Today was the day. I had waited nine long months for this day to finally arrive. How did I know that today was the big day? Well, my water had just ruptured. Now, you might think that I was rushing around to get my bags in order and then dash to the hospital; however, I was already there.
The day before, Monday, I, along with my boyfriend, Josh (he is my husband now), had gone to my regularly scheduled OBGYN appointment only to find that my blood pressure was abnormally high. My doctor wanted me to go to the hospital next door for a stress test just to make sure everything was all right. At the hospital, Josh waited by my side to hear the tests results of the stress tests. My OBGYN, Dr. Erica Fullerton, diagnosed that I was on the verge of developing pre-eclampsia so she wanted me to stay in the hospital overnight for observation. She explained to us that if my blood pressure did not stabilize that she would induce labor. I had read enough books on pregnancy to know the seriousness of pre-eclampsia; thus, I immediately agreed to the overnight observation. Josh went home to get a few things that would last me an overnight stay in the hospital; neither of us knew that the overnight stay would turn into a week’s stay.
I am not the world’s best sleeper, but Josh stayed by my side all night. I finally managed to fall asleep even though it was a restless, fitful slumber. At one in the morning, I woke up with an urge to use the restroom. So not to disturb Josh, I slipped past his chair, which was not an easy feat with my beach ball belly. Once in the restroom, I realized something was off. When I stood up, I looked down to see that water was gushing from me onto the floor. Believe me, I know how gross it sounds, I had to live it for goodness’ sake. Waddling back to my bed, I pushed the button for a nurse.
Soon, I found myself in the delivery room with a very nervous looking Josh at my side. He somehow managed to look pale considering his beautifully tanned skin (all thanks to his Mexican heritage). I could feel the stir of contractions beginning and thought that they were no big deal. Wow, I had never been so wrong in my life. My doctor gave me a medicine to help speed the delivery along. Within a few hours, I was looking at Josh with an intense desire to personally castrate him. I cannot even describe his look of unease and discomfort as I told him what I really, really wanted to do to him. The pain was unbearable. The contractions were piggybacking and I could not get the chance to catch my breath. Like any other woman, I had a plan for how I wanted my delivery to be. My perfect delivery plan had been to go all natural without an epidural or pain medication, thinking the labor could not last more than a few hours. How wrong I was! After ten hours of painful contractions, I changed my mind about that epidural. Turning to Josh, who looked a little queasy, I spat out that I wanted the epidural and I wanted it NOW! I swear I have never, ever seen Josh move like that. He was gone like the Flash.
In a half hour, I was flying high and pain free. True to point, I could even smile and sleep. For the next six hours, I caught up with my sleep. Who knew when I would get the next opportunity to sleep for an uninterrupted six hours? Around five thirty in the afternoon, I had this urge…an urge to push I have never felt before. Once again, I turned to Josh, who I could tell was afraid I would bite his head off, and asked to get the nurse. I was much sweeter this time when I asked, I promise. The nurse came in and checked to see how dilated I was (I will not churn your stomach as to how she found out that particular information). She smiled at me and said that it was time. Relief swept through me along with that persistent urge to push. For the next most intense half hour of my life, I pushed while Josh held my hand and whispered endearments to me. At one point during the labor process, I did not think I would be able to go on. The nurse said that I was crowning and that a lot of women felt that way during that time. I looked into Josh’s liquid, warm chocolate brown eyes and knew that I had to go on and finish what we started. With one last push, my little boy was born. I saw my little boy, my Brody, and I smiled. Brody was placed on my chest and I noticed how his hair stuck up, just like his father’s hair. His beautiful brown eyes were wide open and he was just looking at me and reaching out to me. Josh cut the umbilical cord. We both just held each other and our little boy, who was the most precious gift that we could have been given. Weighing in at a whopping 7 pounds 6 ounces, Brody Josue, was born on June 9, 2009, a day that has changed my life forever…a day I will never forget, a day I will always celebrate the birth of my little beastie, who is going on two years old.
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