Anthony Matthew
James's Birth StoryBy Hillary
Well I guess I need to start somewhere I had been having some complications. I had extremly high blood pressure and swelling so the doctors had decided to induce me on Friday Jan 10th 1992. Well I didn't make it.
8 am Jan 9th,1992
I woke up ate breakfast then five min later got sick. Thought that was odd but otherwise felt fine.
9am
Tried to eat again and again and got sick. Got a phone call from the nurse telling me I needed to have a stress test done. I had very very dangerously high blood pressure and severe swelling and water weight, in fact I didn't even have ankles anymore just dimples, so I called my bestfriend Nikki and went to pick up her up, stopped by the store and got me a bottle of Pepto-Bismol to help ease my tummy
10 am
Got to the hospital and found where I was suppose to have the test. They started the test and we watched soaps. Anyhow during the test the nurse commented about how I was having contractions. I said I didn't feel any she said that was normal. The test went great hour later we were on our way home.
11am to 3 pm
I spent the rest of the day trying to keep down water and anything else. I called my doc and told him I was dying of the flu and he must do something about it. He called in a prescription for the vomiting and I called my mom and she said she would go pick it up on her way home and bring me some soup and Gatorade.
3pm
Matt came home from school and I fixed him a hamburger I decided I was to hungry not to eat so I ate one too expecting to just throw it back up soon anyhow.
4pm
Matt went to work I went to bed
5pm
I woke up wet thinking I had peed the bed. I went to the bathroom and noticed it wasn't urine at least I didn't think it was and all of a sudden it occurred to me I hadn't gotten sick and I felt much better. About that time my MIL called to see how I was doing. I told her that I thought my water might have broken and that I needed to call the doctor. She said ok.
5:30pm
I called the nurse and left a message. They called back and I explained what had happened. She asked me if I was in labor. I said I don't know what does it feel like? She asked was I having contractions. I said I didn't think so but then I didn't know what they felt like either. She wasn't very helpful (kind of nasty if ya ask me) but she said she would page the doctor and have him call.
6pm
Doc called and said to go to the hospital to be evaluated, probably nothing but just in case. I called Matt who was at work he asked if I could wait. I said no so he came home not really believing me. My mom gets home I tell her I have to go she said ohhhhhhh I should have known that is exactly how I felt when I went into to labor with you maybe he will be born tonight. It's the 9th and you were born on the 9th. I said no mom if I am in labor it will be hours. Not till tomorrow will the baby will be here
6:30
Got to the hospital I was having cramping but no real contractions. They tell me someone else is being evaluated too so Matt will have to wait in the waiting room down the hall. I go in and its my bestfriend from grade school. She is due in Feb and is in premature labor they have me get undressed and they check me. They are a bit annoyed but I was 7 cm. I laughed haaaaaaaaaa. I begin to have have hard labor pains as soon as they are done and I am begging for med. They get me a room and started hooking up stuff so fast my head spins. They give a iv and then a shot of nuban so I was very fuzzy , then they ask me lots of questions. RIGHT like I can think straight. I remember to ask where Matt is and they say ohhhh I forgot and they go get him.
8pm
Time is passing slowly for me. They won't give me an epidural because I am so far along. I think they are cruel and inhumane sick individuals. I think they are outside my door having a party. I hate them, I really really hate them. Matt family is there ugh. I grab Matt and tell him to get them out all of them! He obeys and they leave. My mom comes in and trys to be helpful but there is not help to be had for me. I am having a contraction and she says breathe. I growl and grit my teeth to hard and say I AM BREATHING IF I WASN'T BREATHING I WOULD BE DEAD AND THAT WOULD STILL BE BETTER THAN THIS GET OUTTTTTT! She begins to cry after the contraction is over I feel bad but not bad enough to say so.
8pm to 11pm
Very hazy for me. I wanted to quit to go home, to be hit in the head with a hammer anything and anywhere but to be here. However they don't let ya leave so I decide they are all enjoying this I think they are demented and are out there laughing at me. I am sure of that ya know. I know I watched the movie GHOST, and STAR TREK but the rest is bit of a blur. I can't even say who was all in and out of my room.
11pm
About now I begin to feel the urge to push. I tell Matt the baby is on the way he said no I said YES! I win. He calls the nurse. She say I was just checked and I was only 9cm. I say soooooo?? She trys to lay me on my left side. I want to hit her and I want to tell her what I think of her but decide not to. When I lay down the urge to push was so overwhelming! I began to panic a bit she finally decides to check me probably just to say "see I told you so". Anyhow she checks and baby's head is on it's way out! She screams don't push! and begin to to get all the stuff taken apart and calls the doc. I am laying there dyingggggg!
11:30
Finally bed and things are ready! Meanwhile there is no doctor. At this point I don't care just someone catch, anyone I have to push! I can't pant one more single min not one!
11:45
Doc is here and they finally say push what relief I push and push and push for seems like eternity. It's not but I decided they are lying when they say he is almost here. I decide the baby is not really coming out and that they need to cut him out. I decided maybe I shouldn't make decisions right now and that I am totally incompent to do anything beside lay there and push. So I push.
11:49
Matt says he can really see the head. I push really hard and throw up all the Gatorade he snuck me all over him (I think back on that and smile... I mean really really smile the sort of cheshire cat grin!)
11:50
Anthony Matthew James is finally born. I have never felt such a rush of excitement my entire life and nothing has ever felt soooo good! He is soooo huge and so very very very perfect. He was a little hard to start but was so pink when they held him up. I fell in love at that very moment in time and knew he would not me my last. This was only the beginning.
1998
6yrs later I have to say that was a turning point in my life. He has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is a 6 yr. old genus very very bright and so handsome. He has the cutest freckles on his nose and he is a great big brother.
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