Once everything was ready to go, Dallin hurriedly went down the stairs while I waddled after pausing at the top to breathe through a contraction. The car ride to the hospital was so surreal. I kept asking myself if this was all real, and we both stole glances at each other with an accompanying hand squeeze. This was it, today we were going to be parents. Thankfully, the hospital was just a straight shot down the freeway, and we were there in a few contractions.
We got to the hospital at about 4:00, and were put into a room to be looked at. I was checked and was already dilated to a 5. I was so pleased, I was in labor! They moved us to our labor and delivery room and gave us permission to walk around, or do whatever to ease the pains. We decided to go on a walk around the halls, looking at all the cute baby pictures on the wall and stopping for each contractions. I could tell they were getting harder and I knew we had to get back into the L&D room.
Back in the labor room, I tried sitting on a labor ball, but that only made me more uncomfortable. My back was starting to hurt worse than my stomach area, a sign that I was having back labor. The nurse said that my baby was face up, when she should've been face down which was causing my discomfort. I did not like that one bit. It was time to get back on the monitor, and I had to lay back down on the bed. I have never laid on a more uncomfortable bed in my life! The nurse later told me that their sole purpose was for L&D, and they weren't designed to be comfortable at all. Brilliant. Dallin's mom was there at that point and started massaging my feet (she's a masseuse) to help me relax through the contractions. She was heaven sent I tell you. If you ever are in labor, I suggest bringing along a massage therapist. It works wonders!
After another 40 minutes on the monitor, I was able to be off of them again. Hallelujah! I tried standing again but my contractions were hard, and it was almost impossible to be comfortable standing; so I kneeled. Sounds totally bizarre, but it helped so much! I kneeled on a pillow and rested my head and arms on the bed. Kim would rub my back, I would hold Dallin's hand across the bed, and my mom, along with everyone else, kept me sane and said encouraging things to me. Dallin was my main cheerleader and I don't know how I would've handled it without him.
Things started to get unbearable, and I didn't think I could do it anymore. I was certainly loosing faith. I was still kneeling and Kim was still massaging. Dallin was holding my hands, and I was squeezing them so tight. I wasn't really relaxed at all during the contractions. I tried to be, I really did. It took all that I had to believe that I could get through each contraction. In between contractions I was pretty much asleep. It was weird, I don't know if it was because I was so tired, or if my body would just sort of shut down to conserve energy for the next contraction to hit. When it was time to get back on the bed, and I was so mad. I called it the "Bed from Hell" in a moment of weakness. I never say words like that, but this was the very truth, and I apparently thought it needed to be said. Everyone was laughing and said it was a good thing I was still keeping my humor in all of it.
Time was a weird thing at this point. I have no idea at what time, but I guess it must have been close to 8:30 when they checked me again and I was almost ready to push. My water was broken and they called the doctor in and told her I was ready at about 9:30. She was in between patients and looked a little annoyed that she would have to deliver for a first time mom who would most likely be pushing for hours on end. I knew my little girl was close, and I was determined to get her here sooner than a few hours. Apparently, it worked. At 9:54AM, the doctor and nurse exclaimed, "Here she is! Reach out and get her!" I lifted her up and onto my chest. I had done it. I had just had a baby! The emotions that flooded me in that instant, are too big and too complicated to write down. I was, in short, filled with such joy and such love that I never knew had existed before. After an hour of trying to comprehend that I had just had a baby, they weighed our girl and made sure she was alright. I sat on the bed while Dallin went with the nurse across the room. That was such a sweet sight to see. He was so loving toward her.
The nurse left us in the room for another hour before we were wheeled up to our recovery room. We were alone, just the three of us, and everything was just perfect. It was such a surreal feeling to know that I had just given birth, naturally, to a healthy baby girl. I think about five or six times after I had her I said, "I just had a baby!" It was such a neat experience.
Our Maddi girl was here, and suddenly all those plans didn't matter. She was healthy, we were happy, and that's all that mattered.