Tuesday, January 29, 2019

A Day Worth Remembering

April 10, 2007 is a day I bequeath never forget. It was the day I gave race to my son. Beforehand, I thought it would altogether be a piece of cake, besides to my surprise, it was far from that. On my bureau to a routine check-up, it seemed as if all I was able to value about was how bad my back hurt and that I could not abide to have this baby. I arrived at the doctors office and every(prenominal)thing seemed to be running smoothly. I sat in the small, cramped room for what seemed want forever after the nurse had got ex my vitals.The doctor finally came into the room and asked me how I was feeling. I informed her that besides the fact that I was wobbling somewhat and carrying an extra 30 pounds, I snarl just fine. She then looked at me with a facial expression that had me thinking the worse. She informed me that my blood tweet was by dint of the roof and that they would have to induce my labor. There I was, a first time mom about to go through something that I had neve r experienced before. Nervous doesnt even begin to pull back the feelings that I was having at that time and moment.I called my husband and informed him that I was existence sent to the maternity ward. Calling him did not help me to calm down. To be honest, I think I was calmer than he was which was surprising since he had been through this before. Finally, after all the questions and trying to comprehend what was going on, he was on his way. I was finally taken upstairs to the maternity ward and admitted. non too long after arriving, I was given Pytocin to get the contractions started, a drug given to speed up the dilation of the cervix, since there was a chance of my sons heart rate dropping.Shortly after I was examined, I was diagnosed with severe Preeclampsia, a condition in which the blood squeeze is significantly high and chances of seizures and liver failure can occur. Not only was I diagnosed with something that I had never heard of with the potential to become fatal, t he womanhood in the next room over that was actually giving birth at that time was screaming her heart out. I wanted to rack out of that place. I was beyond terrified. I sat there in a daze for almost of the day since I was on so many different medications. You would have never thought that I was in labor because I was hooked up to so many machines.I felt like this was the worst day of my life and swore I would never do it again. The sharp, rushing pains of contractions kept coming, and to me, life as I knew it sucked. Whenever the pain came along, it would be stronger, longer, and more unbearable than the last. This lasted for an eternity in my eyes and I could not wait for it to be over. I eventually made it to the ten centimeters required to deliver. I was almost to the finish line and I was hold for it to be done and over with. With my husband and mother at my side, I felt invincible.They gave me the energy that was necessary to make it through one of the most important days of my life. I had my game face on and naught stood in between me and giving birth to the son I was death to meet. I began to push. The first push and I thought my lungs had collapsed. I was pertinacious to end the long journey I had been on for nine months. With the encourage and last push came a beautiful, little baby boy. All that I had gone through was well worth it and if I had to do it all over again I would. April 10, 2007 was one of the most terrifying but happiest days of my life and I will always remember every detail of it.

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