Dorrian's Birth Story

I have been wanting to write about this for quite sometime now. The only reason I have not is because I did not think it was "dramatic" enough to attract readers. But (almost) every single mamma blog I stumbleupon has their birth story. So I figured what the hay, I will share mine. Here we go.

To start off, the decision in having a baby. That's a big word, decision. Because it was a huge decision that I made in such a short time. After two months of meeting my husband we decided on having a baby. WHAT?! You are probably thinking. But yes.. two months. I guess you could say we were the "love at first sight" kind of couple if you believe in that kind of thing. So hopefully I don't have to explain any further about how my son came about etc..  ya know. Anyways, I was new to the whole trying for a baby thing. I thought maybe the next day after trying I would wake up puking my organs out like in all the movies and Sims. But I didn't. So I started worrying. I thought to myself maybe I am not meant to have children, maybe I am not fertile. I lost sleep over it. But my husband (boyfriend/fiance at the time) told me it was alright. Six weeks later I took a pregnancy test and to my surprise there it was.. a positive sign. Thing was though it was barely a positive sign. It was very faint. I started googling with the pee stick in my hand and found out that no matter what if it even looks like a positive sign, then it's positive. I was one happy pregnant 18 year old.

I won't lie. I was terrified. Because I told myself everyday growing up that I would never ever ever have a baby. The way the movies played it out it just looked to painful and miserable. But that changed after my husband spoke the words, "I want to have a baby." But after I found out I was pregnant it seemed as though I was more excited then scared. I was already in love with my baby before he even developed into a baby.

My nine months were just... well, miserable. Now I loved being pregnant, it was a god given gift. But hey it is hard. I really did feel as though I was carrying a giant watermelon all day. I don't think men realize how hard it is. My feet would swell and my back would ache, But I got through it. I remember walking up and down the roads (like a mile or two) to Walmart from our apartment for milk or essentials like that because at the time we didn't have a car. But all that stopped whenever I was 25 weeks pregnant because my father in law gave us a vehicle. I was a pretty strong, in shape (if you are not counting my basketball belly) mamma. I would even walk to get my husband a bite to eat and walk it over to his job for him whenever he could not leave. Because I loved him and I enjoyed the walks.

I was pretty huge. A small girl like me, oh my stomach stood out. But it was the cutest. I would do it over and over again.

Nine months went farely slow and fast all at the same time. I was terrified of GYN doctors, I never wanted to go to one growing up. Whenever my mother would tell me about them I would cringe. Mainly because I was shy and I did not like the fact of being butt naked on a table with someone you just met checking you out. No way jose. But I did it. Every month, to every week, and then to delivery. I did it. My GYN was glorious, I loved her. After I had my son, when she would walk into my room is was like an angel. Because she was the reason my son was here, she was the reason I was able to hold him. For that, I loved her for.

After nine months of drama, pain and lack of sleep. My GYN finally announced that I would have to be induced. Because I just was not going into labor on my own. I was wanting to be induced before 40 weeks, but she didn't think it would be alright. So exactly at 40 weeks she wanted to induce me. Google became my best friend at this time. Because I was given a date and time of when I would be having my baby and this was just a terrifying though. It's one thing to have to go in when you went in labor natural. But when you are scheduled for it, it's all you can think about. I remember on the 12 of November was when she wanted to induce me that night at 8 o'clock. So as you can figure that whole day I was just thinking about the pain. Oh and if I was going to poop on the table. The night before that my husband found me crying in my closet with my knees bent to my forehead (kinda), on the floor. I was scared. I hated knowing when I was going to have him and not waiting for the moment. After arriving to the hospital and getting into the awkward gowns that I made darn sure I tied as tight as possible, everything seemed a little better. My nurse is what made everything more calm. I guess she could tell how nervous I was from my shaking and one word replies to her questions. She pricked the IV in my hand. On a way we go... After water being popped, the inducing stuff and some crap that starts with a P I think in my IV I was in labor. I was in labor for about 18 hours or longer. My husband stuck by my side through it all. He held my hand through the contractions and everything. Lets just say the epidural they gave me was a life saver because I was in pain. I felt awkward not being to move my legs and the nurse having to move them like I was a baby, but it was well worth it. I remember the nurses coming in to adjust me because of my dialation. They would put me in awkward positions I didn't think were possible. After awhile I was 10 cm dialated and they told me it was time. My husband was passed out on the sofa and it took me a good 15 minutes to wake him up, poor thing. I yelled "Spencer, it's time. I am ready to push." I never saw him move faster then he did that moment. After 18 hours of labor, 3 hours of pushing.. he was here. Let me tell ya, I handled the pushing and everything like a champ. The only thing I hated was the part where I could not breathe and pressure of course. But I did it. My husband was a nervous wreck he thought I was dying. I was yelling out, "I can't do this. Just cut me open!" He was terrified. Lol. But hey those men should be, they have it easy.

I love him. Honestly, I could not ask for a better life. I know I am young. But I am a great wife and I am an even greater mother. This is Dorrian's birth story, I hope you enjoyed yourself.

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