Its a tummy full
Mar 22 '00
To start off with, being pregnant is a wonderous occasion that any woman should be able to experience. Being a child of adoption though, I understand that some woman cannot enjoy this experience in its whole entirety and I empathize with those who cannot conceive. I praise every day that I have my own child, mouth and eyes and fingers like mine. A symbol of my husbands and my love for one another. This is a priceless gift I was given.
I was not married at the time I found out I was pregnant. I was actually trying to deny the fact that something was growing inside of me. It was only a couple inches big, if not less. No one would know except me. Then the day came where I went to take my pregnancy test for real at the doctors office and they confirmed the news. I was having a baby in less than 8 months. Congratulations to me. The party began.
The father and I decide to get married after all, a couple of months into the pregnancy. It was the greatest moment of my life at that time. I was the pretty bride with a pregnant glow around me. It was fabulous and I was still hiding my little secret from some. I would give anything to live that day over and over. It was one of the happiest days of my life.
The next week our big appointment came with the doctor. I got to hear the life of my child inside me, the heartbeat. I lifted up my shirt, and the doctor put some gooey stuff on my tummy and then put a little microphone looking thing over the goo. I heard something that sounded like a submarine ship or a sonar. It was the heartbeat of my unborn child. I almost kicked the doctor I was so excited. Could this really be my baby? It was the most amazing sound. I should have recorded it to play for her when shes older to let her know that thats the moment I knew that she was alive and all mine.
The first months of my pregnancy were easy, but the next few after that were just the same. No drama, no special effects, just normal pregnancy. The highest point in these months was during the 5 month. I got to go to my ultrasound and see what I had heard the months before. My babys heart, feet, legs, hands and maybe if it would let me, its personal parts so we could know what this life was, girl or boy. It actually didn't matter, but it was a nice bonus. Again, that gross gooey stuff went on the tummy and then the wand. The little ultrasound screen was so little, I thought I would not be able to see the baby but there it was. The most beautiful thing in the whole world, my baby. I didn't care what the sex was at that moment, I saw MY BABY. It was awesome. The moment came, the wand went to the particular spot, and there was not a boy part to be found. WE WERE HAVING A GIRL. Life could not get any better, or so I thought.
I got bigger and bigger as time went on and I was proud of my big belly. It showed the best part of me, my baby. At this doctors visit though, in my 7th or 8th month, they notified my that my blood pressure was up and they found protein in my urine. WHAT WHAT WHAT? I was shocked to find out something wrong was happening in my body and I vowed to have it fixed. I was officially put on bedrest and taken out of work, that was the only good part about this whole mess. That was my Christmas present from my doctor, no work for two or more months. Then the trauma began.
I had to visit my lovely doctors office twice a week, until the baby was born, to have a non stress test and urine test done. It was the most boring thing to lay there and wait for your baby to kick and move and push the button and just laying there was awful. The benefit overcame the boringness (lets make that a real word) of it though, I knew my baby was in safe hands, being checked so often. My parents came to me some of the visits and they loved seeing the baby move and kick to where you could see my belly moving all over creation. It was a joy to see the joy they never got to experience. True joy.
In the weeks prior to the birth of my child, I had the worst cold ever and I never thought I would conquer this evil sickness. I would cough and wet myself and change and start all over again. One day in particular though, after thinking I was getting better, I started to leak. I just assumed it was from me being sick, my body was just leaking like it was the weeks before. My husband came home from work and I had a little rush of fluid come out and I thought, hmm, well, maybe I should call the doctor. It was late at night and the nurse called me back. She said to wait and come in in the morning and they would check me out. My husband and I then proceeded to build the crib.
I went to the doctors in the morning and sure enough, the baby was on her way into the world. No contractions, no sign of labor, just the feeling of knowing that I was going to meet my child in the next couple of hours, maybe. We made it to the hospital in no time and checked in. I had to sign my life away in order to get my lovely gown and start the process. I had to get an IV after that and then they started the evil Potocin. The labor process began with a twinge of pain but nothing too big.
Two hours later, I was feeling this baby and it wasn't the best feeling in the world, IT HURT NOW. I was just about to scream when the doctor came in with my epidural. Thank you medical world for this amazing procedure. After the pinch, I felt nothing. AHHHHH, relief, rest, NOT.
8,9,10 centimeters. I was fully dilated and ready to push, wait, one push and the baby was already to come out. STOOOOOOOOP. The doctor had to be called and it was rush hour. There was no way she would make it in time to see my amazing feat. The nurses were focused on me and trying to keep that baby in until the doctor got there. 25 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes later and here comes the doctor FINALLY. We were ready to go. Pushing for about 10 times and wait, is that the head??? One more push to go and I would see my child. Ok, I can do it, PUUUUUSSHHHH!!! There she was! Born at 5:47 pm, my Mackenzee Dallas. Beautiful and all messy, my baby. All I wanted to do was hold her while my husband was in the corner trying to keep his lunch down. AHHHHH, finally my dreams and wishes have come true. I had my family, I could not ask for anything more. Well, maybe one more.
Being pregnant, like I said, in my eyes is the best gift that anyone could receive. I don't know if my experience was a truely good example because I had a really easy time. Maybe next time will be different, so until next time....
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Epinions.com ID:
macsmom77
|
|
Member: Julie McIlroy
Location: Phoenix AZ
Reviews written: 43
Trusted by: 50 members
|
|
|
© 1999-2009 Shopping.com, Inc.