|Our last pic 39 weeks|
I picked up my mom (how could she miss my fifth delivery?), and headed to the hospital.
We arrived just late enough that we missed my doctor's 7:00 am visit, but we settled in and started monitoring the baby and learned that we had dilated to a 3 all on our own.
The nurse came in and said, "we are complete" (meaning dilated to a 10 and completely effaced- "complete" meaning it is time to push) just as I started pushing. Um... okay, so the agony had actually been the baby dropping from my ribs all the way down to the exit. Of course it felt like death!
Later, I learned that Isabella's father had walked all the way down the hallway because he heard her me yelling, "get her out of me!" and it had scared him.
Before I left, I kissed her forehead and told her I loved her.
Before I left, I did not cry.
But Isabella and her family are just beginning theirs...