The experience of having a baby was hardly any trip to the beach, but can be described as a wavelike effect. The feelings and emotions came and went, for what felt like eternity. It all began the moment I found out that I was pregnant. I had mixed feelings about having a baby because I felt I wasn’t ready and too young. I would soon learn that a baby would come whether I was ready or not. In the beginning I was sick for the first four months. I wasn’t able to eat anything. It was like my stomach refused everything I ingest and threw it back at me. I couldn’t brush my teeth, eat my favorite foods, I even felt sick to my stomach at the smell of certain people. I literally had no energy to do anything. I was weak and became very grouchy. A person cannot truly understand all that a woman endures having a baby, unless you experience it for yourself.
My first doctor’s appointment was very captivating; I asked many questions and got a full preview of the feast that seemed too big for me to finish. My doctor explained the process and stages of the pregnancy and what the start of labor would feel like. It all made sense once I reached my fifth month. I started to feel movement in my pelvic area. It felt like my skin was crawling and my organs were shifting positions. It was strange and kind of exciting to know that what you are feeling is another human moving and existing inside of you. My hand stayed on my stomach all day hoping to feel this person I’ll soon meet. I got to know my baby before I met her. I learned when the baby slept, when she was awake, what she liked and disliked. I even was able to see my stomach shift and move from one side to the other. At times my stomach got hard when the baby was towards the front and soft when the baby was more towards my butt. I began to urinate a lot. My bladder was a waterfall that flowed constantly.
Every normal task became more uncomfortable. I couldn’t sleep or walk. Trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in was like trying to rotate a heavy piece of equipment. I turned all night. Every stride I took was as if I was in slow motion, I was moving but not going fast enough. My stomach looked like it had swallowed a small basketball. My eyes started to look sunken in and my nose grew bigger. I began to feel small painful cramps and tightening that started at the top of my uterus and radiated downward into my back. It felt something similar to gas pains times one thousand. The doctor said these were called “Braxton-Hicks contractions, samples of what contractions would feel like. Each time I would have one, the bathtub became more of my friend. It was so soothing and warm. It was relaxing and made me want to sleep. Hot water does the body good.
Once I entered my eight month, the pains became more frequent and a little more intense. I was no longer having feelings of gas pains; they were more like strong menstrual cramps with charley horses in my lower back. I was going into false labor which landed me into the hospital. It was too early to deliver. At the end of my eight month I had dilated 2 centimeters.
Now it’s February and I’m into my ninth month. I began early labor. Contractions became more frequent. They would come every ten minutes and last 30 seconds each. Within one week of my due date, my mucus plug came out. It was a mucusy vaginal discharge that tinged with a bloody show. February 6th I went into labor. I was up all night trying to time the contractions. They became longer, stronger and closer together. They were coming every five minutes lasting 60 seconds each. The pain became a silent killer. I couldn’t breathe, sleep or concentrate. About 3:30pm, while I was trying to catch a nap, I was awakened by a sharp pain that felt like someone was squeezing my insides as hard as they could, and I noticed my pants was wet. I thought I urinated...