I am a superwoman. I had my second child last week. I am happy to report she is doing well and we are very happy. I am sure my labor story is not the greatest but it was quite eventful and at first I felt very strong, even heroic for the way I handled it.
Last Saturday morning I told my niece it felt like the baby was trying to tunnel her way out. I didn’t think much of it. Saturday evening I went to work. While working I felt the baby tunneling every now and again. I wouldn’t say it was painful but very uncomfortable. It never occurred to me that this uncomfortable feeling was labor.
While I was working the lights went out. I texted my boss and told him I would come back if the electricity came back on. During those couple of hours with no electricity I decided to take a shower and laid down for a little while. I still had that uncomfortable feeling. It still didn’t occur to me I was in labor. When the lights came back on, back to work I went. I was having issues with my Internet and took a couple of phone calls but had to leave work since my Internet connection was slow.
“Are you sure you are not in labor,” said my darling husband. I don’t remember what my response to him was but according to him, I almost bit his head off and accused him of being mean. I still didn’t realize I was in labor.
In my defense, I didn’t think I was in labor because the pain was in my back and my hips. I thought contractions were in the front and everyone else said your stomach will tighten up. Mine never did. You would think I would know I was in labor since this was my second child, but I was induced the first time and got my epidural fairly early.
I don’t know what made me decide I was in labor but I told my husband to go ahead and call the doctor and tell him I was on the way to the hospital because I thought I was in labor.
Now this is where I felt like superwoman. I decided to drive to the hospital by myself. What choice did I have? Someone had to stay with my son and mother, so I left. I don’t know if the cool air made the pain come but it seems like as soon as I put my car in drive, the uncomfortable feeling I had turned into severe pain. I knew I was in labor.
I started timing the contractions as I drove. They were coming every three minutes. With each contraction, the hotter I got. I rolled down the window and turned on the air to the max.
As I pulled into the emergency room parking, I saw an employee coming out. I waved him down and asked for help. I couldn’t tell if he was a nurse, a security guard, or a paramedic but I could tell he worked there.
“Playse halp,” I yelled. His response was huh? In that moment a million things ran through my head including taking off my shoe and throwing it at him. I realized my please help came out as, “playse halp,” but couldn’t he see I was very pregnant and at the emergency room? With all my might I was able to get out something more recognizable, “Help me, please.”
At this point, I was leaning on the trunk almost sliding down the car. His response was, “Oh, do you need help? Like a wheelchair.” Once again a few choice words flooded my brain but all that came out was, “Yes, wheelchair, please.”
They rushed me up to delivery and it was quickly determined I was nearly 8 centimeters dilated. Every time someone new came into the room, they all commented on how they couldn’t believe I drove myself to the hospital.
I pleaded for an epidural. The anesthesiologist said she didn’t think the epidural would take by the time I gave birth but I told her just to give it to me anyway. Actually, I think my response was, “‘Playse’ just give me the epidural.”
My husband finally arrived and so did the baby with no relief from the epidural. I felt like superwoman right after they handed me my baby. I had just driven myself to the hospital in the middle of labor, gave birth with no epidural, and did not cause bodily harm to anyone. Yes, I felt like a superwoman.
Shortly after the baby was born, there were a few complications and at one point they said my baby stopped breathing. Then I realized, I wasn’t superwoman and a million things ran through my head. What if my water broke while driving and I had to have the baby on the side of the road by myself and the baby had stopped breathing? What would I have done?
No, me driving myself to the hospital while in full blown labor was not heroic but very risky. I am not a superwoman just blessed. I am very happy to be blessed with my daughter, Bliss Bellissima Beyonce.
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