Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Arya Hope's Birth Story

It was Tuesday May 14th, 2013.  I woke up, 3 days past my due date, and started getting ready for work.  I made my coffee, grabbed my lunch, and headed out the door for my hour long commute from New Jersey into Brooklyn.  I didn't feel any different.  I didn't have any contractions.  I only felt very very pregnant and anxious to have this baby!

Somewhere on the Staten Island Expressway I started feeling contractions.  Very painful contractions.  After the third one I decided I would time them.  They were lasting about a minute coming every three minutes.  I was in a lot of pain, but I just assumed that they would go away like all the other times.  They didn't.  By the time I was on the Verazzano Bridge they were coming every two minutes or so.  I called my sister who, blessedly, lives right off the bridge.  I called Andy to tell him to get ready to meet me at my parent's, who live right near the hospital.

By the time I got to my sister's apartment, I could barely talk.  The pain was so intense it felt like I was being sawed in half.  It took nearly an hour to get back to Jersey with all the traffic.  I thought I might die.  I remember thinking that I needed to poop really badly.  I practically crawled into my parents house, where I did in fact poop before going to the hospital.

Andy drove me to the hospital where he promptly got a wheelchair and I was zoomed up to L&D.  They got me into a bed straight away and the nurse checked me and told me that I was at a full 8 cm.  I practically begged for an epidural and they got my IV in and I was able to feel the sweet relief from the epidural.

I got comfortable, grabbed my phone and started updating my friends and family, settling in for what would surely be a long morning.  The doctor came in about 20 minutes later and checked me and said it was time to push.  9 pushes and 5 minutes later I heard the doctor say, "You have a baby girl" and I heard Arya's sweet cry.

I checked into the hospital at 9:36 and she was born at 10:59 (at first they told me 11:02, but on the birth certificate it says 10:59 am).  Labor was fast and furious, but I couldn't have had a better experience.

Small Things I Don't Want to Forget:

  • I punched my poor sister in the back twice while she was driving me.  Not because she made me angry, but because the pain was so intense.
  • How I cried when they said she was a girl.  I thought boy the entire time and it was such an emotional moment when I finally found out what sex Mrs. Petrillo was.  
  • Isabella was so happy when she found out she had a sister.
  • Isabella riding on my lap from L&D to the recovery room and how she was so proud of her sister and so excited to be snuggled up next to us in bed. 
  • Eating McDonald's right after getting to the recovery room.  
  • Since the labor was so fast there wasn't a lot of time for the epi to wear off and my legs felt like jelly.  


beckyj @ A Lazy Crazy Life said...

I love birth stories so much, especially fast and furious ones like these! So glad you had a good experience (and made it to the hospital in time)! Congrats again :)

Ariel @ Dreams To Do said...

You lucky gal! I love everything about this. Even the fact that you pooped before pushing! :) So happy for you. XOXO

Cyndy Newsome said...

You lucky mama! Congrats to your family.

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