July 31, 2017
When it was confirmed that I was expecting the two thoughts that instantly went through my mind were, “Wow, I’m going be a mom” and “I hope I don’t shit on myself giving birth”. August 10th was the calculated big day, but baby and I talked and agreed on August 19th, for my own selfish reasons. She clearly disregarded our talk. I guess she got tired of being cramped up in my uterus and decided to make a break for it. I feel like no part of my pregnancy was usual. Everything had a funny story behind it, this is my birthing story.
About a week prior to my delivery I had to have a vaginal abscess drained. I was starved for about 10 hours before it was my turn in the operating room. Honestly, I never want to see an OR again. Entering the room, there were so many white lights, and it smelled like nothing. I felt like I was entering my death. After receiving a spinal tap, and being strapped to the table (as if I could move), the “operation” was over as soon as it started. I then had to sit in a recovery room until I was able to lift my legs. This took hours. I was getting hungrier and more agitated by the minute.
Once I was able to lift my legs, I was taken back into my room. They put air compression cuffs on my legs so I wouldn’t get blood clots as the spinal tap continues to wear off. I hated everything about the spinal tap, which solidified my decision for a natural birth. I was so relieved to have that painful abscess removed, I was stitched up and waiting to be discharged. As I waited I started to feel pain in my lower back, and pressure as if I had to use the bathroom. I called the nurse in, and she told me “Oh that’s just the antibiotics honey. You’ve probably been constipated since you got here, I wouldn’t worry about”. So I didn’t worry about it. My detachment sergeant came to the hospital to check on me and I remember him saying “Watch you’ll be right back in next week to have that baby Langston”. And he was correct.
Saturday, July 29, 2017, after eating dinner, I was trying to clean up the kitchen but I began to feel pressure (contractions) again. In my mind, I’m like “damn it’s the antibiotics again let me try to use the bathroom.” That was a fail, so I said to hell with the dishes. I’d just clean them tomorrow, and I laid down. Every 4 hours throughout the night the pressure came back and each time I tried to use the bathroom with no luck. By the morning the contractions were about 45mins apart. But I was in serious denial and kept the contractions out of my mind.
I went to a sergants house for lunch with a friend and enjoyed some turkey burgers with Mac and Cheese on the side. As we ate and talked, the contractions were coming closer and slower together. My friend used an app to track my contractions. 20 minutes, 10 minutes, 7 minutes, 5 minutes “pack a bag and head to the hospital” the app tells us. I was STILL in denial, I’m not in labor it’s just the antibiotics I kept telling myself. I realize I never packed my hospital bag, I only packed Nora’s. So we grab the baby bag and headed to Walmart. I hop on the electric scooter-cart and wheel around as fast as I could to pick up the things I needed.
Finally I get all of the things I needed, and I’m in the car on the way to the hospital as I’m talking to Nora’s dad. On the inside I was panicking, but I kept my composure because I knew he was already feeling some type of way from not being able to be with me since we live in different states. Soon arriving to the hospital, I was wheelchaired to the labor and delivery section of the hospital. I was 5 centimeters dilated, and I was no longer in denial. I was definitely having a baby.
The pain was surpiingly manageable until I was about 8.5cm dilated. At that point they were lasting for about 2 minutes with only 30 second breaks in between. I was trying to stay relaxed and calm during but at times I lost my composure (as any person would in this situation). Screaming, cursing, I started punching the side of the hospital bed so hard the doctors came in and lectured me. I was shivering between contractions, and on fire while I was having them. I felt like I was going in and out of reality at sometimes. The doctor checked my cervix again, 9.5cm dilated. “Can I push now?”, no I couldn’t because of a mesely 0.5 of a centimeter. About an hour goes by and a nurse comes in to check me, it yielded the same results. But instead of making me wait, she took her fingers and just push the cervix aside and called in the doctor so I could start to push.
Finally, time to push. “Get this baby out of me” worlds most famous birthing quote. One of my friends assisted the doctors with holding my leg, while the other held my phone up so her dad could watch via FaceTime (thank god for technology). Pushing was surprisingly the easiest and quickest part of labor, but also the most painful. It took me about three pushes to get her little big head to pop out, and maybe two pushes to get one of her arms out. The doctors just pulled her out and gave her to me. Instant skin to skin calmed her, and reality then set in. I’m a mom. Nora Kyriel Oswell was born on Monday, July 31, 2017 at 1:29am. She was 6lbs, 6oz and 19 inches. I may be a little biased, but I believe she is the cutest human on earth.