A lot has happened since I last posted on October 29th. As you may know, I was 9 months pregnant when I posted and due on November 5th, so today I'll share the birth story of our sweet baby girl, Charlotte Ruth.
I continued to get ready...putting on makeup and blow drying my hair...because I knew that I would either go into work or would need to be presentable for labor. Priorities, people. When the doctor's office opened, I gave them a ring and left a message for a nurse, who called me back shortly after. She confirmed that what I was experiencing did, in fact, sound like labor, but told us to come on in to the office to make sure it wasn't false labor. We certainly did not want to pay emergency room fees only to be sent home. Once at the doctor's office, they confirmed that my contractions were about 5 or 6 minutes apart and I was 4 centimeters dialated, and they sent me over to the hospital to check in.
We were all checked in at 9:30 and ready to get the show on the road. Boy, were we in for a surprise! At 10:30, my doctor broke my water, and by noon I had received my epidural. My contractions were regular, but I was dialating very slowly. So much for that quick labor I was hoping for. My parents came, as did WEG's and all day long we waited. Some of my friends came to see me after they got off work, and they gave me more medicine through my epidural at about 7 to combat the pain I was feeling. Finally at about 8:30, the nurses said I was ready to push and sent our parents out. And I pushed...and pushed...and pushed. And then, lo and behold, my contractions regressed, and they had to give me more of the pitocin to help intensify them, and so we waited...again. And then, it was again time to push, this time with my doctor present. And so I pushed again, for about another hour. At about 11:30, 3 hours after all the pushing started, the look on my doctor's face said it all. I was making no progress. I commented to her that I was not liking the look on her face, and she confirmed that she did not think that I was going to be able to push Charlotte out naturally. Her head just would not come past my pelvic bone, and I was getting more and more tired from the pushing. Dr. L suggested that we go get her. The words I had been dreading had now become necessary. I made the decision to deliver via c-section, and immediately they called in the anesthesiologists to re-up my medication. In the small window of time between everyone leaving and the anesthesiologists coming in, I cried to WEG that this was not how I wanted it to go. I did not want to labor all day, push for hours, and in the end, have to resort to a c-section. The recovery period would be longer, Christmas was coming, and we needed to move into our new house. I didn't have time to waste not being able to drive and having a longer time to recover from the major surgery. But, if you ever want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans, right? C-section was our best option at this point, and I quickly got over my pity party. It was time to meet our daughter.
They wheeled me to the operating room and started the procedure. I felt everything. Not just the pressure, not just something going on below my belly button...everything. It was painful, but at that point, there was nothing they could give me until they had successfully delivered Charlotte. At 12:13 a.m. on November 3, our perfect little girl entered the world. I have never heard a more wonderful sound than her first cry, and when her daddy brought her to me to see her, I was overjoyed. No, a c-section wasn't in my plan, but our girl was here. She was perfect and healthy. 7 lbs, 2 ounces, 19.5 inches of perfection. She was born with her Daddy's chin and her Mommy's feet, and we loved her instantly. I would go through every minute of the pain again.
The weeks to follow were not always easy, and there are still days, at 4 months, when I am completely overwhelmed, but I wouldn't change a thing. Charlotte couldn't tolerate my breast milk, and then she couldn't tolerate regular formula. It took several weeks for us to realize she needed soy formula, and it has made all the difference. We've battled sickness since day one of daycare, and at times this has been trying. She's had bronchiolitis, sinus infection, ear infection, and we've been to the pediatrician countless times and have even made a trip to the ER. Our poor girl is becoming quite familiar with breathing treatments, as well, and she is getting to be a pro at taking medicine. I've struggled with going back to work and leaving her in the care of others. I've had emotional breakdowns, I've screamed, I've cried. Motherhood is tough. But, despite all the things that can break you down, there is no greater joy than seeing her smile at me or "talk" to me or the absolute adoration she has for her daddy. Yes, motherhood is tough, but it's also wonderful, and I love being a mommy to the most precious little girl. I can't believe she's already 4 months old. She changes daily. Every day she does something new that amazes me and makes me so proud to be her mommy. I love that little girl more than I ever thought I could love something, and I have now joined the ranks of other mommies who know what it is like to walk around with your heart outside of your body. It's a real thing, y'all.
But, enough of the rambling. That's our story of how we came to meet our sweet Charlotte Ruth. We love you so much, baby girl!
For this child, I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition which I asked of him. 1 Samuel 1:27

