His name is Chris

So after having all my test ran they all came back normal, so basically i had Edema… My feet would not go down and this was months befor i was to give birth, i know i know” Every pregnancy is different”.  So  i took it for what it was and decided i would rest as much as possible bacuse i couldnt really walk on them, the tops and bottom were both so swollen that my feet were constantly sore.

I know, I know every pregnancy is different.

Christopher was due on Feb.12,2017 but i knew this befor any doctor told me , i mean with the technology avaliable at your finger tips its aslmost possible to perform surgery on your self and no matter how extreme that sounds , it is truth. The funny thing is that i had a feeling very early on that he would try to come on Valantines Day, i was somewhat correct in my thought because he decided to wait until Feburary 15, 2017 to make his grand entrance. I remember feeling worst than i had felt in months, i had the worst headache, my body was tired, back ached,breast so sore and my son was 4 days Post term. I was ready! i had two more days until i would be induced and i had everythig packed and ready to go.. at some point I knew it was time and I’m glad things unfolded the way that they did because I was feeling very tired and sick on the morning of February 15th right after Valentine’s Day, which I did not have a good one so I was in a bad mood from the day before period but I think that I was just ready I will say that my family is so thoughtful that for Valentine’s Day they bought me chocolate covered strawberries which are my absolute favorite and so even though I did not eat them on the 14th I managed to scarf them down the morning of the 15th I should have known then that it was time for me to go to the hospital.

 I waited around lunch and my husband came home to make a long story short I called the doctor and of course the assistant claims that I may just be having false labor, but I had to explain to her that I had been through this process twice and that I was over 40 weeks, so she tells me to come in and before she could even get a really good feel she said” oh yes you are ready, do not pass go, go straight to the emergency room.”

 It’s a good thing that I knew that because I had my bags already in the truck and off we went. My husband is a very calm guy so he was able to drive me and we were excited, we were finally going to see the Son that we so long for. And I was tired of carrying around his heavy butt. Now I never received an epidural with my first two pregnancies partially because I didn’t know what I was in for the first time and the second time I waited too late, but this time I had decided since it was my last time I didn’t want to go through the hell and hurt ….if I had only known. 

Everything is fine I get checked in by the sweetest nurse I believe she was an African lady and I just adored her, she was very calm and she kept encouraging that I was doing very very well. That’s always good to hear when you’ve got shooting pains from your front of your abdomen to the back of your abdomen all the way through to your pelvis and tailbone, and my husband still so calm getting me a towel for my head and such. So after getting checked in the nurse asked me if I was going to receive an epidural and without hesitation I told her “YES” , I knew that I did not want to go through any heavy pain but when we got there it was 4 o’clock and after going through all of my test getting me hooked up to monitors and making sure I’m not allergic to anything in the epidural comedy anesthesiologist comes in at 7:15. Mind you when they checked me before I went to the hospital I was already 6 centimeters dilated and so by now I am in full swing mode but hell I just wanted to pain go away. It was the most horrific pain I have ever felt in my entire life for the third time I asked myself what am I doing, am I dying??

 I received the meds and although the pain was numb the pressure was even worse for me, I could feel the nurse pulling and pushing on all of my naughty parts and they did not feel so naughty, they felt abused like someone was kicking me. But I knew it was all for a good cause, I can still feel the pressure as the nurse tells my husband that it’s time and calls for the doctor. All of this over me screaming help let’s go, get it out of me, is it time yet, oh my God this hurts so bad.. He came along at 8 p.m and out the gate he causes a disturbance, he pooped inside of me,he peed on the doctor, and he came out screaming. It was like he was telling her” oh no lady you don’t have to hit me on the butt I’m alive.” I could hear him crying over the heartbeat and blood that I could also hear rushing through my body, I heard the doctor scream that the baby had a lot of hair which would explain while I had a lot of heartburn.

 I was glad and ready to see him, I looked over at my husband’s face and he had the most beautiful smile. He was proud and so was I. I could not wait and when they finally brought him over to me, I laughed to myself because his eyes were already open he was looking directly at me. That’s the first picture that you see in the blog about complicated Chris, you see me holding him and a blanket and him looking at me with those eyes like what the hell is going on? I must admit my fingertips and most of my body were numb, my feet are swollen my who who was dead,I could not walk, I was starving , and all I wanted to do was get some sleep. Problem with that is when you’re in the hospital they’re always coming in the room for something, to poke you or to poke the baby, to check you or to check the baby, to see if your breastfeeding or to see if the baby had enough to drink and as tired as I was I was not in the mood to be bothered every few minutes out of the day. 

The only thing that matters is that he was here and I was ready to bring him home, I had no idea what I was really in for because I had it so easy with my first two pregnancies I thought this baby would be a breeze to and boy was I wrong!!!!!


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