My water broke at 3am, Tuesday July 23. I didn’t know it did. I passed it off as more mucus from the plug or fluid passing. I tried to go about my day and had gush episodes here and there. By 2pm I finally realized, hey I lost my plug a week ago. I wouldn’t still be leaking, especially clear and pink fluid. My ‘regular’ Braxton Hicks were gone. Then came some stomach pain and back aches. I called the doctor and they told me it sounded like my water broke and I needed to come in.
I came in and they saw I ruptured. I didn’t matter I was 1 centimeter dilated and only 50% effaced. The baby needed to come out. It’d have serious effects on the both of us. And I should have called in the morning when it happened. It was the first time I experienced any of it. She was only 38 weeks old in the womb. I expected it to happen at 39, not 38. I didn’t get to choose.
I got admitted and given a drug to induce labor. By 4 centimeters I was screaming and crying in pain. I got an epidural. It helped with some contractions but when it came time to push, I was helpless. They had to lessen my dose thinking if I felt more I would work harder to push her out. I tried. It was 2 and a half hours of yelling, swearing, and blood. Then her head finally came out. They basically ripped her out my vagina. I was given 4 stitches. And for myself a ticket to be admitted an extra day because how long my water was broke and the Strep B thing I tested positive for at my 36 week appointment. Now I’m here an extra day long because she has a mild case of jaundice and difficulty making bowel movement.
All said and done, she came. At her own time which I thought she was going too. On July 24, 2019 at 7:59Am. I had no issues breastfeeding with her but swollen overfull boobs. I never understood why people would do stuff like that. But now I see it’s part of nature. And you really think I’m going to pawn her off to someone or deal with people/situations and shit I don’t need too? Nope. Once she was born she gave me a reason to live and lead my life.