I love birth stories. I love hearing about little miracles that happen everyday.
Lane’s Birth Story
Farmer was on second shift during the first 4 years of our marriage. I was working full time during the day and Farmer worked from early in the evening to way up in the night. I was so thrilled I had saved enough days to carry me through 6 weeks of paid maternity leave. I worked really hard to make my appointments to where I could do them at my lunch break or after work. I knew we needed my paycheck. Well, things were about to change. I went to my 35 week appointment. The Dr. told me to go on full bed rest because I had started dilating just to 1 cm but that scared me to death. I got really depressed because I knew at that point I would run out of time before my 6 weeks would be up.
Finally I got over that. My coworkers offered to give me their leave but I decided that someone ill would need that but I was so touched by their thoughtfulness. We got through it just fine. I put in for my leave not knowing how long I would be out. So I came home and crashed well almost. I still had to do laundry and dishes because I did have to eat. Some things that cost me! A cow got out luckily my sis and my mom was here but yes I had to help she was crazy and I knew she would get by them, I held my belly up yes that was some funny business. That was all I did for two weeks besides going to doctor visits.
Then I couldn’t help but go and get groceries and all the last minute things. YES BY MYSELF. We had a farm to run and hubby worked second shift. So I ran to Walmart. Got two buggies over flowing full with no help from any of the store personnel. LOOK I WAS ABOUT TO POP you would have thought someone would have asked if I needed help. NOPE!
Good thing, I did all that because four days later I drove my self to the Doctor at 9 am because farmer was still sleeping and being the good wife I am I didn’t want to disturb him. I wasn’t feeling right but I didn’t feel bad. I had no pain. My nurse hooked me up to a monitor came back and said Little Miss you are in labor. I said what? Luckily, I called my mom before hand and she decided to come up just in case. Because the Doctor came in and said you need to go to the hospital. He said, “by the way how did you get here?” My response, “I drove!” Of course I got in return, “NO NO NO you are suppose to be on bed rest!” Anyways, I drove myself the 1 mile to the hospital and checked myself in with my mom by my side. I called Farmer and he said I will be there as soon as I feed. WHAT!?! Okay I tell him, by this time it is about 11 am. Still I am in hardly no pain dilated 5 cm. I chose to go natural no pain meds at all. They knew that but NO one asked my opinion about what happened next. Then they hook my up to pitocin to help speed me up. I will never again have that unless I am not progressing at all or have to be induced. btw, we aren’t having any more children just for the record.
Finally at 12:30 pm I start feeling a little pain. Farmer is still not there. I am not worried at this point. They come back in and check me and I am at 7 cm. They break my water to help speed the birth up. WHOA my husband isn’t here. Hold up. Nah, they do it anyways. I am starting to get worried. It is pushing 1:15 pm and I am wanting to start pushing but can’t. FINALLY sometime after 1 he comes in. Bout time bud! My legs went to sleep and my sister came in to check on me and I was scared because I couldn’t feel below my hips I really jumped down her throat. Sorry sis, I was just scared. I can’t say sorry enough. I don’t talk like that to her. I wasn’t me! Skipping all the gory details (which is hilarious looking back on but wasn’t at the time) 1 hour of a little more than medium pain and 20 minutes of pushing my little farmer was born at 2:32 pm February 25, 2003 weighing 7 lbs 4.2 ozs.
What a beautiful day that was!
This post is linked up to Mommy’s Piggy Tales.