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I wouldn't trade a single thing about my life for anything. All the events have shaped me into the woman I am today.
I labored for a week at home while my doctor was on vacation. When he came back, he was shocked to see how far down hill I had gone during his absence. My toxemia had gotten worse, so he decided it was time for me to have the baby.
He induced me at midnight. I was already at 2 cm and 50% effaced. He left me to labor that night. He returned at noon (12 hours of hard labor later) to check my progress. I had only dilated an additional centimeter. So, he broke my water and inserted an interuterine pressure monitor. My contractions were measuring 210+ on the monitor (this is an outrageously high number).
Finally, after 18 hours of greuling, unmedicated labor, it was time to push. Devin was born shortly after. His name means "The Devine Fighter". His father's side of the family is still pretty much MIA but he doesn't do without. |
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