It's been a little over a week since we welcomed our Eliza Joy into the world and if you missed my most recent update about Our First Day With Eliza Joy you should check that out! I have been wanting to sit down and write this story so badly but between my boobs feeling like they are going to explode, to multiple trips to the doctors for weight checks, to nursing and pumping those said lady parts, to trying to run after my other two bambinos it has been quite the whirlwind.
I have played and replayed the scenes of that night over and OVER in my head and not even speaking them makes it feel real. It was such a blur; a crazy string of events that can only be summarized as utter and complete shock and panic. But let me back up for a second and give you a play-by-play of what happened prior to Eliza's theatrical entrance...
Saturday, April 30th
It was my 25th birthday and after waking up to the news that a pipe had busted in our basement, leaving a pool of water that my husband was cleaning up until 2 in the morning, we planned a day full of nothing but relaxing. The kids were hanging with Grammy, so we scheduled to get a massage, had a lunch date with my girl friend, and everything was completely normal (well normal as in I didn't feel like I was going to be having this baby anytime soon, kind of normal).
Around 7 pm I began to feel slightly more painful contractions beginning but nothing was consistent. I had so much false labor that week that I wasn't about to fall for that little trick again. My hubby and I laid down around 9 pm for a quick binge session on Netflix, and I took a tylenol PM to get some uninterrupted sleep and that was that.
Sunday, May 1st
That is...until I was awakened at 12:15 AM with some of the most intense contractions I had ever felt. Clenching the sheets in my hand I tried my hardest to push through the contractions without waking my husband but there was no stopping the deep, painful groans that escaped my lips.
We decided it best to time the contractions before heading to the hospital and it didn't take us long to figure out these dang things were coming quick (ever minute and a half to be exact). I paced the room, fighting through the pain when my husband insisted we call his mother to come stay with the kids; when I insisted he call MY mother first, seeing as she had a longer drive (where my Michiganders at?). After hearing how close my contractions were my mom urged us to leave for the hospital. For some reason we didn't think we were in that big of a rush...so we slowly began to pack the car. I gathered my toiletries while my husband loaded the vehicle. Once I had the go ahead that we were packed and ready, I took a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve my overly squished bladder. It was then that I felt this sudden urge to go #2 (TMI I'm sorry but that's the fact of the matter). My husband quickly intervened...
"Tessa, I don't think you have to go to the bathroom, I think we need to GO TO THE HOSPITAL!"
I agreed and we made our way to the car. Once I sat down in my seat, I felt yet another contraction beginning when I realized that this one packed a little something extra...
I WAS BEGINNING TO PUSH!
It was then that I let out a belly rumbling roar, followed by..."I'M PUSHINGGGGGGGGG!!!"
Screeching out of the driveway, my pain turned to the worst kind of fear and panic I had ever experienced. I couldn't think straight and everything inside of me froze with the realization that this baby was coming a lot faster than I had anticipated and there was literally nothing I could do to stop it.
*Side-note: if you've heard any of my previous birth stories you know that I am rather fond of that special needle they like to stick in your back to make all the pain go away. And that is JUST what I was planning for with this delivery as well. Never did I EVER want to have a birth, free of pain medication (whatever that may be)...like EVER!
So there we were...driving 60 mph across town to the hospital; rolling through stop signs and red-lights, swerving around cars and praying to God we made it in time. In the mean time, my belly rumbling roar turned quickly into a ferocious panicked scream that could be heard within a 10 mile radius of our vehicle. Let's just say...neither Guy nor I were ready to deliver this baby in the car.
We reached the hospital in 7 minutes (when it normally takes 15!) when we pulled up to the ER entrance. My husband jumped out of the car while I gripped my seat with white knuckles to keep from screaming in pain too loud...it was then that I noticed every single eyeball, of every single person waiting in the lobby of the ER was staring directly at me...maybe I wasn't being as subtle as I'd hoped. But I didn't even care. When my husband ran back to the car he said, "Alright Tessa, they're getting a cot ready for you. It's time for you to get up now."
Practically choking on his words, I rather forcefully replied, "GUY, I AMLITERALLY PUSHING RIGHT NOW! I CANNOT WALK. TELL THEM I NEED A FREAKIN' WHEELCHAIR!!!"
I don't think I've ever seen him run so fast.
After hearing the screeching cries coming from outside, some EMT staff members finally made their way to my side of the car. They asked me a whole bunch of questions that I couldn't even wrap my head around and then told me I needed to stop pushing...
Ok let me just stop right there and say, to anyone that has ever been in labor...can you STOP yourself from pushing!?!?!?!?! I think not. Ok...moving on.
After some more panicked banter with the EMT's they were able to successfully remove me from the car and place me into the wheelchair, where in which we made our epic entrance into the hospital.
Just imagine one of those classic movie scenes, with the screaming pregnant woman being rushed through the hospital with a whole team of people running along side her. Because that is EXACTLY what my trip up to Labor & Delivery looked like.
When we reached the 10th floor, I watched as a whole team of nurses and doctors prepped my room within a matter of seconds (and I hadn't even reached the doorway yet!). Once inside my room, they calmly urged me to make my way to the bed but with my contractions coming every 30 seconds I was finding it rather impossible to stand up. But alas, I found the strength (plus they were kind of yelling at me...) to get up and make my way to the bed. Once there they stripped off my pants and shoes and within seconds the doctor was checking to see how far along I was, it was then that my water broke (or rather exploded) and I may or may not have began to panic at the sheer fact that this baby was coming and coming fast.
"I'm not ready for this, I can't do this without drugs!" I exclaimed! Only to be reminded by my nurse that, "Oh honey, we are WAY past that."
I barely had time to comprehend what was about to happen when they were telling me it was time to "really push this time." As I looked over at my gray-faced husband, who sat encouragingly at my side, I heard him say, "I can't believe you're doing this babe." And it was then that I put everything I had into getting this baby out.
After 1 1/2 pushes I began to feel the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life...so THIS is why they call it the "ring of fire!" I caught on rather quickly and tried my best to contain my legs from thrashing around (at one point, I legit almost kicked the doctor in the face...not even kidding). And just when I thought I couldn't bare the pain any longer they were lifting her up to show me the gender of our new precious baby girl. They laid her on my chest to which I looked up at my husband and we both just started laughing..."did that really just happen?" I said. And we laughed some more...trying to make sense of it all.
Just to give you a little perspective...we left my house at 1:23 AM and she was born at 1:40 AM. 17 minutes people.
To say that this girl is a miracle is an understatement. This one has been bound and determined from day one to make her appearance into the world. We could not feel more blessed.
As of now, we are all doing great! One week after birth and Eliza is back up to birth weight, she is breastfeeding amazingly and LOVES to sleep...she has already given me two full nights of sleep! To say that God knew what He was doing when He placed her in our lives doesn't even come close to describing how perfect she fits in with our family.
Rozalyn and Justus are adjusting great as well! Justus loves to "oooo" and "ahh" over her while "petting" her on on the head. It is seriously the cutest thing ever! And well Roz, she is such a little mother and loves everything about her new baby sister.
Thanks to all those that have celebrated with us in this new journey! We feel so blessed by all of you!
Here are a few snapshots of Eliza this past week!
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