*Everyone is always stunned to hear this whole story so I will try to leave in all the details.*
It is now October. I am given the due date of October 27 for the birth of my daughter. I am so excited. I make a deal with God. "Please, God, put me in however much pain you want, make me suffer, just so long as you give me a healthy, happy, little girl."
Friday, October 18th I start feeling the contractions hit through out the day. They stay 15 - 20 minutes apart so I do not concern myself with them for awhile. I am worried though that Wesley isn't home and I had no way of contacting him since he was out with his dad so I just prayed he got home before I went into full labor. The day drags on and my contractions slowly wind down to 5 minutes apart. It's Friday night so my dad heads into work, Wesley and my mom take me to the hospital. I change my clothes and get into their stupid little gowns. They strap me into the monitor and check our vitals. The doctor comes and check my dilation. Nothing. He has me get up and walk around to speed up the process, 2 excruciating hours of walking later through contractions, nothing. Since I am not dilating they send me home. GOOD JOB MERCY!! So, I survive the night. I can't sleep because who can sleep with contractions 5 minutes apart. 8:00 am comes. My daddy gets home and I beg my parents to take me back to the hospital and MAKE them admit me... I can't take it anymore. We head in. Contractions still 5 minutes apart. Hooked back up to the monitors... I've dilated to 5 centimeters over the course of the night, yay... the way I felt I thought the baby was coming. It is now Saturday morning, the 19th of October, sweetest day =) Not so sweet for me, lol. Later in the afternoon they finally decide to give me an epidural. They keep putting it off because they say it slows down the labor process. It is now Saturday night and they decide to break my water. They break the water and it is green. (Now, I'm not a doctor but green water means the baby is in stress....) oh well, they think, they wait out the dilation. I hit 8 centimeters late Saturday night. I survive another night of being in labor. Sunday morning hits. My mom and dad and Wes stayed through the whole time. My dad is pacing the floor and looking very anxious. He never does that. I hear him ask to talk to the doctor and my mom and dad corner him in the hall way. It is now 9 am. I whole 50+ hours since my labor first began.
My mom and dad come back in. My mom hides in the corner and my dad comes up and takes my hand. The doctor comes in and checks my dilation again and sees I finally hit 10 centimeters ... but they are rushed now. The sterups come up. One nurse gets up in the bed with me and another nurse is forcing my legs apart as far as they go. The doctor stands there and tells me to push. As I push the nurse pushes down on my belly.... what the hell is happening? The doctor informs me we need to get the baby out as quick as we can. 10 minutes of this torture and the doctor tells everyone to stop. He heads back out in the hall way with my mom and dad hot on his heels. Wesley comes up and holds my hand, smiling down at me, letting me know we are going to see our baby soon.
My daddy comes back up to me. Takes my hand again and he is crying. My dad doesn't cry... what the hell is going on. The doctor comes back in and informs me they are going to do an emergency c-section. The babies heart beat has dropped dangerously low and it is imperative they get her out right away. I start crying too. They are going to cut me open? After 55 hours of labor they are going to cut me open?
I want my mom and dad there, I need them. But, I am only allowed in one person. Of course I must choose Wesley. Although I wanted him there, I wanted my mom and daddy there too. I was upset. They give Wesley his scrubs, head me into the operating room, dope me up a whole lot more and a whole bunch of pulling commences. Wesley keeps brushing my hair and telling me how good I am doing and we are going to see our baby in minutes. A great pull happens and the nurse tells us the baby is out. They don't show her to me... I want to see her!!! She isn't crying... why isn't she crying? A long time goes by and they are sewing me back up. They won't let Wes over to see her and it's not like I could get up. I am shaking so bad at this point from all the anesthesia and I am nauseous and throwing up bile. (Let me tell you the thought of throwing up with your stomach open is a terrifying thought, I thought I was going to rupture something and I tried so hard to swallow it back, it wasn't until a nurse told me it was okay to throw up that allowed myself to) a long time goes by and my baby finally starts crying. My baby. =) My sweet Serenity Autumn is crying her lungs out. I am still strapped to a table but they finally allow Wes to take her for a minute. He brings her over to me and we are both crying. They wisk her away and take me to recovery. I quickly fall asleep after 55+ hours of labor, no sleep, and a ton of anesthesia in my system. SO my beloved Wesley follows them to the nursery, watches them clean her up and get her ready and follow them down past the waiting room where my mom and dad get their first look at her. Everyone is crying. (I have pictures to prove it, hehe) all the while I am pretty oblivious to the world around me.
In the meantime, Wesley makes a call to spread the joy about the birth of his daughter. I wasn't there, I don't know what was said. He just tells me later that the only words he heard were, he ruined his life and he was heart broken. My mom came into the room to the screaming she heard on the phone and my poor Wesley balling his eyes out. She walks over to him, tells him it is a happy day and to hang up the phone. He does. My mom consoles him. Tells him he helped bring a beautiful miracle into the world and it was time to start our own family. He agrees and jumps into a new life with his soon to be wife and his new beautiful 7 lb 14 oz, 19 inch long baby girl. Serenity Autumn born at 10:20 on October 20, 2002.
I am put into my room where we stay and I wait anxiously for them to bring me my baby that I've waited so long to hold and see. I am no longer strapped down. I want my daughter. I want to hold her. Hours go by. They don't bring her to me. I finally demand that Wesley demand they give her to me. 8 or so hours after her birth, they finally bring me my daughter.
I am oblivious to the fact that there is ever anything wrong. My daddy on the other hand is pissed. He spends more time in the hallway talking to people then he does with me and his grand daughter. I don't understand why he keeps leaving. I don't understand why he has yet to come in and hold the baby.
He finally allows himself to come in and take the baby and sit with her for awhile. Lovingly looking down at her. I am so happy. My world is so complete.
A few days later they allow us to go home to start our new life. I have a newborn baby to take care of and a wedding to begin planning (I originally scheduled for April, but I really wanted a fall wedding so I held out until the following October).
It wasn't for a few years that I actually got the WHOLE story. My daddy never wanted to hurt or scare me.
The nurses tell my dad that the doctor did EVERYTHING wrong. He never should have sent me home the night before because the babies heart beat already wasn't as strong as it should be. And he definitely should have sent me in for an emergency c-section the moment they broke my water and it was green. They left my baby in stress for over 5o hours.... when they finally did the c-section her heart beat was almost non existent. The nurse told my dad the horrifying fact that my darling daughter was born, dead. Remember me telling you we heard no crying and they wouldn't show her to us? They had to clean all the gunk out of her lungs, get her breathing again, and restart her heart... how dreadful to know that. Believe me had I known sooner that doctor would have NEVER worked again. It's why I didn't get my baby for so many hours after wards because they were monitoring her heart and breathing.
God kept his promise though... 55 hours of labor, tons of pain and I didn't complain once. My daughter is perfectly healthy, happy, intelligent, energetic 7 year old. I am just so upset for the pain and misery she endured during that time.
That is the birth of my daughter Serenity.... now you know.
Friday, October 18th I start feeling the contractions hit through out the day. They stay 15 - 20 minutes apart so I do not concern myself with them for awhile. I am worried though that Wesley isn't home and I had no way of contacting him since he was out with his dad so I just prayed he got home before I went into full labor. The day drags on and my contractions slowly wind down to 5 minutes apart. It's Friday night so my dad heads into work, Wesley and my mom take me to the hospital. I change my clothes and get into their stupid little gowns. They strap me into the monitor and check our vitals. The doctor comes and check my dilation. Nothing. He has me get up and walk around to speed up the process, 2 excruciating hours of walking later through contractions, nothing. Since I am not dilating they send me home. GOOD JOB MERCY!! So, I survive the night. I can't sleep because who can sleep with contractions 5 minutes apart. 8:00 am comes. My daddy gets home and I beg my parents to take me back to the hospital and MAKE them admit me... I can't take it anymore. We head in. Contractions still 5 minutes apart. Hooked back up to the monitors... I've dilated to 5 centimeters over the course of the night, yay... the way I felt I thought the baby was coming. It is now Saturday morning, the 19th of October, sweetest day =) Not so sweet for me, lol. Later in the afternoon they finally decide to give me an epidural. They keep putting it off because they say it slows down the labor process. It is now Saturday night and they decide to break my water. They break the water and it is green. (Now, I'm not a doctor but green water means the baby is in stress....) oh well, they think, they wait out the dilation. I hit 8 centimeters late Saturday night. I survive another night of being in labor. Sunday morning hits. My mom and dad and Wes stayed through the whole time. My dad is pacing the floor and looking very anxious. He never does that. I hear him ask to talk to the doctor and my mom and dad corner him in the hall way. It is now 9 am. I whole 50+ hours since my labor first began.
My mom and dad come back in. My mom hides in the corner and my dad comes up and takes my hand. The doctor comes in and checks my dilation again and sees I finally hit 10 centimeters ... but they are rushed now. The sterups come up. One nurse gets up in the bed with me and another nurse is forcing my legs apart as far as they go. The doctor stands there and tells me to push. As I push the nurse pushes down on my belly.... what the hell is happening? The doctor informs me we need to get the baby out as quick as we can. 10 minutes of this torture and the doctor tells everyone to stop. He heads back out in the hall way with my mom and dad hot on his heels. Wesley comes up and holds my hand, smiling down at me, letting me know we are going to see our baby soon.
My daddy comes back up to me. Takes my hand again and he is crying. My dad doesn't cry... what the hell is going on. The doctor comes back in and informs me they are going to do an emergency c-section. The babies heart beat has dropped dangerously low and it is imperative they get her out right away. I start crying too. They are going to cut me open? After 55 hours of labor they are going to cut me open?
I want my mom and dad there, I need them. But, I am only allowed in one person. Of course I must choose Wesley. Although I wanted him there, I wanted my mom and daddy there too. I was upset. They give Wesley his scrubs, head me into the operating room, dope me up a whole lot more and a whole bunch of pulling commences. Wesley keeps brushing my hair and telling me how good I am doing and we are going to see our baby in minutes. A great pull happens and the nurse tells us the baby is out. They don't show her to me... I want to see her!!! She isn't crying... why isn't she crying? A long time goes by and they are sewing me back up. They won't let Wes over to see her and it's not like I could get up. I am shaking so bad at this point from all the anesthesia and I am nauseous and throwing up bile. (Let me tell you the thought of throwing up with your stomach open is a terrifying thought, I thought I was going to rupture something and I tried so hard to swallow it back, it wasn't until a nurse told me it was okay to throw up that allowed myself to) a long time goes by and my baby finally starts crying. My baby. =) My sweet Serenity Autumn is crying her lungs out. I am still strapped to a table but they finally allow Wes to take her for a minute. He brings her over to me and we are both crying. They wisk her away and take me to recovery. I quickly fall asleep after 55+ hours of labor, no sleep, and a ton of anesthesia in my system. SO my beloved Wesley follows them to the nursery, watches them clean her up and get her ready and follow them down past the waiting room where my mom and dad get their first look at her. Everyone is crying. (I have pictures to prove it, hehe) all the while I am pretty oblivious to the world around me.
In the meantime, Wesley makes a call to spread the joy about the birth of his daughter. I wasn't there, I don't know what was said. He just tells me later that the only words he heard were, he ruined his life and he was heart broken. My mom came into the room to the screaming she heard on the phone and my poor Wesley balling his eyes out. She walks over to him, tells him it is a happy day and to hang up the phone. He does. My mom consoles him. Tells him he helped bring a beautiful miracle into the world and it was time to start our own family. He agrees and jumps into a new life with his soon to be wife and his new beautiful 7 lb 14 oz, 19 inch long baby girl. Serenity Autumn born at 10:20 on October 20, 2002.
I am put into my room where we stay and I wait anxiously for them to bring me my baby that I've waited so long to hold and see. I am no longer strapped down. I want my daughter. I want to hold her. Hours go by. They don't bring her to me. I finally demand that Wesley demand they give her to me. 8 or so hours after her birth, they finally bring me my daughter.
I am oblivious to the fact that there is ever anything wrong. My daddy on the other hand is pissed. He spends more time in the hallway talking to people then he does with me and his grand daughter. I don't understand why he keeps leaving. I don't understand why he has yet to come in and hold the baby.
He finally allows himself to come in and take the baby and sit with her for awhile. Lovingly looking down at her. I am so happy. My world is so complete.
A few days later they allow us to go home to start our new life. I have a newborn baby to take care of and a wedding to begin planning (I originally scheduled for April, but I really wanted a fall wedding so I held out until the following October).
It wasn't for a few years that I actually got the WHOLE story. My daddy never wanted to hurt or scare me.
The nurses tell my dad that the doctor did EVERYTHING wrong. He never should have sent me home the night before because the babies heart beat already wasn't as strong as it should be. And he definitely should have sent me in for an emergency c-section the moment they broke my water and it was green. They left my baby in stress for over 5o hours.... when they finally did the c-section her heart beat was almost non existent. The nurse told my dad the horrifying fact that my darling daughter was born, dead. Remember me telling you we heard no crying and they wouldn't show her to us? They had to clean all the gunk out of her lungs, get her breathing again, and restart her heart... how dreadful to know that. Believe me had I known sooner that doctor would have NEVER worked again. It's why I didn't get my baby for so many hours after wards because they were monitoring her heart and breathing.
God kept his promise though... 55 hours of labor, tons of pain and I didn't complain once. My daughter is perfectly healthy, happy, intelligent, energetic 7 year old. I am just so upset for the pain and misery she endured during that time.
That is the birth of my daughter Serenity.... now you know.
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