August 3, 2012
In the early hours is when the contractions got really bad. Daddy was asleep so I tried to bear it on my own as much as I could. There were a few times when I needed to hold his hand so badly. It didn’t take away the pain but just having him support me in that way was… soothing in a way. He only woke up a few times when I called out his name. Otherwise it was just me dealing with it. Grandma came back after she was off work and it was nice to have her there to support me too. Daddy finally got up and then grandma laid down to rest since she’d been up all night working and checking on me through the night calling to see how I was doing. It was nice having daddy be awake to hold my hand through the contractions every few minutes. Eventually he left me to find something to eat but this time I had grandma as company while he was away. He came back and kept me company again for a little while before your God mother showed up and daddy kept her company a few times. Eventually the contraction were just too close together for me to withstand the pain and I asked for an epidural. It was around 3 (just 5 hours before you were born, little did I know) so I did pretty well resisting the pain. Your aunt Daja called me to talk to me and ask a bunch of questions about what was going on and how I was feeling. Unfortunately not much later I noticed the epidural wearing off. Turns out, the one I had, had a leak in it. So the medicine wasn’t getting where it needed to go. This time the pain was excruciating. I couldn’t bear it at all. And unfortunately for me, the anesthesiologist was in a surgery doing a C Section so I had to wait for what seemed an eternity to get a new epidural. Luckily, when she finally did come, the second epidural worked as it was supposed to. This time I went straight to sleep. When I woke up I had dilated to 9 cm. Just one away from being able to push you out. And I felt it. I felt you trying to push your way down. All the pressure of my body wanting to push you out. I prepared myself to push and I prayed I could do it quickly. I hoped I could get you out safely and quickly so I could hold you. So I could know you were ok. And just a few short pushes you were here! My baby girl was finally here. At 8:22 pm I finally got you out. It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. I cried; I was so happy! It was the best moment of my life.