Tug-of war anyone??

August 11, 2015 1 Comment

Before I start, let me say…everything ended with the most amazing blessing…an absolute miracle…a gift from God.

Ok – this labor was the worst physical experience…ever.

I went into the hospital at 11am on Thursday…and honestly, I thought I would be holding my new daughter by 5 that afternoon. After all, I was in labor for 23 hours with my first…9 hours with my second…I figured it only gets better with the third. Uh…no. I couldn’t have been more wrong.  But God bless the inventor of the epidural. Seriously…it’s like magic in a very, very, very long needle. Did I mention it’s a long needle?

Every hour, my doctor would come in and say “well, she’s just not ready to come out yet.  I’ll check back in another hour.”

I didn’t mind the wait though.  It’s like a beautiful calm before the storm.  My husband took the other two out for lunch so I could just get some rest.  My stomach was RUMBLING…seriously, it was like an in-house earthquake…everything shook. But since I was in labor,  no food for me…just Jell-O and popsicles.

For hours…I waited…answered a million emails, texts and posts asking the same thing: “Is she here yet?”

We watched the Republican Presidential debate.  And I know who my daughter DOES NOT like…based on her karate chops every time she heard his voice.

At midnight, it officially became go-time…even though I thought go-time was 13 hours earlier.  It was time to start the great PUSH of 2015.  But wait…first I am going to get extremely dizzy and light-headed.  Cue the alcohol wipe under my nose…ice packs on my forehead and on the back of my neck.  By the way, I lucked out and got THE best nurses EVER.  I kept telling them over and over…”I couldn’t do what you all do.” (And quite frankly, I couldn’t see what they see.)  Just when I thought I got the dizziness under control, this happened, “I think I’m going to throw up….yeah…I’m about to get sick.”  All I kept thinking was…”what is happening?? Why does it feel like my body is shutting down?!? Ok, I’m dying…I must be dying.”  Ok, maybe I was being a bit dramatic…but I was in dire pain and I was STARVING! ha

So ladies, if you’ve had an epidural then you know…when it’s time to push…it’s sometimes a little hard to figure out HOW to push. Know what I mean??  I tried a few times on my own…and NADA. NOTHING. She didn’t budge. 20 more minutes passes…still nothing. “Ok y’all…I’m tapping out. Just cut me open and get her…I’m cool with that.”  My nurse, Jenn (a God-sent), wasn’t having any of that. “You have come too far for that…we’re just going to play a little tug of war ok?”  Huh?  But that’s exactly what we did…we took it back to the middle-school playground.  She grabbed a long towel…gave me one side…and she took the other.  “when you feel a contraction…start pulling!”  And pull I did…I felt like I was in my Roc Fit class…my arms and shoulders were like “Umm hello! Haven’t felt these muscles in awhile!”

45 minutes later…Luciana Grace was here.  “She’s a big girl.”

As I cried and held my new daughter close to my chest, the nurses and I started guessing how much she weighed. I said, “She’s about 9 pounds.” You could hear crickets in the room…and all of the nurses and doctor stared at me. HA. “No…we’re thinking she’s bigger than that.”

10 pounds 7 ounces.

What the what?! No wonder I couldn’t walk, sleep, stand…function. 🙂

Makes sense after all…I weighed 9.1 when I was born…my mom was a whopping 12 pounds. So yeah…big babies run in the family.

My husband looked at me and said, “You were amazing. I honestly don’t know how you did that.”

My only response: “Neither do I.” (And in my head I was thinking…hmm…this is a good time to ask him for a REALLY good push gift.)

As soon as Luciana was cleaned off, measured and checked…she was handed over to me for good.  She was crying and screaming at the top of her lungs…but the second I was holding her, she let out a big sigh and stopped crying.  It was like she was saying…”finally, I’m home.”

It’s amazing that in that very moment, you forget about the pain…the excruciating pain.

But I didn’t forget about my hunger…I was quickly given two ham sandwiches…and I’m pretty sure I didn’t even chew them. Yep. I swallowed them whole. HA

To my nurses (especially Jenn)…I would NEVER have been able to get through this without you ladies. You all are truly miracle workers…and I am forever grateful for all of you.

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  1. NE Iowa Mom says:

    Thank you for sharing your story! So glad that you had a healthy baby girl. Giana and Nico will be great siblings! Look forward to seeing you back on the air. Rest and enjoy your time with your family.

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