Baby Girl

I had no idea that when you get pregnant, take your first test, call your doctor and say hey guess what, they make you wait till you are 8 weeks pregnant before they will see you. So we waited. I tried to watch what I ate and did some research. Then it was doctor time.

Went into the doctor, they did the basic blood work all that good stuff. Then I get the phone call. Hello Wendy, yes your blood work came back and I need you to go get an ultra sound done so we can make sure you have a baby before we give you some progesterone because it is really low. Talk about a blow to the gut. Like really who says that to people. So the next day I went and had the ultra sound done. Everything was great, there was our little peanut.

The first three moths where great. No problems really. Not sick not much of anything. The only issue we had was the low progresterone. So that meant take some pills, okay no big deal. Well that was not enough the pills did not do it. You are supposed to be over 20 when pregnant, I was an 8 with pills. So that meant the next step. Shots of progesterone in oil once a day that hubby had to administer. Well that was interesting. I told myself going in that it was okay, because it was all for this little one growing me. That I could do what I needed to do.

It was not easy, I will say for me or hubby. Because the medicine is in oil its not an easy shot, its put the needle in and push as hard as you can for over a min to get it all to go into the patient. Then you have to rub the area to make sure that it absorbs. Hubby had to learn how to give a shot without moving the needle and making me bleed everything when he pulled it out. I had to learn how to stay still and we both how to learn that everything would be okay.

Doc said I was famous because they could not figure out how to get my levels up but after the shots it started to work.

Peanut is getting bigger
Peanut is getting bigger

The first three moths where great. No problems really. Not sick not much of anything. The only issue we had was the low progresterone. So that meant take some pills, okay no big deal. Well that was not enough the pills did not do it. You are supposed to be over 20 when pregnant, I was an 8 with pills. So that meant the next step. Shots of progesterone in oil once a day that hubby had to administer. Well that was interesting. I told myself going in that it was okay, because it was all for this little one growing me. That I could do what I needed to do.

It was not easy, I will say for me or hubby. Because the medicine is in oil its not an easy shot, its put the needle in and push as hard as you can for over a min to get it all to go into the patient. Then you have to rub the area to make sure that it absorbs. Hubby had to learn how to give a shot without moving the needle and making me bleed everything when he pulled it out. I had to learn how to stay still and we both how to learn that everything would be okay.

Doc said I was famous because they could not figure out how to get my levels up but after the shots it started to work.

It was time to find out if we had a girl or a boy. I was torn. I was sitting in the room and she asked if I wanted to know, yes I do want to know. She said its a girl. Then showed me the results on the screen. Oh my. I cried when I got to my car. I was happy, excited, nervous. I was a handful, will she be one too?

It did not matter of course really boy or girl, I was so happy that the baby was still healthy. Now we have entered into the second trimester and for me that meant sick all the time. I could not look at most things without getting sick much less eat.

Due to the problems with the progesterone, I had a lot of ultrasounds. But I really enjoyed seeing her each and every time. After a while we where able to stop the shots, however I still remained sick. I learned a lot about my body during this time.

My mom came over to make a wreath for her door. We where working on the wreath and I felt something strange. I told her, then again, and again. She started writing it all down. I decided I better go take a shower. It was more frequent during the shower. Told hubby to shower and pack the car. He didn’t. I said you need to shower and pack the car now. Oh its happening like right now? Yes. So he got ready, I got the rest of my things together and we headed to the hospital. I had to stop on the way in the contractions where kicking in. Then they had to monitor me for two hours before they would admit me, they wanted to make sure I was progressing. So we where in Labor. Due to the fact that it was Fathers Day weekend, a holiday, no one else was there, no other babies scheduled to be born. Some moms came in but they did not get admitted. So we had the full staff to ourselves. The next day Sunday it was time to push. She didn’t like that, after an hour her heart rate dropped below 44 for an extended period of time and we needed to do an emergency c section. I already had an epidural so I was good to go. 30 min from the time they said we needed it to the time she was born.

I was so nervous. Hubby was too. When she came out she did not cry she had fluid in her lungs. So they got her breathing and brought her to me to kiss. Then they took her to NICU. I sent hubby with them so that way he could make sure she was okay, he was torn because he wanted to stay with me, but I wanted him to stay with her. He did go with her.

I recovered fine, they took me to my room, I wanted to see her. They would not let me, not till after 8 hours and when I could walk. So at 10pm we went to see her. I walked down stairs to see my baby girl.

I was so amazed to actually see her. Everyone tells you that having a baby is an experience like no other. I did not understand till I looked down at this little baby girl, 6 pounds one ounce and 19 inches long and cried. I was in love. It was amazing, I am so blessed that she is okay. She was taken off the oxygen the next day and was able to come up to my room instead of staying in NICU. The journey begins.

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