I sat frustrated and nearly in tears thinking to myself that this child that was inside me would never come out...maybe she didn't know how or perhaps she knew what awaited her on the other side, after all, she'd been inside me for 9 long uncomfortable months. That's 9 long months to get acquainted with my hormonal rages. I'd be scared to come out too. She's was probably thinking, that crazy ladies going to be my mom? Well after days, and days....and days of false labor I had given up hope. I was doomed to stay pregnant forever.
My oldest sister Stacy came for a visit in hopes to cheer me up (a hopeless cause). She brought with her a little bottle of caster oil (my saving grace). In an act of desperation I grabbed the bottle, poured myself 2 tablespoons and pounded it back. It slowly slid down my throat leaving the aftertaste as if I had just eaten of box of crayons (not that I've ever done that before...at least that I can recall). And then I just waited...
I was fully aware of what consequences might come from this act of desperation but that was a risk I was willing to take. You reach a certain point in your pregnancy where you are willing to try just about anything....and I mean ANYTHING, to get the baby out. So risking explosive diarrhea in the delivery room was a chance I was willing to take (as long as the baby came out with it).
The time was 6:30 (almost 4 hours exactly after I took the caster oil). I started feeling a massive amount of pressure and cramping every 2-4 min. I thought to myself this better be the real thing or so help me...I didn't want to jump the gun or anything and run straight to the hospital only to get turned away (which had happened to me earlier that week) so I just sat there grimacing in pain. Nate kept trying to get me to go to the hospital, but every attempt was shot down by my stubbornness. I suggested instead of the hospital how about we go meet my family for dinner, food {I have found} can be the solution to almost anything, so off we went. By the time we arrived to meet my family I was nearly in tears with each contraction still determined that I was not going to the hospital until I knew I was in REAL labor. My mom took one look at me (apparently my face resembled that of a cat or dog (which ever you prefer) that had been hit by a car and was begging to be ran over again quickly so that it may be put out of it's misery) she said to me, "Ginnie your my most favorite, beautiful, talented, awesome daughter..." (OK not really, but all of that is true)...what she actually said was, "Ginnie, I think you really are in labor"...me, really...could it be!? You mean that there is really an end to this pregnant life I've come to know?...then that's when the fear set in.
As we sped towards the hospital thoughts raced through my mind every two minutes or so (between contractions). This baby that I have been trying so desperately to get out is actually going to come out...what was I thinking! This was definitely "the grass is greener on the other side" type of situation. How am I physically going to get this little person out of my body (when I say body I'm referring to my...{cough, cough}..you know what...). My womanly parts had better get geared up for what they are about to experience. Besides the thought of pushing a football through a key hole, there was the fact that I was going to be a Mom. Me...a mom? My world was about to be rocked in a major way...
If you have made it this far in the story you are either a great friend, loyal reader, or really, really bored or perhaps it's a combination of all 3. Either way I must keep you waiting on the edge of your seat, what excitement and anticipation you must be feeling. Unfortunately time won't allow for more writing tonight.
To be continued...
My oldest sister Stacy came for a visit in hopes to cheer me up (a hopeless cause). She brought with her a little bottle of caster oil (my saving grace). In an act of desperation I grabbed the bottle, poured myself 2 tablespoons and pounded it back. It slowly slid down my throat leaving the aftertaste as if I had just eaten of box of crayons (not that I've ever done that before...at least that I can recall). And then I just waited...
I was fully aware of what consequences might come from this act of desperation but that was a risk I was willing to take. You reach a certain point in your pregnancy where you are willing to try just about anything....and I mean ANYTHING, to get the baby out. So risking explosive diarrhea in the delivery room was a chance I was willing to take (as long as the baby came out with it).
The time was 6:30 (almost 4 hours exactly after I took the caster oil). I started feeling a massive amount of pressure and cramping every 2-4 min. I thought to myself this better be the real thing or so help me...I didn't want to jump the gun or anything and run straight to the hospital only to get turned away (which had happened to me earlier that week) so I just sat there grimacing in pain. Nate kept trying to get me to go to the hospital, but every attempt was shot down by my stubbornness. I suggested instead of the hospital how about we go meet my family for dinner, food {I have found} can be the solution to almost anything, so off we went. By the time we arrived to meet my family I was nearly in tears with each contraction still determined that I was not going to the hospital until I knew I was in REAL labor. My mom took one look at me (apparently my face resembled that of a cat or dog (which ever you prefer) that had been hit by a car and was begging to be ran over again quickly so that it may be put out of it's misery) she said to me, "Ginnie your my most favorite, beautiful, talented, awesome daughter..." (OK not really, but all of that is true)...what she actually said was, "Ginnie, I think you really are in labor"...me, really...could it be!? You mean that there is really an end to this pregnant life I've come to know?...then that's when the fear set in.
As we sped towards the hospital thoughts raced through my mind every two minutes or so (between contractions). This baby that I have been trying so desperately to get out is actually going to come out...what was I thinking! This was definitely "the grass is greener on the other side" type of situation. How am I physically going to get this little person out of my body (when I say body I'm referring to my...{cough, cough}..you know what...). My womanly parts had better get geared up for what they are about to experience. Besides the thought of pushing a football through a key hole, there was the fact that I was going to be a Mom. Me...a mom? My world was about to be rocked in a major way...
If you have made it this far in the story you are either a great friend, loyal reader, or really, really bored or perhaps it's a combination of all 3. Either way I must keep you waiting on the edge of your seat, what excitement and anticipation you must be feeling. Unfortunately time won't allow for more writing tonight.
To be continued...
For your viewing pleasure. Sorry for the quality, I had to scan it into my computer. And thanks Mom for taking this picture, you were really there for me in my time of need.
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Here I am in all my pregnant glory. You know the "cat hit by a car" look...yep,this is it. There I am sporting those sexy bangs again (that's what got me pregnant in the first place). And I'm slightly irritated by the fact that Nate is smiling away while I am dying to be put out of my misery. Sure, I'd be smiling too if I wasn't about to experience the most intense pain I have ever felt in my entire life.
5 comments:
oh, I know the cat hit by the car expression, as I have just recently seen it, and yes, that is a resemblance of what it looks like. I'm on the edge of my seat!
I want more! How long do I have to wait for the continuing story?
You have a gift for suspense there.
(In my head I'm yelling "just go to the hospital already!")
And you're a brave woman to post in-labor-photos.
Your story is a little to close for comfort. I can hardly read it!!! It was only 12 weeks ago I did that Oh my heck, crazy. No wonder all my kids are 3+ years apart it takes me that long to forget enough to be crazy enough to do it again. Fun story. I was around you alot during your hormonal pregnancy, good thing we all love you so much to love you through that pregnancy! ha ha
oh c'mon already I can't take the suspense anymore! Isn't it funny how we somehow manage to have more kids after an experience like that. For me it's not really the labor that's so bad..it's the aftermath that I think is the worst!
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