Our birth story started at the end of August 2009. I took my husband on a dinner cruise to celebrate his birthday. We were standing on the top deck when he told me he wanted one more thing for his birthday. I was confused because, hello, I already got you something! He wanted to start a family.
Merry Christmas to Us!
So we waited the time needed after tossing the pills and began trying. Two days before Christmas it hit me that I had not gotten my period that month and boobs ached something fierce so I decided to take a test. Merry Christmas to us, we were pregnant!
The soon-to-be grandparents were ecstatic to receive the news as a gift. My pregnancy went well, other than the four months of throwing up every morning. I was so regular with the morning vomiting that the dog even began meeting me in the bathroom, as she knew the schedule. And my coworkers even knew when to expect me in the bathroom. (I tried not announcing it early but that is hard to do when you are sick every day!)
We decided early on that we wanted to be surprised and opted not to find out the gender. My due date was 8/21/10.
Looking back it all started Friday 8/13 my husband and I decided to take in a movie. I was still feeling good and had just been to the doctor’s that day. I had not started to dilate and efface nor was I having any contractions (no Braxton Hicks, either).
About halfway thru the movie, I started to feel “weird”. I couldn’t explain what was wrong just that I felt weird. We finished watching the movie and I woke up Saturday feeling better, but in a mood to clean! I even started emptying cabinets and cleaning the shelves off. We started a large list of supplies and food we needed and were getting ready to head out for a Walmart run.
I was upstairs getting ready and dropped something on the bathroom floor. As I bent over to pick it up I felt an odd popping sensation in my belly. My water had broken! I quickly sat on the toilet (this would contain the water best) and called for my husband. After 10 minutes of yelling, he finally came upstairs. I informed him that my water had broken, his comment to me was “Are you sure you aren’t just peeing?”
Heading to the Hospital
The trip to the hospital was quick, as it was only three blocks away. While driving there we tried to settle yet again on a boy’s name. We had a girl’s name ready, but had yet to agree on a boy’s name.
Preregistering allowed us to go straight up to labor and delivery. We got settled into a room and started calling family.
We live in Virginia, and our family lives in Pennsylvania. My parents, sister, and brother all were coming down for the birth, but it would be several hours before anyone arrived. They started me on Pitocin to get things rolling since I was not at all dilated or effaced. After a few hours, I started getting contractions, and I was asked if I wanted any pain medicine.
Since it was evening and we knew it would be hours before I was ready and I wanted some rest I agreed to a little in my IV. We discovered I am not a good pain medicine candidate; it did not sit well with me and actually made me a little paranoid.
My parents were the first to arrive, and my dad headed to the house while my mom came to join us in the wait at the hospital. Not long after she arrived I decided to get an epidural so I could get some rest. My dear husband cannot stand needles and left the room, so thankfully my mom hung with me while they inserted the needle in my back. I managed to get a little bit of rest.
My sister arrived not long after my parents, and she and my husband managed to get more sleep than I while lying on the couch and chair. My mom stayed up with me and dozed a little when I dozed while sitting by my bed.
Time to Push. And Push. And Push.
Finally, around 4 AM I was dilated and effaced and told it was time to push. I pushed and pushed. And pushed some more. I tried the birthing ball, the bar, on my back, kneeling, I tried it all but, baby was not coming. They turned off my epidural.
My doctor was growing impatient and wanted to do a C-section, but my L&D nurse was wonderful and told her no, that I was doing fine, the baby was fine, and we were doing this vaginally. The doctor was not very professional and even told me I was pushing wrong. (◔_◔)
At this point, my mom was ready to sock the doctor. Finally after about 6 hours of pushing the baby started to come out. At one point my sister goes, uh, will that go back? What?!
A few more good pushes and finally the baby was out! My husband was so excited and in tears as he told me it was a girl as they cleaned her up. I am sorry to say at the time I really did not care, all I cared about was that the baby was out and I was done pushing! I was tired. Not my proudest mom moment but hey, I was tired!
They cleaned her up and finally I held our precious bundle, Mikayla Gene. Beautiful.
Tiffany Staley Bordick is a 39-year-old full-time working mom who currently resides in Newport News, Virginia with her wonderful hubby. She is blessed with two two-legged children, a girl, Mikayla Gene (6) and a boy, Alexander Jacob (2) plus a four-legged child, Joette (10), a boxer.
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