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Having a newborn...

Having a newborn for the first time is burning your breakfast twice because you have to go back to the room to change his diaper...

Having a newborn for the first time is holding him so he goes to sleep, and as soon as you put him down, he wakes up 10 minutes later crying...

Having a newborn for the first time is rushing to shower, eat, get chores done while he is still sleeping...

Having a newborn for the first time is not getting any personal space because the grandparents want to visit every single day...

Having a newborn for the first time is learning to soothe him while he’s crying and trying not to cry....

Having a newborn for the first time is accepting that your house is a mess because your’e just too tired from not getting any sleep....

Having a newborn for the first time is finding out that there is a huge difference in diaper brands...

Having a newborn for the first time is changing your lifestyle because you can’t do large crowds with him for the first year...

Having a newborn for the first time is buying diapers in bulk through Amazon so you don’t break the bank...

Having a newborn for the first time is realizing if you are breastfeeding, there are still certain foods you are advised to stay away from....

Having a newborn for the first time is enjoying watching him sleep peacefully, knowing you should probably go to sleep yourself when he sleeps...

Having a newborn for the first time is knowing that I am holding the future in my arms...

Having a newborn for the first time is realizing that you get to watch this little human grow up and one day be in your shoes...

Having a newborn for the first time is getting irritated every time someone says they can’t wait for him to start walking when you really just want to enjoy every day to the fullest...

Having a newborn makes you look back on your life and fully understand that life is fast. Life waits for no one. Enjoy these little moments and days to the fullest because you can’t get them back. Having a newborn is the most wonderful experience of my life. Nothing could have fully prepared me for this new adventure but it is so worth the time. 

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Labor & Delivery

My story begins at my 38 week check-up. Nothing out of the ordinary, but news I didn't expect. Induction. My OB offered to induce me. My eyes never appeared so wide-my husband would say. I didn't even think that was possible if you were having your first Child. BA there she was, offering me an induction as early as the following Wednesday. The risk involved- a possible c-section. I was a low-risk patient but still I was nervous and concerned. I was already 5cm dilated so my risk was even lower. I was still carrying high at this point so I seriously thought about scheduling it for Wednesday. The biggest reason to schedule was my short-term disability. My job didn't offer any maternity leave so I've been planning everything around short-term disability. The earlier in the week that I have the baby the better. However after discussing with my mother, I decided to wait until next week to see how things go. I decided that I wanted my son to have his own natural birth date. Ironically, that weekend, I begin to have excruciating back pain. My lower back was constantly on fire. It was so bad in fact I had to schedule an appointment for Wednesday before my regular appointment on that Thursday. Working up to that point was depressingly painful. Sitting, Standing,it didn't matter. What was more depressing is my OB wouldn't take me out of work early. No matter how much I begged and no matter now much painI was in, she wouldn't do it. And my job- yeah right. I couldn't even afford to take extra time off before my due date. When I got home that day, I went on a vigorous fast-paced walk. I could barely walk due to my pain, so I pushed myself hard. A co-worker had told me that walking could help with getting labor started. And would you know - At 2 am on May a, I started labor. At first I thought I just had to use the restroom. My stomach felt like it was being twisted and squeezed as if I had ate something rotten . "rushed out of bed, went to the restroom and 10 and behold, I used the restroom . so I went back to bed. It seemed like only 5 minutes later I had to go again. This time, I couldn't. I felt extremely constipated but my body wouldn't let me poop. Just saying. But that's when I realized, I was in labor. I cried out for my husband who was asleep on the couch but he didn't hear me . The pain was getting worse-fast! By the time I made it to the living room and woke him, I could barely stand when the contractions hit. I told my husband that I needed to go to the hospital but we didn't rush, because I was still in denial. Was I just having pain or was this the beginning of the Big Moment. Eventually we made it to the car. My husband basically had to c arry me to the car. Each contraction was more intense then the last. we called our parents on the way to the hospital and started mentally preparing for the Moment. We made it safely to the hospital despite my husband being in panic mode. Lord knows I had to soothe him down so he wouldn't run the red lights. I could see the frustration and worry on his face at every light we ended up getting Stopped at. In between every cry and scream I let out, I was trying to calm him down letting him know that I was ok. The nurse wheeled me to a room. She Stated asking me questions but I had no idea what words were coming out other mouth. You hare to understand. The contractions-were crippling. with every one  my body curled up and wanted to fall to the floor. The nurse removed my pants and underwear for me, and laid me down in the bed. I could only talk in between the contractions. Every 5 minutes. Well the process Started. I wanted an epidural so they started me on fluids. Apparently its procedure and I wish I would have known that first because the next 45 minutes, I Stared At the third bag that was hooked up to my IV and waited for it to run OH so I could get the injection. It was the longest 45 minutes of my life. But when the fluids were done and I finally got the injection, it wonted almost immediately. I was the nice patient once again! Cause I promise you, if I had to wait any longer for that epidural somebody was going to die that morning whether it was the nurse who wouldn't stop asking me questions When I obviously couldn't speak, or my husband who was sitting ever so calmly on the couch in the room talking to our parents as they called. After the epidural, my parents arrived about 20 minutes later. His mother came about 5 hours later and his dad about hour after that. The doctors had to break my water and with that, they upped the pain medication I was receiving through the epidural. when I was about 80% effaced I had them up my dosage again. Unfortunately, that meant by the time I was ready to push, I couldn't feel the lower half of my body to push. As a result the doctor instructed my mother and one of the other nurses to hold my legs bent for me. let me you. Watching people move your legs for you and you cant feel it, is nerve wrecking. It was at that moment I wanted to burst into tears. I had no control over my body and I know I should feel them touching me but I couldn't. That in itself hurt my psyche. I fought back the urge to cry and scream and said to myself," you can do this!" And I did. I focused as hard as I could and found some type of way to push even though I couldn't feel myself push. I could hear the excitement as his head started to emerge. MY husband gasped but didn't faint. My mother squeezed my hand and offered words of encouragement but I have no idea what she said. I could hear my dad's phone clicking every time he took a photo. I could hear my mother-in-law moaning with anticipation. All was nothing but distractions. It came a point when I couldn't push. I didn't have the energy and there was too much going on. So I focused on the clock on the wall. I imagined that I could hear the ticking sound of every second that passed. Each tick I imagined helped me to focus on pushing to see my son. And when I did - The best moment of my life. I stared as the doctors raised this little human from below my legs and placed him on my belly. He was everything I dreamed he was. Eight hours from the first labor pains, my beautiful baby boy arrived. 10:51 am. Time momentarily stood still. Words can't describe the feeling but one day maybe you will get to experience it yourself. My little CJ was finally here. 39 weeks and l day later from when he was first conceived. My heart was re-born and my life changed again from that very moment. AII of the morning-sickness, pelvis pain, migraines, and back pain was all worth it. Thank you for reading. Please subscribe and keep us in your prayers.