3 years ago I was waiting for the arrival of my first child. I was due on August 2, 2009 and was now a week overdue.
It was South Florida in the middle of August and it was so hot that I could barely leave the safe spot on my couch in the Air Conditioning. My Mom and sister had arrived on August 1 to await her arrival and we were trying to keep ourselves busy by swimming in the pool and going to the movies. Although the movies were slightly uncomfortable for me by now because I had gall bladder pain and any time I sat for a long period of time I felt like someone was stabbing me in my right side.
I kept going to the Dr. being told I hadn't even progressed to a fingertip. Yet I had been bleeding on and off for a month. I was starting to get really antsy that something wasn't right and that I needed to get her out of there.
By this time I could not sleep in the same bed as my husband as I was so uncomfortable. So I would sleep on the couch. I know that is strange but I was actually more comfortable there. I would watch late night reruns of the Golden Girls and fall asleep dreaming of my upcoming arrival.
The nursery was set. I had picked Pottery Barn Baby bedding and made the room look like a garden with butterflies hanging from the ceiling. I had the cradle all set in my room right by my bed. I was ready. This is what I had been waiting for my entire life. The one thing I wanted for my entire life. I just wanted to be a Mom. When I dreamed of my future as a kid I saw lots of babies.
My Dr. kept saying lets wait another few days and see what happens.
On August 11 I woke up with more blood. I was sent for an NST to check on the baby was and she was perfectly content in there even now being over a week overdue. I was given a choice to wait a few more days or proceed.
I had done my research and decided to get my csection for the next day. I basically had a 0 percent chance of ever dilating based on familial history and what was going on with my body. Remember I had also been bleeding since 35 weeks so deep down I knew something was wrong.
I went to the movies the night of August 11 to keep my mind off of the nervous energy that awaited me the next day. I actually slept that night. I was ready. I had been waiting for this my entire life.
I woke up the next day to my water slightly trickling and more blood. I then started getting contractions consistently every seven minutes apart.
It was August 12 and I would be meeting my baby girl that afternoon. I can not believe she is going to be three years old. She is truly an amazing little thing with her own mind.
She made my dream of becoming a Mom real. All of the infertility heart ache and worry. She was here.
I get misty eyed remembering those last few days before I gave birth to her. I have some great memories imprinted in my brain. I had no idea what people meant when they said how much your heart grew when you have a child.