Expect the unexpected

So as you know, I went into the hospital on Monday, around 1 am on Tuesday they inserted a folie catheter to help get me dialated some. I think I slept about an hour that night/morning. At about 8 am I was about 5 cm dialated and my contractions were pretty close together so they decided to break my water instead of giving me petocine to induce. About two hours later I wasnt progressing without the petocine so they gave me that to speed things up a bit. At 1 pm I was 7 cm dialated...and excited I wasnt far from having my baby! Contractions continued...no pain medication just as planned...check up after check up, I was still between 7 and 8 cm and the contractions were pretty strong. I lie, "pretty strong" is definitely an understatement. Im stubborn and wouldnt scream show pain, I just did the breathing and relaxation techniques to get through them. The doctors and nurses all told me they were impressed how in control I was and wasnt making a peep. I just didnt think screaming would help things and was surprised to hear they thought I was in control. SO anyway, at 7:30 pm I was still only 7-8 cm. It seemed my stubborn little princess wasnt dropping, so they said they would like to do a c-section because usually they like to see 1 cm every hour and obviously I was far behind that schedule. I knew it went against everything I wanted but I was EXHAUSTED. I was falling asleep in the 1 minute between contractions and didnt know how much longer I could last or if I would even have the strenth to push out the baby. Plus they had broken my water about 12 hours ago and even though she wasnt showing any stress, I was worried about the baby. I went against everything I believed in and went for the c-section. At 8:45, they rolled me down to the o/r. I dont think I have ever been so nervous in my life. I litterally shook the ENTIRE time! They put the spinal in and cut me open. Before I knew it, I heard my baby girl cry for the first time and I instintly burst into tears. They said she looked amazing and was big! 9 lbs 2 ounces and 21 inches! Once she was cleaned up a bit they brought her over to see us. She was perfect, even the nurses said she looked like a porclin doll. The doctor and nurses were amazing and so nice. They were actually pretty funny. They started talking about one of their daughters going to the midnight premier of Eclipes and then got into all the other vampire shows and books. The doctor said how she believes there are really vampires- not like they show in movies but people who eat blood. Kinda ironic that they are stitching me back up and talking about blood suckers so I told them they better not suck any of my blood. They all laughed and told me there was plenty of it. I probably shoulda been freaked out by the thought of plenty of my blood but I was just happy our baby was here. They took her back to finish checking her and noticed that she was pretty congested and they were having a hard time clearing it out, Si they told us they called Neonatal to come down and look at her (insert instatnly worried mom here). But before neonatal could get there they had her all cleared out. Mr. Jersey was able to go to the recovery room with her while they finished everything up with me. A few minutes later, I joined my family in the recovery room. The nurse that assisted us in the recovery room was awesome. She helped me try breast feeding after about a half hour which I was really happy about. I was afraid with having a c-section and the recovery time and medication that the baby wouldnt take to breast feeding so easily. She was a champ though! She had no latching or sucking problems. After about an hour plus in recovery we were able to go up to our room. After a long day and night it felt amazing to relax with my perfect little family.

So even though it didnt go as planned, holding my baby girl in my arms was the perfect ending.