My Inspiration In Life
Growing up I was always told “ Children are always more trouble than you think and more wonderful than you can imagine, until the birth of my daughter I never understood what that truly meant. On February 18, 2010 my labor became more of a problem than a blessing .Labor is already a terrifying experience especially for a first time mother. Terrifying doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling I experienced going into this alone. At that moment I knew my life was going to be forever changed.
Scared, alone, and in excruciating pain I managed to drive myself to the home of my brother Jon. Jon and his wife December drove me the rest of the way to the hospital. Within minutes of arrival to the hospital, I was put in a room and made as comfortable as feasible. I had not slept since the night prior due to the uncomfortably I was experiencing. Therefore I was given some medication to help me get some sleep before my labor began. Who knew labor could be so exhausting?
At this point I was 37 weeks and 2 days. I struggled with pre-term labor through out my pregnancy, and was excited for it to almost be over. Due to my complications I had already experienced Braxton-hicks contractions. Contractions were not new to me but were extremely painful nonetheless. Until my contractions were steadily five minutes apart or less I couldn’t receive my epidural. So far my contractions were coming one every ten minutes to a half hour. Once I was dilated to 4 centimeters I was given an epidural with a huge needle. The pain of the needle into my spine was a blessing. I knew that the pain of my contractions wouldn‘t be as bad, but they were still uncomfortable as hell. I couldn’t stay still due to the contractions or find a comfortable position. Approximately two hours after, I was ready to push, the room started to fill up with nurses, my...
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