Endometriosis

Short Story: Tamara Inez was born on September 24th, at 4.09 am at 38 weeks, 8 days before her due date (Just like her Mommy 30 years ago) Her weight 7 lb 9 oz. Far away have been left all those fears I had after my 18 week ultrasound, that showed two soft markers. She is a very healthy baby. And I am so in love with her. I feel that all I went through was worth it to have her today in my arms.

Long Story: My due date was October 2nd, (7th by the first u/s) I was convinced that she was going to be born between those dates. But... The night of October 22nd I started having contractions. I've had them before, but this time they were way more painful. I spent the night up, timing the contractions. They were every 15 minutes, sometimes less, sometimes more than that. At 8 am I decided to call my doctor's nurse. She told me to time contractions frequency and duration for two more hours and to call her back. When I did, she said they were very irregular but that I still should go to the hospital and be checked. We loaded the car and at noon on the 23rd we arrived to the hospital. They put me in the triagge room and hooked me up to the monitors. They checked my cervix, I was 2-3 cm. The contractions were still very irregular. They made me walk for an hour in the hall, If I didn't make any progress with that I guess they were sending me back home. But I did progress. I was 3-4 cm when I went back to the room. So they admitted me. The doctor on rotation came to introduce himself, and then my doctor came to check on me. I was going to deliver during the night so he was not going to be there. I got the epidural, not nice to have it applied, but after that I was able to relax since I didn't feel any more the contractions. I felt good for a while. At the beginning it seemed things were fast but then they slowed down. They thought I was going to deliver around 10 pm, but at that time I was still far from 10 cm. After 8 cm even with the epidural I was having painful contractions, I was very uncomfortable with my position in bed, and all this made my energy drain. When I was close to 10 cm, I was telling DH, that I was not going to be able to do it, that I may need a C Section, because I couldn't even keep my eyes opened. But then I felt sick, and threw up. That was like a reset button. I felt my energy come back. Then I was dilated and with the nurse and DH in the room I started to push. I had to push for more than two hours, since my contractions were every 5 minutes, and they should be closer together. When Baby was almost there the nurse, called the doctor, and he and the rest of the nurses came in. With the doctor there we pushed through one more contraction or two. And after the last one he was staring at the monitor. Seems that Baby's heartbeat had dropped to the 90s, and since my contractions were very spaced, he decided I was going to push without one, because he didn't want to wait 5 more minutes for the contraction to come. And I did push very hard, and then Tamara was born. What a moment to see that little body come out of me. And the crying... and I couldn't stop crying either. It was just then that I forgot all the pain and all the wait, and I was sure I could do this again and again if I was going to feel this joy at the end. They took her to the side to check her, and after a while they brought her to me. I can't explain how much in love I am with her. I don't even remember how my life was before her. She is very healthy. Her blood pressure was a bit high when she was born, and she had a fever, but they weren't concerned because it could be the stress of birth, and when they rechecked her, it was normal.

Now we are home, Tamara is turning 2 weeks tonight. I am over the moon and speechless.

MAR