On week 39 and 3 days (April 13, 2014), I walked around the Sparks
Marina with Jon in hopes to speed time up. I wanted the baby to come before Jon
shipped off to boot camp. It was really important that they would meet. So many
people had suggested doing so many ludicrous things to get the baby to get here
faster and I figured that walking wasn’t something that was out of the ordinary..
and honestly what are the chances that the baby would come out right after.
After our brisk walk around the marina (and many dirty glances later) we
stopped by Tacos el Rey (my favorite) for a takeout dinner. I ordered so much
because finally food started to look and sound good again after puking
everything I ate up the last few days.
At the dinner table, we were all laughing and conversing
when I suddenly had the urge to pee. However, this urge felt different. I couldn’t
stop it no matter what. It didn’t smell like pee nor did it look like it. I
couldn’t believe it; this was NOT my water breaking right now. I told Waymon
and Jon, “I did keegels! And it didn’t stop.
I think my water broke.” Confused as hell my husband and brother told me
that if it happened again then we would go to the hospital. So, we waited…
Everyone cleared out of the kitchen and went our separate ways trying to do our
best and catch up on some sleep. I went to the bathroom numerous times and
nothing but pee came out. I was a little disappointed. Why was nothing
happening? At 5 am, April 14th, 2014, my husband woke up for work
and I went to the bathroom again. My underwear was damp and not from pee. I
told him that we had to go to the hospital to get checked just in case. We
packed everything in the car and drove to the hospital.
As we checked into triage, I was told that I was to undergo
3 tests to see if my water had indeed ruptured. I took all of the tests and patiently
waited an hour for the results to come back. I felt so silly taking all of the
tests and being hooked up to all of these monitors. I felt like they were going
to send me back home and I was just going to go about my daily business. At 7:30
am, the nurse stepped in and told us that we were going to be admitted due to
my water being ruptured. I looked at my husband in disbelief. We were going to
have a baby soon. It was actually happening. My mother-in-law, Tracey, came by
right after we got the news as did Stacy. Everyone was in a light and cheerful
mood.
We checked into Labor and Delivery and was checked by my OBGYN.
I was having contractions but I wasn’t feeling them at all. The latter scared
the doctor a bit since my water broke at 8:30 pm the night before. I should
have been feeling something. He gave me a chance and put me on pitocin to speed
things up. Contractions came and I didn’t feel much until 5 hours into labor
and pitocin was off. Baby girl wasn’t responding to pitocin. I chose to get an
epidural to help me up the pitocin and have my contractions come faster and
stronger. I went from dilated from a
fingertip to a 1cm in an hour, 1 cm to 2cm in 2 hours, 2 cm to 3cm in 3 hours
and 3 cm to 4cm in 4 hours and suddenly everything came to a screeching halt.
We thought that we would be able to continue with the labor on my own, but
after waiting another 4 hours for things to change at 8:45 pm I stayed at 4 cm.
At that point, we needed to get the baby out due to my water breaking 24 hours
prior. Emergency C-Section we went.
I was terrified of the fact that I needed to get an
emergency C-section. I felt awful at the fact that I didn’t come sooner so that
baby girl would have time come out on her own. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t
know how to feel about anything anymore. My baby girl was going to be here
tonight with me. I wasn’t going to be able to hold her until 2 hours after my
surgery. I couldn’t be with Waymon until everything was well underway in the
operating room. I was shaking in the operating room. I was nervous. After a
while, I didn’t feel anything below my chest. I started to fall asleep from all
of the drugs I was given. There was no pain at all during surgery. I felt the
tugging and pulling, nothing else. At 10:11 pm, I heard baby girl cry for the
first time. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her. I cried. It was the most
beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Waymon whispered, “She’s here and
she’s so beautiful.” I couldn’t believe that I was a mom. I couldn’t believe
that after all of this time waiting she was finally here. The nurses cleaned
her up and gave her to Waymon. I saw a glimpse of her while Waymon was holding
her. I cried seeing my family for the first time. They were perfect.
I couldn’t be any
happier with everything. I fell asleep soon after Waymon and I parted. I was in
recovery with for an hour to make sure that everything with me was okay. Waymon
came to visit me telling me how beautiful and perfect baby girl is. He showed
me a picture of her. I couldn’t believe it. After that hour of monitoring me, I
was checked into my room. I waited another hour to see baby girl for myself. I
couldn’t wait. I was anxious. I was so happy to see everyone I loved, but I
just wanted to see her.
At 2:10 am April 15th, 2014, I finally got to
hold my baby girl. I didn’t feel like a mom yet. I couldn’t believe that she
came out of me. I couldn’t believe that, she was the one kicking me from the
inside. I couldn’t believe that she was one that I spent the last 9 months
with. Waymon was right. She is perfect.
She is beautiful. She’s everything I could have ever asked for. I didn’t want
anything else more in my life, more than I wanted her.
On April 14, 2014, Waymon and I welcomed Haidyn Bayne Wells
into the world at 10:11 pm. She weighed 6lbs 15 oz and measured at 18in long.
