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.