During my pregnancy, I was blessed with morning sickness. The mornings were horrible. Nauseated until two in the afternoon every day. Usually the nausea would end after the first trimester but for me, it continued through the entire pregnancy. I ended up becoming diabetic and my doctors couldn’t seem to keep my blood pressure down. I was considered high risk through my last trimester. Marcus and I decided to find an apartment so when the baby came, we could build our family and become more dependent on ourselves. It was a nice three bedroom apartment with a living and dining area. We made one room our office, the second for our baby and lastly, our room. One bathroom was hard but we made it work. It was now January and our baby was coming anytime. We were so excited, asking friends and family what the trick was to bring the labor on faster. Some of the answers we got were ridiculous. We tried them anyways! Marcus took me to a mall’s parking lot with many hard bumpy speed bumps. He began driving over them one at a time. Over and over. I think my boobies hurt more than my tummy. Finally through laughter, we decided to call it a night. My sister told me her doctor told her about castor oil. Her pregnancy went two weeks over for all three kids. Why not? Marcus got me a small bottle of castor oil one night. We had watched a movie and were ready for bed. I decided to take a small teaspoon. To wash it down as it was oil, I made a small cheese sandwich. I did a little countdown then took the spoon. I couldn’t swallow it! It was horrible! No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t swallow it. Weird? I took a bite of my cheese sandwich with the oil still in my mouth and it finally went down. It tasted awful. I finished up my sandwich and called it a night. I was so tired and every part of me ached. This baby sure was a swimmer and a kicker and loved to blow bubble all the time. A very active pregnancy definitely. I fell asleep rather quickly. My eyes closed and I was out for the count. I slept pretty peaceful through the night. From the moment I learned I was pregnant, Marcus would massage my entire back. He always took such good care of me. Buying me shrimp at two in the morning and helping me chase my weird cravings. His hands always felt like heaven on my tummy and when he would cough or sneeze, baby would move around. Suddenly, at seven in the morning, I woke up from a sharp bowl pain. “Oh dear lord” I thought, “that castor oil is giving me the runs”! That’s just what I need. A pregnant woman cannot move very fast but regardless, I was able to literally jump out of the bed running across the hall to the toilet. The worst cramps and the runs I had ever had. When I was done, I looked over to the bed from the bathroom toilet and saw Marcus sleeping soundly. He was so exhausted as well. All I wanted to do was crawl back into the bed and cuddle with him. I took a long drawn out piece of toilet paper and began to clean myself when another cramp came on. I looked at the toilet paper and it was greenish and weirdly colored and it was not coming from my backside either! I panicked. I started yelling for Marcus to wake up. I think my water had just broke. No matter how many times I called him, he snored through it. I couldn’t leave the toilet and had to get him up! After yelling for ten minutes, he finally asked me what I wanted and assured me that he was still tired. Once the “MY WATER BROKE” registered, he got out of bed so fast as though the room was on fire. I had never seen my husband move so fast! He came to me and I showed him the toilet paper. He agreed that we needed to get to the hospital right away! I managed to make it off the toilet and get my slippers on. He had the bags all ready to go. He would just assist me while holding our luggage down three flights of stairs. We got into the car and amazingly, made it to the hospital in seven minutes. As soon as I arrived and they settled me in, I was told I was already four centimeters dialated. Almost immediately after that, I experienced my first real contraction. Ouch!? I couldn’t handle that kind of pain. My nurse encouraged me that the anesthesiologist was on his way immediately to give me my epidural. I only had to suffer with one more severe contraction before he arrived to take my pain away. Finally he showed up and asked my husband to stand in front of me and hold my hands trying to keep me perfectly still. Just as I was about to get my epidural, my husband started to lean to the left. Then the right. He began to slowly sway when the anesthesiologist told the nurse my husband was about it faint. They took his hands away from mine and sat him down on a chair with his head between his legs to settle him down. Finally the epidural was over and I could feel it’s reliefs almost instantly. My doctor was no where to be seen or heard of. We managed to call her on the way to the hospital. She told us she wss packing to leave on a trip the next day but assured us she would drop everything and come to the hospital right away. It was now eight in the evening and still no sign of her. The doctor on call at the hospital who was overseeing me was so angry at her. He told me our baby’s heart rate was getting a little faster than he liked and the green stuff coming out of me was my baby’s poop. The baby pooped inside me while my water broke from distress. By nine in the evening he rushed in to check the baby’s heart rate and it was so fast he quickly checked if I had dilated all the way but I only made it to nine and a half. He requested emergency surgery be done immediately and did not want to wait any longer for my doctor to arrive. Next thing I know, I was given a small liquid substance to drink. As they took me down the hallway to the surgery table, I remember throwing up all over the hallway walls. I was about to have an emergency c-section. They tied my hands down and Marcus got to watch the entire thing. I mean everything! Until today, I don’t know how he did that. Watch them cut me open, pulling out a baby, pumping my uterus. I waited to hear the cries of a baby…so tense. There it was. A baby screaming. I began to cry right away. All of a sudden I had the overwhelming feeling of fear. True fear. The doctor told us it was a girl! A beautiful little girl. Almost right away, the sensation to protect her began so real. The worry now began almost instantly. How could we protect this little thing? What if anything ever happened? How could we keep her safe always? More fears just kept coming as they were closing me up. Instead of the usual 6 inch incision, mine was 10. They had rushed the emergency surgery because the baby was struggling with the umbilical cord. When all was done I still was unable to hold her. They had to work on her and myself. When they finally got me back to my room, there was Marcus holding our daughter. Just as he handed her to me for the first time, I had a strong sensation to throw up. He quickly took her from me again and I threw up all over myself. The nurses told me that was normal from the sedation. They finally cleaned me up and Marcus put her in my arms again. We named her Mary after my mother. Oh my goodness! This little precious baby was so cute! So much hair. She smiled as she slept in my arms. I immediately took her wraps off to check out her little body. All her fingers and toes. She was a perfect a little girl. Marcus was so proud. When he carried her, he wouldn’t take his eyes off her. Even to sit down with her. He kept kissing me and thanking me for making him a father.
I was to spend a week in the hospital from my c-section. Marcus stayed in my room with me and refused to leave my side. No matter how uncomfortable the sleeping arrangement was for him. He didnt want to leave my side. The hospital food was terrible so he managed to get me addicted to the BLT’s and turkey sandwiches they served in the cafeteria downstairs. Nurses would always be in the room helping learn how to breastfeed this little precious baby that I could not seem to get to latch on. Such a weird feeling and Mary sure loved to bite down which was painful. It had to be done. I was adamant on perfecting this breastfeeding thing. Some moments were tricky others, pretty simple. The night before leaving the hospital, Marcus had gone down to get us yet another sandwich and I was alone with Mary. She had pooped and I needed to change it. Through my incision pain I got up and placed her on my bed. As I began cleaning her up, she opened her eyes and looking right into mine. I got a smile. Her eyes wondered everywhere and then back onto me. That smile was so precious. It was like she was thanking me for cleaning her up. I kissed her cute little body. Every finger and every toe. It was a moment I would never forget.
We were finally ready to go home the next day. I had many staples from my incision and I was in discomfort but excited to leave to hospital with this precious package. I loved this little baby so much and she was ours.