Essay About The Day In My Life

Baby Smarika was born approximately after 8 hours of labor. Smarika began to go into distress, which made doctor to perform a C-section of my wife. My eyes rolled into tears when I hold her after 10 minutes. I was amazed when I held her in the delivery room. My partner and I felt the biggest surge

Ultimately, after examining the child's location with an ultrasound, the physician informed Dax, "I have to take her for the C-section." I yowled for 10 mins. I was so dissatisfied. I attempted actually difficult! Yet she appeared magnificently. They placed her on my breast, and also I was so delighted that everyone was safe.

To begin my experiences were very unfortunate & unprofessional to say the least. To give you a little backstory I had been thinking about this day every since I found out I was pregnant. My emotions at this point were out of range. I was so scared, anxious and extatic. My mind wondering of all the possibilities that could happen. My ultimate fear was having a C section as Iv been terrified of surgery and the chance of being put under my entire life. I was also scared I would be stripped from a vaginal birth experience. Despite all of this I had an open mind knowing anything could happen. I had a birth plan on paper, knowing all births obviously

It was a gorgeous, warm day, and I was scheduled to be induced at 8pm. My husband had decided to spend the day at home with me, and it was both lovely and surreal. We sat on the porch in the sunlight and drank beer. I propped my feet up on the concrete wall and we watched trucks pull in and out of the Devon Market receiving area. We may have talked . . . or perhaps not much. All I can remember is sitting in the glow of the afternoon sun with that strange feeling of “my life is about to change forever” surrounding me like a cloud.I kept hoping I’d go into labor naturally, but even though there had been a few evenings with patterns of contractions, they died out after an hour or so. Time was running out, and I had tried all the methods of natural induction I could think of (except for acupuncture and membrane stripping). Pressure points on the heels and wrists, using a breast pump, sex, spicy food, and long walks home from my appointments at Swedish Covenant Hospital, where they were monitoring my baby with nonstress tests since I was overdue. But nothing seemed to kick labor into gear.

My plan worked and, in the midst of an excruciatingly painful labor, I had a moment of pure clarity about the process. I was suddenly struck by how utterly amazing it was that I was capable of conceiving, growing and birthing a child. My body was so abused and broken throughout my struggle with anorexia I wasn't sure it would ever be strong enough to allow this magical moment. Giving birth proved that my body was strong and well healed; a transformation I often see in my clients but fail to recognize in

To begin with, I learned to trust my intuition because of that motherly instinct was becoming stronger. After my family and I arrived home from the long walk, the pain continued. I told my mother that my lower back hurt. She told me it was normal. I then went and sat down outside with my sister. A short time later noticed that the pain wasn’t constant. The pain was coming and going at seven to eight minutes apart. As time passed the pains came closer and closer together. My mom was telling me there was no way I was in real labor because it was to soon. So I started to think it was just Braxton Hicks contractions. Soon the pains became stronger and closer together. At that point I had to trust my gut and go to the hospital. When I arrived to the maternity ward, I was in so much pain it brought tears to my eyes and their questions just annoyed me. But I was indeed in labor.

When we got in the room I was told I will be given numbing medicine through an injection in my lower back. I felt a little pinch and then before I knew it my whole lower half was completely numb. I was still in and out of sleep, I slept through most of the C-section and exactly at 4:44am my son was officially born and he was 5 pounds and 4 oz and 18 inches long and he was healthy. They let me look at him and in that moment I fell in love I was now a mother. It was the greatest feeling in the world and I was happy to have experienced such a beautiful moment. I was brought back to my room and the doctor came in to congratulate me "Congrats on your baby boy he is beautiful and healthy and everything will be just fine with you and him" she said with a big smile on her face

“I had been having contractions on and off for a week, then my water broke at 3 a.m. We grabbed our things, and the camera, and got into the car to

That night was excruciating! Hell that whole Saturday going into the night was terrible. Hubby was keeping count of each contraction and they were a lot closer now. Again, I kept waking up through every contraction. I was in agonizing pain, crying and babe was right next to me trying to be supportive. I knew he was stressed and exhausted. I kept getting up to squat and walk around, being on my feet made it a little bearable. I craved sleep, I was so tired and wanted nothing more than to lie down. At 2am l called my doctor and told her what was going on but again they told me to stay hydrated and keep count. I hung up frustrated and helpless. It was now 4am and I couldn't take it anymore. I could not stop crying and my fiance felt so helpless, we both did. We headed to the hospital.

I can honestly say going through labor was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. Once Freddrick finally did arrived I knew that I would love him unconditionally for the rest of my life. He was just as precious as he could be and didn’t have a worry in this world. I didn’t know the type of mother I would be, but I was determined to be a different type of teenage mother. I wanted to show everyone I might be young with a son, but I made sure Freddrick was taken care of financially, Freddrick came first in my life at all times, Freddrick had disciplined in his life, and that he would know that mommy would always love him regardless of what happens through life.

Pregnancy is rough, there is no question about that. And never is pregnancy rougher then when you're closing in on your due date, and you still haven't went into labor. As much as you love your future child, you need them out sooner rather than later, and that's where these five steps can come in handy.

She immediately sent me to the hospital to have a cervical cerclage inserted. This is like a drawstring purse. The doctor will stitch a band of strong thread around the cervix, and the thread will be tightened to hold the cervix firmly closed.

     My mom drove me to what would become my last visit to the doctor’s office before giving birth to my daughter. Dr. Dermer observed me and then told me to be at the hospital around six thirty that evening. He advised me to eat a good dinner before departing for the hospital. Dr. Dermer had decided to induce my labor, due to the fact that I was two weeks past my due date.

Being pregnant is one of the most dichotomous events of human experience. It can be almost divine in its beauty and nearly hell-like in its misery. Having been through three pregnancies, I have experienced firsthand both extremes.

When I was induced at midnight, I fully expected to begin pushing immediately and holding my baby (at most) a few hours later. I had taken all the classes and read all the books, but stories of laboring for 24 hours went right over my head. Once I finally understood that the process would be long and (duh) laborious, I thought for certain that when it came to pushing, it would be just like the movies (a few he-he-hoos and out he comes). Wrong. When I asked how long I would push and why the doctor kept leaving, my meek but stern little nurse told me, “Some people push for 15 minutes...some for two hours.” What?!