Part 2 of The Story of My Life....
Hey Y'all,
It' Nicole again. Thought I would continue enlightening you about my past....
After I FINALLY gained the acceptance that I was in fact a soon-to-be mommy, we told the fam. They were somewhat excited but more shocked and worried. They were excited about the fact that there would be a new addition to the family. They were worried because, although neither of us had told our families of our marriage troubles, they knew there was trouble in paradise. Their concerns were never voiced, but Chris and I both knew the feelings of mixed emotion were there. We decided to just let it go. Both families tend to offer unwanted advice, and get pretty disgruntled when said advice is not taken. (Yeah, we learned early on to just listen to them, give a courteous nod, then go on about our business. No point in arguing.)
As the weeks and months passed quickly, Chris and I were working hard to repair our new marriage. Slowly (and I mean VERY slowly) our relationship improved. Chris was beyond excited about the new baby. As for me...well those maternal feelings had not yet kicked in. In fact, I really didn't feel anything. Nothing. I didn't feel pregnant. No morning sickness. No tiredness. No hormone surges. No swollen breasts. I wasn't even gaining weight. Nothing. Not that I'm complaining, but where were all the pregnancy symptoms everyone kept telling me about? Don't worry, they were coming.
At 16 weeks I started with morning sickness. Then the swollen, sore breasts. Then the hormones, ohmygoodness, the hormones. Everything hit me at once. I know, most of this should have been over by this point, especially the morning sickness. What can I say? I'm complicated like that. At 20 weeks, my OB sent me for my glucose tolerance test because I was spilling glucose into my urine. Failed the one hour test, but passed the 3 hour test. I was diagnosed with glucose intolerance and was placed on a modified version of the gestational diabetes diet, which was basically cutting out sweets and empty carbs. Almost immediately, the morning sickness resolved and I felt much better. All of the sugar my body was unable to metabolize was causing me to feel so rotten. The remainder of my pregnancy was a breeze. We found out mid-September we would be having a baby girl.
I didn't really gain weight or grow a big baby belly until I was about 30 weeks, I just looked like I had gained about 20 pounds. I was one of those women who got out of bed one morning suddenly looking pregnant. I literally gained 25 pounds in 6 weeks.
The big day came on February 12, 2001, eight days before my due date. I was still working full-time, still working 3pm-3am. On this day I had stayed late waiting on my relief. I got home and into bed at around 5:30 in the morning. At 9:00 I started having some REALLY bad "gas" pains and some REALLY bad diarrhea. It was vomiting/diarrhea season and I worked in a pediatric ER; there had been kids puking on me all week. I thought I had a stomach flu. When these "gas" pains kept getting worse, I started noticing that they were coming about every 2 minutes. I thought that I might be having contractions, but they felt nothing like the "really bad period cramps" everyone had told me about. I felt more like I was being ripped into pieces. Called my doctor, told him what was going on. He wanted to see me in the office. In the mean time I had called Chris home from work. We made the hour's drive, in the pouring rain, in heavy traffic to the hospital. The pains were coming faster and harder. I was screaming at Chris that he would have to drive faster. By this point I was scared to death.
When we FINALLY made it to the hospital. My doc examined me, I was only dilated 1 1/2-2cm, and not effaced. He said he didn't think I was in labor, but would send me to L and D for observation. At this point I literally screamed in the man's face "Well if it isn't labor, you're going to have to make WHATEVER this is STOP, and STOP IT NOW!!!" He just looked at me and said,"they're waiting for you on the 3rd floor. Give this paper to the nurse."
We made our way to L and D, Chris decided he wanted to stop by the soda machine. Well, this just completely made me blow my lid. He whined, "But I'm thirsty..." I growled back "I don't care! My stomach hurts! Let's GO!!!"
We finally made it to the triage room. I was placed on monitors and examined. Guess what? BIG contractions on the monitors. At this point I was dilated to 3 cm. That's right folks, I had dilated a whole cm in the 10 minutes it took for us to walk to L and D. Chris started trying to call the fam. Couldn't get anyone. My dad was in a meeting, my mom was on a field trip with her kindergarten class. Chris' parents were both working and he couldn't get them. He left messages everywhere. Luckily everyone got their messages and arrived just in time, literally.
About 30 minutes after they got me all hooked up, my water broke. It was definite, we were going to have a baby that day. What shocked me was when the nurse examined me at this point. I was 4 1/2 cm. They packed me up and wheeled me down the hall to my room, which took about 15 minutes. When they examined me again, I was 8 cm and BEGGING anyone who would listen for an epidural. The anesthesiologist made his way to my room, demanding the results of labs that had just been drawn. I yelled at him "They're fine, let's go! Get that needle in!" He rolled his eyes and continued to look for my labs. After what seemed like hours, (in actuality only about 3 minutes) they got them back. He could proceed with my epidural. Thank you! I have pretty significant scoliosis, so this was no easy task. After 4 attempts he finally got it in, and I got some relief.
My mom arrived just after my epidural was placed. The school bus driver had gotten the call on his emergency phone (no one carried cell phones at this time) and dropped off at the hospital. Chris' parents arrived around the same time. Just as she walked in the door, the nurse examined me and I was dilated to 10 cm and 100% effaced. Time to push! Chris and I had decided we didn't want a room full of people during delivery, so everyone was escorted out to the waiting room.
The staff got me all prepped and ready to go. My dad finally made it to the hospital. He stuck his head in the door to say hello (I was literally in stirrups at this point). I waved hello and told him I was fine and the nurses shooed him out the door.
Pushed for 15 minutes, through 5 contractions (would have been less, but the baby was having some decels and taking too long to recover so I had to push every other contraction). Kaylyn Brooke arrived at 1:53 pm weighing in at 6 lbs 4 oz, 21 1/2 inches long. Our lives were forever changed!
Here are some pics from the day she was born.

Part 3 coming soon.... I promise it won't be so long!