I can’t believe my daughter is fifteen today! It’s shocking to me. It seems like only yesterday she was an actual infant. Or I was in labour for one of my 96 hours. They were trying to keep her in until she reached her full term state of 37 weeks, but since she was 7lbs 11 oz, I think she was OK. Remember, I’m 5’8″ and her Dad is 6’5″, albeit skinny, so she comes by it honestly.
Pregnancy was tough. I had lots of aches and pains. I was exhausted. I hadn’t been diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome yet, but had severe endometriosis. I had constant ligament pain and nausea. I lost 30 lbs in my first trimester from vomiting. (I had it to lose) I came home every night, had apple juice and cheetos and fell asleep. I craved nachos and orange juice (not together) so much, and I hate orange juice!
I had to go on bed rest for the last two months because I was suffering from symphysis pubis. I tried chiropractic, as they were the only ones offering solutions, but I had no idea about EDSers and chiropractic compatibility. He did get me into orthotics, which was amazing.
During this time, husband and I also got married! We had expected to have trouble conceiving, as doctors predicted, but nope! The plan was to try for six months and then start IVF right after the wedding, but that turned out to be unnecessary.
I started mini contractions on February 4th, every 20 minutes or so. Nothing major. By midday on the 5th we were in the hospital. 5 minutes apart. They needed to stop these contractions so daughter could stay in until 37 weeks or the 7th. So contractions were on and off until the 6th. Then they took me off the medications and let me go home.
The next day, Thursday the 7th, around 9 am, I was back with 5 minute apart contractions. They had me on the monitors for a while, but I wasn’t productive, so they induced me. I started pushing around 5 pm, and for about five hours. No luck. She was stuck. My pelvis, it seems, is quite small. So c-section it is. But I had to wait, because some lady with twins was in there before me. I was unimpressed and started screaming. And puking. The nurses told me to be quiet or I’d scare the other ladies. I said they should be scared! 😂 I calmed down after a bit and we moved to the operating theatre.
They tried to suck my little girl out with a vacuum, no luck. Forceps, no luck. So it was cutting time. I couldn’t feel a thing. My husband, super tall, is by my side, and he can see over the theatre drape. He suddenly turns white. I feel yanking. I ask what’s going on. He says he’ll tell me later. Apparently the doctor had my daughter by the ankles, was standing on the operating table, straddling my body, and yanking her out. Maybe this is why her legs are so long.
I spent a few days in hospital learning to breastfeed. I remember leaving her with my husband for the first time and crying as I went to the hospital lobby to get a magazine. It’s not that I didn’t trust him, but I didn’t trust anyone with my precious bundle. I laughed when he said he felt the same about me!
So, here she is, fifteen. I can’t help but think of all the stuff I got into at fifteen and think she’s far more straightened up than I was. Sensible, smart, caring. I am so proud to be her mother. She is my glory! One of my set of pride and joy. Love this kid.