Let me starts off with the question that I get asked most, ” Does giving birth hurt?” I can honestly say that it wasn’t as bad as everyone made it out to be but it also doesn’t look like it does in the movies.
Let me start from the beginning of what felt like my forever labour. My labour started midday of February 8th 2018. As I was getting further and further along I kept telling my baby girl ” You are free to come out after I get my lashes done,” since the only appointment I could get was 4 days before my due date. I was determined that there was no way I was going into labour without my lashes done, meeting my daughter for the first time was a huge deal so I had to look flawless when it was time. As I was getting my lashes done at DOLLFACE I started to go into labour feeling the contractions, but they were far apart enough that I didn’t think much of it. After my lash appointment, I went out for dinner with my mom but still didn’t think much of the pains I was having. Later after dinner, I headed home and the pains were getting more intense and frequent. I was home alone that night and didn’t sleep at all, the contractions kept me up all night long.
The next morning on February 9th I had a doctors appointment. I was in a lot of pain I wasn’t able to drive so I had to get my dad to drive me to the appointment. When I went into doctors office the waiting room was packed. I sat there for what felt like forever squeezing the sides of the chair through every contraction. Every time you have a doctors appointment the nurses weigh you and check your blood pressure before you go into the room to meet with the doctor. When I was getting weighed by a nurse I had seen often she jokingly said: ” In labour yet?” I said “actually I think I am right now,” she was super excited for me. I went into the room and the doctor came in and he checked to see if I had dilated. To my surprise, he said I was three centimetres dilated. After that, he told me that I would probably give birth later tonight or tomorrow morning. I was so nervous, I had feared this moment for so long but I was also so excited that it was finally time to meet my baby girl.
After the doctor’s appointment on the ride home, I was procrastinating texting My boyfriend Quinn to tell him that I was in labour because I knew he would freak out. Finally, I gained the courage and texted him “Are you sitting down?” he said “Yes why?” I said, ” Please don’t panic everything will be fine but I am in labour and am three centimetres dilated” He responded with “Ok I won’t panic” but of course he did. On my way home my dad and I stopped at Wendy’s and got a spicy chicken sandwich but I could barely eat anything I was in so much pain. I sat at home all day in bed, my dad gave me a heating pad but it still didn’t do much. I was begging Quinn to come over but he was freaking out so bad he locked himself in his room and wouldn’t come over. I went through the contractions alone squeezing my own hand through each one. I had read things that help with the pain of contractions and one of the methods was finding a focal point which is something to focus on through each contraction. My focal point was a little speck on my ceiling that I stared at and strange enough it did work a little bit. The contractions were bad and definitely sucked but it wasn’t unbearable. To cope with the pain I would stand up and lean against my bed and rock back and forth, I really wanted Quinn there to squeeze his hand and rub my back, it would have helped a lot.
As the contractions got stronger, longer and more frequent it was time to go to the hospital. I went to the hospital around 9:00pm and luckily Joseph Brant Hospital is really close to where I live. I told Quinn that I was on my way to the hospital, I was really hoping he would show up. Once I arrived at the hospital I went into the emergency room and a young security guard gave me a wheelchair and took me up to labour and delivery. He was so friendly and kept talking to me asking questions but at that moment I really didn’t feel like talking. Once I got into the hospital room they gave me my gown to put on and I laid down in bed where they hooked me up to everything, put a catheter in and checked how many centimetres dilated I was. I had only dilated one more centimetre from what they had told me in the morning which made me four centimetres.
A little while after, Quinn came to the hospital and sat at the edge of the bed. He held my hand through the contractions and distracted me from the pain by trying to make me laugh. He made everything so much better, seeing him was a huge relief. While going through the contractions the nurses had to take my blood and put an IV in my arm. I hadn’t eaten or drank anything all day which made my vein hard to find. The nurse stabbed the needle in my arm so many times trying to find my vein I almost passed out. A little bit of time went on and the nurse came in and said: “Unfortunately we only have one doctor here that can administer the epidural, we are so sorry it is going to be a half an hour wait.” I figured that I had gone this long in labour whats half an hour more. After the half an hour was up the nurse came back in and said: ” It is going to be an hour and a half more to wait” at that point I could not wait any longer I was in a lot of pain. The nurse gave me three dosages of fentanyl to help calm me down as I waited. Looking back it didn’t really help much at all my body was just really relaxed and I felt extremely tired but it didn’t help with the contraction pain at all. Once the hour and a half waiting was done the doctor that administered the epidurals came in. Quinn had to leave the room since its a sterile procedure and I opened up the back of my gown, sat up and leaned against a table while holding onto the nurse’s shoulders. Getting an epidural seems like it is going to be an extremely painful thing since its a massive needle going into your spine but coming from someone that passes out from needles, it wasn’t bad at all. Once I got the epidural it started working almost immediately. The epidural worked so well that I didn’t feel a single contraction, I was smiling and laughing with Quinn it was amazing. There was one other woman in labour and delivery a few rooms away from me that didn’t get the epidural and I could hear her screaming at the top of her lungs. That being said ladies get the epidural! After I got the epidural the doctor came in a broke my water since it had not broken naturally. It didn’t hurt at all since I had the epidural, all I felt was the big gush of water. Since I hadn’t slept the night before and all day I was so exhausted so I took a nap while Quinn sat beside me watching Netflix. He was so amazed that he would watch me have a contraction on the screen and then look at me sound asleep not feeling a single thing.
The nurse came in a little while later to check how dilated I was and to both of our surprise, I was dilated the whole ten centimetres. It was finally time. The nurse told me it was time to push and I was so nervous I wanted to throw up. I kept insisting to the nurse that I had to get up to go to the washroom but she wouldn’t let me because I couldn’t feel anything from the waist down and she told me “Giving birth feels like you have to poop.” You are supposed to push when you feel a pressure. I held my leg up to my chest with my arm and started to push each time I felt the pressure but it was hard to tell when to push since the epidural worked too well. Quinn stayed in the room for a little bit while I pushed but then I told him that he could leave. I really wanted him in the room when our baby came out but I told him he could leave for a few reasons:
- In the movies, the women are covered with a blanket but I wasn’t at all. I had my gown pulled up and even though I had a spacious room I still didn’t feel covered.
- I wanted some secrecy in our relationship. Some men aren’t attracted to women like they were before they gave birth and Quinn being so young I didn’t want that to happen.
- I didn’t want him to pass out or throw up.
Once Quinn left I continued to push as hard as I could but then something scary happened. Jades heartbeat started to raise so they needed to get her out immediately. Luckily she was low enough that I didn’t have to have a C section and instead the doctor took her out with forceps (they look like salad tongs). As the doctor was pulling her out with the forceps and I was pushing as hard as I could that is the only time I screamed. I screamed so loud it sounded like I was getting stabbed 100 times, I kept screaming “I cant! I can’t!” as they kept telling me to push harder, the pain was excruciating but only lasted a couple of minutes. Then I heard the nurse say “There’s the head!” and she came right out. The first few seconds she came out I didn’t hear a cry and I began to worry but soon enough she let out a big cry and my baby girl was finally here. The nurses quickly wiped her off a bit and put her on my chest, she was still a little bloody but she was perfect. As I held her the doctor sewed me back up and I just sat there admiring my perfect baby girl.
About 15 minutes after Jade was born Quinn and my parents came into the room to meet her. She was weighed, measured and admired by everybody. Her head was shaped like a cone head from the forceps for the first couple weeks she was born but that didn’t change the fact that she is the most perfect baby I have ever seen. My beautiful and healthy baby girl was finally here. Jade Sydni Hill was born on February 10th, 2018 at 5:42am weighing 7.5lbs. At that exact moment, my life changed forever.
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