Danielle is a former student who is a good leader and smart. Rian and I got to take her on a school trip to Louisville, KY and she introduced Rian to the “cookie jar” blizzard at that time. Forever changing his life. Danielle recently had a baby, and I thought it would be interesting for this blogs demographic to read about someone having a baby at such a young age. Enjoy her birth story!
It was Monday February 3rd, 2014 and to me it was just a normal day. I had spent the whole day at work, came home, ate dinner and relaxed on the couch. Little did I know my son would be born 12 hours later. Being only 38 weeks pregnant and it being my first pregnancy I had no idea what to expect, or what labor would feel like. I had experienced Braxton hicks for the whole later part of my pregnancy, but for the last two weeks they had been worse. I couldn’t figure out what my body was trying to tell me.
I had felt fine all day, no bad Braxton hicks and no signs of labor. About 8:30 that night contractions started coming and going again. This time they were painful though. I figured they were just more Braxton hicks since they typically had gotten worse at night. I put a heating pad on my back since they had been starting in my back and moving around to my uterus. The heating pad helped until about 10:30 that night. Something was different. They had gotten so painful I couldn’t talk between them or even stand. I was so confused and had no idea if this was the real thing since my water hadn’t broken. I was afraid to go back to the hospital because I didn’t want to be sent home again(I had had a false alarm the previous Friday). Finally my partner Michael and I decided that I was in too much pain to not go to the hospital so we headed over and at that point my contractions were three minutes apart.
We got there and since I had been there three days earlier check-in was much faster. My nurse Deborah put me in a gown and checked me, I was 4 cm and 100% effaced, we were having a baby!!! I was so relieved that it was the real thing and I could meet my baby soon!
They then moved me into the actual labor and delivery room and started getting me all hooked up. They had to stick me five different times to get an IV started, all while I was still having contractions. The anesthesiologist came in shortly and asked if I wanted an epidural, at that point I was so ready for one, the pain was too much. She was able to easily get the epi started and I could barely even feel the needle. Twenty minutes later they asked how I was feeling, my response was “great, I haven’t had a contraction for about ten minutes” the nurse then responded with “you are having one right now.” I couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t feel anything. At that point I was hooked to an IV, an Epidural, a blood pressure cuff, and the straps around my belly, I could barely move without tugging on something.
About 30 min went by and the nurse came in looking concerned. She informed me that my blood pressure was high. She then checked my reflexes and those were higher than they were supposed to be. The doctor on call deiced to start me on magnesium because of my blood pressure. This new medicine made me feel hot and almost flu like for the first 30 min or so, not to mention the epidural had made me vomit. At this point I was not feeling well, it was one in the morning and I had already been through so much, and the hard part was yet to come.
After I felt better they checked me and I was at a 7, I had progressed fairly quickly. At this point the doctor broke my water to progress my labor even further and hopefully faster. The nurse recommended I tried to get some sleep since in a few short hours I was going to have to push. I was able to dose off for an hour until the nurse came in and informed me my contractions weren’t getting any closer together, in fact they were very inconsistent and far apart. They decided to start me on Pitocin to get things going. Three more hours went by, it was now about 7:00 in the morning and I was at a 9, meeting my baby boy was right around the corner.
From about 7:00 to 10:00 in the morning was kind of a blur, I was feeling pain again and a lot of pressure, so they gave me another dose of medicine in my epidural.
Once 10:00 came along it was time to push. This was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I pushed only twice and his head was already crowning. All you could see was his head full of hair!! I kept pushing and pushing and I thought he was never going to make the rest of his way out. At 10:30, after only 30 min of pushing, but what felt like forever, Abel John Gonzalez was born. Michael cut his umbilical cord and they set him on my chest. The feelings of joy, love, accomplishment and indescribable emotion overtook me. I sobbed while looking down at him thinking, “ I made that, that’s my baby boy” I held him for about five min until they took him away to clean him up as I had to finish delivering my placenta. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him though. I stared at him from across the room and had never felt so much love before in my life.
The recovery was the hardest part of my labor. I was exhausted but still had a lot of pain and pressure. I couldn’t keep anything down, not even water. Finally after taking me off of the magnesium and giving me some nausea medicine I felt better and was able to hold and feed my baby for the first time. It still hadn’t hit me yet, that this little baby was my son and my complete responsibility. Our stay in the hospital was great. Our nurses were wonderful and our healthy baby boy slept pretty much the entire time, even through the nights. Two days after I gave birth we finally got to go home. After getting in the car with our new baby my boyfriend and I looked at each other and smiled, he said to me “this baby is our complete responsibility now, we are parents”. And so we began our journey of parenting together.