An Unforgettable Incident

An Unforgettable Incident

Giving birth to my beautiful daughter is an incident that I will never forget. My daughter, Brooklynn, is my only child and is now seven months old. I remember the overwhelming anxiety that I had while awaiting my delivery date. Due to the fact that I was past my due date I had an appointment to have labor induced. I remember feeling extremely excited and terrified all at the same time. Despite all of my fear and anxiety, I was ready to bring new life into the world and meet my daughter and. At this point the pain and drudgery of pregnancy outweighed my anxiety and I was ready to give birth.

I remember the thoughts racing through my head on the way to the hospital. I knew that labor was going to be painful but to what extent? What will my daughter look like? How will I be in labor? But before I knew it my daughter's father and I arrived at the hospital. We then went to the labor and delivery area where I checked in. After a few moments that felt like forever a nurse emerged from the huge double doors and escorted me to my room. Upon entering the room, I changed into a hospital gown and anxiously waited. Another nurse came and introduced herself and informed me that she would be my nurse during my delivery. She prepped me with an IV and gave me some medicine that would induce the labor.

About an hour later I still did not have any earth shaking contractions, so a doctor entered the room and broke my water. After another couple of hours, the contractions intensified and became more frequent. The contractions were something so different and painful that I decided to get an epidural. Once the epidural was in I was able to relax a little due to the intensity of the contractions simmering down a little bit. Then out of nowhere I felt the need to push, I did not fight this strange sensation I simply began to push. The nurse came in and began coaching me through the pushing and breathing. That is when my actual labor began. I pushed with all my might for two and a half hours and finally the nurse told me that she could see my daughters head. About half an hour later my daughter's head was almost out, the nurse was able to grab some of her hair and actually pull it to where I could see the hair. Then after thirty more minutes of pushing with all the power I could find, there was not any progress. The doctor came in and told me to try a few more pushes, so I did, and still no result.

Then a group of doctors arrived and explained to me that I was a very tough girl but I would not be able to deliver my daughter naturally. They told me that I was going to have a cesarean. After I protested, due to the fact that a cesarean terrified me, the doctors insisted that it was absolutely necessary. The anesthesiologist that gave me my epidural began to give me the medicine to numb me from the chest down. The nurses and anesthesiologist