Re: Birth Stories
OK, here are my two:
The first one.
I was at work Friday. Went for my weekly check up that morning. Doc said I was doing OK. Still had 3 weeks to go. She wanted me to put on some more weight so I was scheduled to see my endocrinologist on Monday for diet modifications (I had serious gestational diabetes). Meanwhile, I get back to work, could hardly sit, everyone who passed by my office said I wouldn't be back to work Monday. Drove back that evening. My 45 mins drive was the longest, most painful, most frustrating. It was ramadan so I got home, cooked some food because I wanted to be distracted.
The weekend was bad. I could hardly lie or sit. The thing was that because I had 3 more weeks to go and everyone said first babies come late, I thought I was having false labor.
MIL was at my sister in law's place as she had just had a baby and needed her help. When I talked to her Sunday, she asked me if I needed her so she could come home. I was like, "no ammi, I still have 3 weeks."
Sunday night, couldn't sleep so I came out of the room to another room. I knew something wasn't right when I had to get down on all fours. It was unbearable. So I finally called the hospital. The nurse asked me to drink orange juice and call back in half hour. So I called back and she asked me to go to the labor & delivery. I was like, "are you sure because I'm coming a long ways and I don't want you guys to send me home." She said that I wasn't sounding right and she thought I was ready.
Hubby woke up after hearing me talk. He was all confuzzled. We quickly dumped some stuff in a box to take to the hospital and went off. I arrived at 4:30 am. I was 10 cm. Ready to push.
My daughter was born at 6:27 am.