As of my last post we were scheduled to go back to the doctor Wednesday (July 14) afternoon. I was not looking forward to this appointment. The doctor was going to check me again and if I had not progressed she was going to send me down to labor and delivery and insert a balloon catheter to help speed up my progression so I could be induced on Thursday morning. I truly did not want this procedure to happen. So I said my prayers really hard and told Spencer that he better say his too.
Tuesday night we went and had dinner at La Fiesta since this would most likely be our last dinner our for a while. Plus I didn't feel like cooking and I LOVE La Fiesta. We came home and hung out then went to sleep. Well, Spencer went to sleep. I on the other hand could not sleep because I was nervous about the doctors appointment the next day and the baby was moving so much I just could not get comfortable. I was also praying very hard to God to just let my water break on its on. So around 1:45 AM I woke up startled and something felt very different. I got up and went to the restroom. I then stood up and felt a trickle down my leg. I yelled for Spencer to wake up because I thought my water had broken. He was comatose. He finally woke up and I called the doctor and she told me to come on in. I jumped in the shower and by this time I began to feel a gush. My water had definitely broken. Spencer put our things in the car and off we went to the hospital. We arrived around 2:45 and the nurse did her test to make sure my water had broken and indeed it had. Praise the Lord! My prayers had been answered. They hooked me to fluids and pitocin and my contractions begin to increase. I got an epidural and some nice pain medication and settled in. When we arrived at the hospital I was 2.5 cm dilated. We were on track to having this baby. Around 7:00 they check me again and I was 5 cm dilated. We made calls to our parents about this time. We didn't call when we left for the hospital because we knew it might still be a little while. Around nine o'clock my parents, Katie, and April arrived. We were visiting in the labor and delivery room. Then around 9:45 they checked me again and I was 9.5 cm dilated. Everyone came back in and got there things and the nurse begin to set up the room because I was soon about to begin pushing.
I began pushing around 10:15. Everything was going pretty well. We were really thinking the baby would be here around 11:00. Well, 11:00 came and went and I was still pushing. The doctor came in around 11:45 and I overheard her whispering or rather talking in a quiet voice with the nurse. The baby's heart rate had also began to increase. It was now in the 180's and even went to 205. Spencer had been watching the monitor the whole time and he knew something was up. We tried pushing a little more, but she could just not make it over the pubic bone. I spiked a fever and the baby's heartrate was not decreasing so the Dr. informed us it was best to do a C section. At this point the tears began to flow. I have never been in the hospital before nor have I ever had any major surgery and this was the last thing I wanted. However, I knew the Dr. had our best interest at heart and knew what she was doing. Next thing I knew there were a flood of nurses, doctors, and anesthesiologists prepping me for surgery. This literally took like 10 min then they wheel me down the hall to the OR. Spencer had to wait like 10 min before he could join me. Once he arrived in the OR I felt much better and knew it would only be a matter of minutes before we would meet our baby.
Next thing I know I hear the doctor's say we have a girl. I was sort of in shock yet felt like I knew all along it was a little girl. It was love at first sight.
There is more to this story to it will be continued...
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Yay! My water broke so we are leaving the house at 2:30 to go to the hospital.








