Ella's World: Ella's Birth Story

Oh wow, where to begin. So much has happened in the last couple of days that it feels like it’s been a week not 4 days.

Thursday at 3:15 am I started to feel some strong menstrual type cramps, by 4 am they turned in to regular contractions at 10 min apart. I got Chris up and we started to get everything together. By 5 am we left for the hospital and my contractions were 5 min. It was so cool and to have contractions while shivering is not fun. So we get to the hospital and I get admitted to the triage unite. My contractions are really painful by now and I know that this must be it, because they are more painful than the last time I went to the hospital. At 6:30 they made me walk around the halls. I hated that so much, it made my contractions every 2 min and they can so strong that I felt like crying. It was also so embarrassing to walk around and have everyone look at me in my messed up hair and hospital gown. The nurse told me to come back at 7:40 to get checked again, but by 7 I had enough and went back in. I asked for some fenyanol (sp?). So I finally get in to the delivery room. I get all set up with the IV and the pain meds. They had to do my IV twice because the nurse couldn’t get it in the first time. I wanted to wait as long as I could to get an epidural and I think I did pretty good in timing when I needed one too. By 11 I was in a lot of pain, but I could handle it ok and I was getting half dosages of the pain meds. But my water still hadn’t broken and I knew things would get worse once that happened and I didn’t think I wanted to experience that since I was getting pretty close to my pain thresh hold. So I was for an epidural than and that went great. No problems getting that all set up, the doctor was surprised how calm I was while he put it in my back. I was able to sleep till 2pm when I started to feel some pressure. Chris called for the nurse and she checked me and I was at 10cm and baby was right there. So she called for my doctor and told me not to push. I waited to push till almost 45 min later when the nurse finally came back. The doctor checked me and she was said I was ready to push but they were still concerned because my water still hadn’t broken. The doctor was about to break it when it went on it’s own. I pushed for 1 to 1 ½ hours I think ( I lost track of time). I had enough energy from my nap that I was able to push in sets of 4 instead of 3 and I love the fact that I could feel where the baby was so I knew how much to push and when. Chris got to help hold one of my legs and see every and cut the cord. They had called in the NICU nurse because they thought that the baby might have had a bm. By 3:51pm little Ella came out screaming and looking beautiful. The baby didn’t have a bm, but thank God that NICU nurse was their, because Ella stopped breathing all together. I didn’t know what was going on till I noticed that it got really quite. I looked up and I saw the nurse giving her CPR. I looked at Chris and I knew something was wrong. No one said anything, but soon she started crying and everyone in the room signed with relief. I am so much more thankful for my little sweet pea after that. She means so much more to me that I could ever imagine after seeing her getting CPR.

She is just so precious and perfect and we couldn’t love her more than we already do.