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Tayla- Hospital Birth

The night of March 11, 2005, is when my actual contractions began. I had been baby-sitting for my mother and chasing my 3 and 4 year old siblings. They tired me out and I began to feel contractions. When my Mother came home from work I told her that I had been having contractions, but not consistently. She told me to lay down, put my feet up and take 2 Tylenol, so I did. After that the contractions died out and I was able to sleep. The next day, (happened to be my due date) my Mother had to work and again asked me to baby-sit the kids until 8:00pm. When she came home I told her I was going to go home because I wanted to shower and prepare since I could tell I would be going into labor soon.  When I got home I let my boyfriend (Jeremy) know that I had been having contractions and that tonight would be probably be the night. So I took my shower, and gathered all I needed for the hospital. After being home for about an hour the contractions began to get closer. I called my friend Brandi (she was going to join us in the delivery room) and told her. She told me I should walk around to try and get them going consistently, and when they get to 5 minutes apart call my doctor and then her.  10 minutes later the contractions were 5 minutes apart. So at 9:30 I made my calls and we were on our way. In the car I was so afraid that this would be a false alarm and I would be sent home. I didn't want to be sent home, so we decided to take the stairs up to the 4th floor, in hopes that would make my contractions stronger.  When we finally made it up stairs I was checked by the on-call doctor, I was at 4 cm. I let out a big sigh of relieve.

Now that I was in my room and ready I couldn't wait for things to get more intense. Though I could feel the contractions, I didn't find them at all painful. By midnight Jeremy had fallen asleep on the couch. Me and Brandi were talking and trying to make it as fun as possible. It really made time fly by. From about 12:30-4:30 I switched off between rocking and walking. At 4:40 Brandi had to run home and nurse her baby. I laid in bed and tried to sleep. She got back around 5 and my Mom showed up soon after. The doctor came in and checked me and I was just about 6 cm, and my water still intact. The nurse would kept asking if I would like to have something for the pain.  I was starting to get irritated because I was so tired and just wanted a little break. I think She could tell, and told me it would help me to sleep. I really did want anything and Brandi tried to remind me. I figured if I took something then I would be able to rest and build up strength for when pushing time came. So I agreed to take demoral.
 It allowed me to get at most 15 minutes of rest in between contractions and pretty much just left me feeling sick and dizzy. I was glad when it wore off and told them I didn't want anything else, I wanted to have the baby. At 6am the on-call doctor came back in and broke my water to try and speed things along.  There wasn't much water, but I did start to feel the contractions much stronger. From then until about 9:00 am the contraction were so intense. I had cold cloths and ice covering me from head to toe. I still managed to keep up conversation and even get in a few laughs. Come 9:00 am, I was ready! At least that's what I thought.  I told the nurse I was ready to push just as the new on-call doctor was came in to checked my progress..... I was only 8 cm. She told me I would have to wait. So I did, after an hour of waiting I was at 10 cm, I WAS READY!
     I was so excited, yet so nervous at the same time. I knew at that moment I was finally going to be a Mom! And I couldn't wait! Jeremy couldn't handle seeing me in pain and thought he was going get sick, so off to the waiting room he went.  My Mom and Brandi stayed with me. I began pushing, the whole time in my head I was thinking "WOW, I'm doing this!". It almost felt like I stepped out of my body and was just watching this all happen in awe.  I had the two best coaches I could have asked for by my side. They were making me feel so good and just kept me going.
 At 10:22AM TAYLA ELIZABETH was born, 7lbs 11oz....  I sighed and just could not take my eyes off her as they brought her to get cleaned up. This was the first time I felt like I was a women. I had never really had a close relationship with my Mom, but at that time seeing my Mom and my daughter and tears of accomplishment coming down my moms face It was honestly the most amazing moment of my life.
 
 
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