Let me just preface my birthing story with this: I am probably the most impatient person alive. My pregnant sister and I shared the same due date…which was so fun…until my beautiful little niece arrived two weeks early. Those last two weeks of waiting for my baby girl to arrive seemed to last forever and the anticipation of childbirth was daunting. I was kinda dreading it. I always heard that women typically labor and deliver similar to their mother's....well, my mom’s deliveries were difficult with each of us (all seven of us). She was in labor for 20+ hours and the deliveries were natural- but extremely hard with various complications. With that said, I did not really have a "birth plan"...this was my first baby and I did not know what to expect. Even after hours and hours of research, classes and conversations with other mamas- I just wanted to go into childbirth with an open mind and the intention for it to be as natural as possible.
Finally the day before my due date at around noon, my contractions began. I spent that afternoon with a dear friend, walking, pacing around the nursery and praying for my sweet Addison and the delivery. I even watched Ellen...because, ya know...only Ellen can make a mom in labor laugh. At around 8pm, my contractions were getting pretty strong and were about 2 minutes apart, so we called my doctor and decided to go to the hospital. I spent that evening and following morning laboring in the tub and walking laps around the delivery floor. After twelve hours and only progressing an additional ¾ cm (which left me extremely discouraged), my doctor decided to brake my water and begin a Pitocin drip. The next 6 hours seemed to stand painfully still and I eventually decided to get an epidural (which then slowed down my active labor). Another 3 hours passed and I decided to let the epidural wear off so that I was able to actually feel my contractions and know when I needed to push. After 2 ½ intense hours Addison finally arrived.
During the birth, she had aspirated meconium- several nurses rushed in to take care of her and get her lungs completely cleaned out. I know that this happens rather frequently during deliveries- but I was still worried for my brand new baby. Within a few minutes, Addison was on my chest and we spent the next hour snuggling, nursing and soaking in the moment as a brand new family of 3…it was perfect. It is so incredible to watch my precious girl grow-up and see similarities between her personality and how she entered this world. She is definitely a schedule-follower, yet milestones of course happen on her timing. She came exactly on her due date. Not a minute before or minute past. Her timing. On schedule..and I wouldn’t change a thing.