First off, I'm so sorry this has taken so long. Motherhood is HARD! This week has been amazing but also very very very tiring and emotional. I think I cry probably every day for one reason or another...hormones. We are doing really well though, Callie is absolutely perfect and we love her so much. She already has the cutest little quirks!
So last Monday on the 28th my water spontaneously broke at 3:00a.m. I didn't realize I was having contractions...I felt like I just needed to use the bathroom. When my water broke I noticed there was meconium in it so I called my OB and she said go to the hospital. When we got there, my contractions were about 3-5 minutes apart.
We got set up in our room and the nurses hooked me up to an IV. The nurse checked to see how much I was dilating and I was still only 1 cm but I was having very frequent contractions. They tried a bunch of different methods to get me to dilate more and help Callie move down. They gave me pitocin which escalated things very quickly, I was having to vocalize through my contractions because they were so painful. I wanted a med-free birth and going through this was probably the most painful thing I've ever felt it my life...they put a catheter in me to see the intensity and it was basically off the charts. After about 10 hours of labor, an enema, catheter, saline flush, pitocin, and absolutely no progress from Callie my OB told me that we needed to either have a C-section or risk stressing out Callie and exhausting myself completely because she was not moving.
I started crying because I never saw this as an option since Callie has been head down since 30 weeks but she was just so high up that it was probably the best decision we could make. I was so scared. I couldn't stop crying. I got prepped for surgery around 1:00a.m. and they started around 2:00p.m.
The surgery went quickly and DH got to hold my hand the entire time. He actually wanted to watch everything. I looked at him to watch his expressions. He started crying and I asked what happened and he said he saw her tiny little hand reach out. Then after some tugging, they pulled her out and I heard the sweetest little cries. I started balling. I wanted to hold her so bad and kiss her but they had to stitch me up so DH went over to hold her and tend to her. After some time they brought her over to me and I got to kiss her sweet face.
After I was done being stitched up, we got to go outside to postpartum and I got to hold her for the first time and nurse. I cried the whole time, I'm such a mess. I just love her so much and she is so perfect and healthy. I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful daughter and DH was so amazing.
Ok enough of my emotions lol here are some pictures: