A little personal - Part 4
**Disclaimer : Raw emotions. This will not be proofread.
They were wrong. I didn't have him that night, and they let me return home after monitoring me for a few hours. I made up my mind that he wasn't going to come, and he didn't. My mom wasn't here. I wasn't ready.
I had to get my California drivers license . I had to install my carseat. I had to wash all of his clothes. I had to finish nesting. And for the next 2 weeks, that's exactly what I did.
My mom arrived a week before my due date and attended my very last doctor's appointment with me. That had to be the week from hell. I was miserable. It was the beginning of the summer, and the heat was unbearable. Thank God I lived in a studio apartment, my place didn't have central air and my lone air conditioning unit was on it's last leg. She helped me with the finishing touches of my nesting stage. I honestly don't know what I would've done with her.
My doctor decided to induce me at 39 weeks. He said that I no longer had enough room for him to grow. June 19th was the date.
My mom took me to Roscoe's on Hollywood and Gower for a victory meal, I threw my pregnancy pillow in the garbage, and drove myself to the hospital. He and his family met us there a few hours after we arrived. It was nice to see his parent's - it'd been years.
Minutes, hours and day later the nurses broke my water. Talk about the worse pain in your life? I hit the "call" button 15-minutes after begging for an epidural. Before I knew it, the anesthesiologist took my pain away. 12-hours later, and still no progress. He and his family left to grab some lunch.The alarms started to go off, and nurses ran in my room. He wasn't responding well to the Pitocin or the epidural.. OR maybe it was the Fentanyl. Either way, something was causing my precious baby's heart rate to drop and I started to panic. The nurses aggressively moved me from side to side, trying to get his heartache jumping. I started to panic.
This is all bad.
I had a birth plan, and this is not how I imagined my birthing experience to turn out. It was supposed to be peaceful and quick - not a circus. But he had another agenda. My OB rushed in the room shortly after the room began to calm. He came over to my bedside and grabbed my hand while looking me in the eyes. My heart was broken and my worse fear had just come true - I have to have a c-section.. And we have to go now.