. Morning sickness? Who is she? C-Section? Never heard of her. Literally, everything that could go right, did. I had energy the whole time. I had no other children or responsibilities to attend to, and all my focus was on growing a healthy human being. Of course my second pregnancy would be just as perfect! Of course…so we planned a second baby. It’ll be fun, I said. I have never been so wrong in my life.
ACT I. Pregnancy
Why oh why Lord? Why did I do this to myself? This was probably one of the first thoughts that entered my head every morning of my first trimester. I was sick every single day for three months straight, no joke. I lost almost 15 lbs total. It was crazy and honestly, even the second trimester didn’t hit like it did the first time! I never got that burst of energy like I did the first time around. I kept trucking along though!
Then I got diagnosed with gestational diabetes at around 28-ish weeks. What pregnant woman on this earth wants to be told what she CAN’T eat? I’ll answer that one for you, not a single dang one. I ended up having to take my blood 4-5 times a day and log every meal I ate. Also, you have to see the doctor once a week and each time take a non-stress test (where they hook you up to monitors and you click a button every time baby moves so they can make sure everything is ok). 1/10 would not recommend lol.
I was supposedly going to be induced at 39 weeks, but ended up being induced on my due date.
ACT II. Delivery
I woke up that morning, a little nervous to be honest. A friend of mine had been induced fairly recently and after almost three days of laboring, had to have a c section. My water broke naturally the first time and I felt like my body would tell me when it was ready to have this baby, but I was impatient and nervous since I’d been diagnosed with GD.
When I went in, the first thing they did was set me up with a hearty dose of Pitocin. Things seemed to be moving along pretty well from there until I hit a roadblock. I hit about 6 cm and it seemed like I wasn’t going to progress any further. The doctor checked and said that the baby was basically going back up the birth canal after every contraction which made me not progress. Her heart rate was also dropping dangerously low with every contraction. The doctors came to the realization, that the cord was most likely wrapped around her neck, meaning I would need to have an emergency c-section.
I cried like a baby when I heard that. My husband looked like he had seen a ghost. I genuinely understand what people mean now when they say they feel like their body failed them. That was the last thing that I wanted to hear. I was ready to give up, but I was so ready to meet my baby girl. So we went in to surgery. I had already had an epidural from attempting to deliver earlier, so I didn’t need any extra pokes. It seemed like within a few seconds they started the procedure and the baby was out! I’m not sure why but I had such a connection to my baby girl this time around that I didn’t have the first time around right after delivery. I like to think that it’s because we went through so much to get to each other.
ACT III. Recovery
One thing I really have to give props to is the nurses, doctors, and hospitals in general that I had during my birth and recovery. They made a sucky situation a heck of a lot more bearable! They made sure everything was taken care of from, my medicine was in liquid form (I’m a baby about pills), to wiping my behind when I used the bathroom. Those women were angels. They made sure I was walking around before I left, gave me a binder full of postpartum instructions, and sent me home with my bundle of joy (?)
It felt amazing to be home, but it definitely wasn’t a walk in the park. One pro tip I can give you is not to slack on the pain meds. Since I hate taking pills, I tried not to take them when I felt like I wasn’t feeling all that horrible. That was a bad idea lol. It takes about 30 minutes for the medicine to kick back in, and you’ll feel every one of them. Thankfully I had a huge support system! My husband, aunt, and mother-in-law waited on me hand and foot, and kept my toddler busy. My mom was there for moral support, and honestly I had it pretty easy between all of these people being around. I think I was feeling almost 100% at around the two week mark.
C-Sections are definitely no walk in the park, but at the end of the day looking in those beautiful eyes of my baby girl made it all worth it. I would do it all again and more if I had to as long as the result stayed the same. The scar is small but my heart is doubly as full, because now I have two gorgeous girls to spoil! We are so strong as mamas and at the end of the day, there isn’t much we can’t do. Drop your birth stories and some words of encouragement in the comments for other mamas and mamas to be to show the world how strong and kick-a** we really are!