Well, I no longer look like I swallowed one of these:
Actually, it still looks like I've swallowed one, but it's sprung a major leak. Giving birth to a 9 pound 7 ounce, 21 inch long baby will do that to a gal.
Yup. After having consistent contractions all weekend, I had our not-so-little, little baby late Sunday night. It was an intense experience, as things progressed a little more quickly at the end than I thought they would.
When we arrived at the hospital I was dilated to 4 cm, so I thought we had plenty of time for me to receive the necessary antibiotics before the baby's arrival. It was quite leisurely at first-- I spent some time walking around, hung out in the bed for a while, gabbed a bit with the nurses and midwife (pausing to breathe through contractions as I went, of course).
But then, when I was dilated to a 7, my water broke and everything leapt into overdrive-- I went from being dilated to a 7 to pushing within 5 minutes! It was absolutely insane and crazy. Let's just say there was a lot of swearing, and it was all on my part. After about 15 minutes of pushing, our baby girl made her grand entrance.
So much for thinking I had plenty of time.
Our not-so-little, little baby has been having some issues keeping her oxygen levels up and so has been spending a lot of her time in the NICU. But they think her issues are being caused by reflux and have started her on medication to hopefully resolve the issue. Our fingers are crossed that we'll be able to go home soon.
We sure are glad our baby is here. Now I just need to come up with her blog name...