Making the phone calls were horrible. My pregnancy came as a shock for everyone including Ryan and I but everyone was looking forward to the baby. I had fought so hard to have her in my life but she never could make it. My dad couldn't be found, for the first time in what seemed like forever, he left his cell phone at home when he went out. My mom was at the hair dressers and I had to tell her. Ryan's mom and father are divorced and at this time his father was unfortunally out of town. Ryan's mom, came as fast as she could to join us and it was so hard to see the tears in their eyes as their feelings matched ours.
I choice to have an amnio done before I started to be induced to have the baby. I was quickly moved to a private room on the 5th floor of the Children's Hospital and I couldn't help but cry every few minutes. My mom spend the entire time by my side as did Ryan and I thank God everyday for them, I couldn't of done it without either one of them there.
It took nearly 2 days to get my body ready to deliver this baby. I was given a pill vaginally every 6 hours in hopes to start the process and it never seemed to work, I remained for what seemed like forever at 1cm. It felt like I had to use the washroom every 10 minutes and I was having strong contradications.
I remember laying in bed crying saying to my mom, I can feel the baby kicking, the baby is kicking, the baby is kicking and only to have to listen to my mom tell me that the baby was not kicking that I was having contradications. Everytime they came to give me another pill, it hurt more and more.
October 30th around 2am, the nurse checked me and told me I was 3-4cm dialiated now and I could be moved down to labour and delivery.
In the labor and delivery room, I don't remember a whole lot. I remember being pushed in a wheel chair down there. I remember them having trouble putting my epidural when I was sitting up they let me lay down to put it in. After that medicine started to flow, I slept for nearly 3 hours before I was checked again. When the doctor checked me I was 10cm and ready to deliver. 10:20am my mom called to tell my dad, I was ready to deliver the baby and he should come down to the hopsital. The baby was breeched and it hurt a lot to deliver the baby. I felt as if I was tearing though I knew I wasn't. I can't tell you the number of times I thought maybe it was a mistake, maybe the baby will cry, maybe things will be okay. 10:33am, I give one last big push and a baby is born into the arms of God. The minute I am told the baby was a girl, all three of us (my mom, myself and Ryan) start to cry. I knew it was a little girl all along and I wanted one so badly.
The nurse cleaned Rebecca and put a little outfit on her for me and a knitted pink hat, before handing my daughter to me for the first time. I started to cry. Her face and whole body was so red but she was perfectly formed. Nothing was wrong about her in the least. She looked perfect. You could even see the little bits of brown hair, just like her dad's, coming in. Weighing in at 1 pound 15 ounzes and 14 inches long she was our little angel.
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