The first thing I want to do is to thank a lot of people. Mostly importantly:
Chris. Without your support I wouldn't have been allowed to chase this dream. Without your love and endless foot rubs I wouldn't have weathered the storm. Without your frequent trips to Dairy Queen I wouldn't have been quite so impressive as a preggo.
M&T. Where to even begin?? Your dream was my dream. Together we accomplished something so beautiful. What a team we've made ,and what life long friends we have found. Thank you for picking me, for trusting me. Thank you for laughing with me, crying with me and not suing me for kidnapping when my uterus almost refused to give you your daughter. I love you all for always. <3
All of YOU. Wow-oh-wow. The outpouring of love from my friends, family, surro sisters and blog readers. I've felt a bit guilty for not updating from bedside moments after birth. I think most of you expected it. I feel the love from you all so much, and your role in my journey is something I'll never forget. Thank you for coming along on this ride with me.
Now, for my first of many installments about the birth. Tonight we'll tackle the birth story, from the surrogate's side.
|The day she went in, And the day she came out|
Labor and delivery was very slow so they went ahead and had me come on in at 7 a.m. to start the induction. The very excited dads met us at reception and we started signing forms, taking pictures and updating social media. Worth noting is that the first two babies I had, I showed up at the hospital in active labor and was sent home diagnosed with false labor.... This time I showed up in false labor and was welcomed with open arms and eagerly invited to stay. SO.STRANGE.
|They've waited YEARS for this very moment|
So the first thing we did was break my water. True to form, little joey girl did NOT want to be born. As soon as the needle went in, she swam up into my ribs. They actually had to use external force to push my waters down onto the needle to puncture my bag. Um, ouch. But, the process was done. This was the first time my waters have been broken before 9cm.... and I don't like this method. AT ALL. Evertyime I moved I gushed fluid. I left a trail of amniotic fluid wherever I went and soaked through towel after towel on my labor bed. It made me feel dirty. And, it didn't accomplish a darn thing.
|I've waited years for THIS very moment|
But it still wasn't enough. We could not keep the contractions steady and moving. This was one of my largest fears in doing an induction. The fear that forcing my boy into labo it wasn't ready to do on it's own would be pointless. I was starting to get very worried that we would not be able to move my body to labor and we'd have to resort to a C section. At 12 hours in I opted for an epidural. I was worried we'd be at this for a lot longer.
Eventually we had to up to Pitocin even more. I am told that usually they max out the dosage at a "20" but that I had to be given special permission to go to 30 units per hour.. just to get this kiddo out. Thank GOD I opted for that epidural after all.
Finally it was time to push. I was really drained. It'd been close to 36 hours since I had eaten anything and I just didn't have much fuel in my tank. I'd been in labor for 20 hours on pitocin. This kid had a reputation of refusing to be born. Things were not looking good.
|My Girls Meeting Mommy's Belly Buddy|
I felt like such a whiner as I pushed. Luckily for me, I've been told I did not come off as such to others in the room. Then the magic happened.
At 1:18 am on Tuesday, May 13th a beautiful little girl with a full head of hair slid into this world. She was beautiful. I could hear the dad's crying happy tears. The air in the room just changed. A family was made.
They cut the cord and cuddled her. Then I got to hold her. Then I got to look into the eyes of the little belly buddy who I had shared a body with for the past 9 months. It was such an intensely beautiful moment.
In those first moments, I have never felt so proud or accomplished in anything I have ever done.