So it’s for sure now, the little baby growing inside me is a boy, giving me full rights to say, “I told you so.”
I knew from the moment I found out I was pregnant that he was my little guy but this I’ve heard isn’t too uncommon. Most moms I’ve talked to said they knew what theirs were too. His name is Odin Phineas Jasper and I love him so much already.
I’m 36 weeks now and only a little bit longer to go!! Daddy’s working so hard for his little guy and he’s always telling me how much he loves us… I love watching Odin move, I can’t wait to hold him in my arms. I love Autumn, my favorite season, along with Spring. I love the brilliant and beautiful reds, golds, and browns as the leaves change in preparation for the cold winter ahead. I love the smells of Halloween drifting through the air. I always smell sweetly spiced baking in Autumn but I don’t know why. Finally we can start using the woodstove again.
He was 4 weeks early….. August 16. My due date was supposed to be September 16. Here’s my story…
So, Tuesday night, I started cramping really bad, (My hunny was the one who said to call my doctor). So Wednesday morning, I called my dr. She said to go right away to Labor and Delivery!! I got a little scared and had to go alone since my hunny is working. I didn’t think I would be having my baby but I packed a bag and left it in my car. They monitored the baby’s heart for about 6 hours and said that I was having a few contractions so they gave me something to stop them that would only last for a few hours- it made me feel like I drank 10 cups of coffee- checked my cervix and said that i was 1cm dilatated, but my cervix was still hard. Then sent me home. The only thing I knew was that baby could come in a day or in a month…more waiting, and I wasn’t allowed to be working.
I came home and the cramping came back! I really didn’t think I was going into labor so soon. We fell asleep at around 8 pm that night…and woke up at midnight, thinking I pee’d my pants. (I have no idea why I thought that.) I was half asleep, so I changed my undies and I did that about 3 times before I realized…WAIT!! That’s my water that just broke!! My best girl who is also preggers ( 2 weeks ahead of me…) was over that night! I woke her and was still sort of in denial that my WATER JUST BROKE. Haha… I told my hunnie to sleep and I would call him when I get to the hospital (he works A LOT, well that and he wouldn’t wake up! I don’t think he realized I was IN labor!, although neither did I). I was frustrated on how much water was leaking. She told me to grab a towel and get in the car! At this point, I didn’t feel like I was in labor so I was still not for sure this was really happening!
After getting to the hospital and being assured that I am in labor and must have the baby in the next 24 hours- because of the risk of infection since my water’s already broke! My dad got to the hospital at about 6 am, which was awesome! I called him when I was on my way to the hospital at midnight and he hops in his car and drove 4 hours to be there! Sooo…. I start having really bad contractions at about 7 am, because they start me on poiticin to make my labor progress. And I got the epidural at about 10 am, which was hard b/c I was having to slouch over during them, and they were BAD!! So they stop the poticin, realizing the contractions are getting TOO HIGH!!! I was crying so hard and in so much pain, all the nurse said was to try and stay calm and my back relaxed. I could cuss and swear but all she wanted me to do was relax…. Yeah, not as easy when you are getting a needle put in your back and having BAD contractions at the same time. I didn’t want to cuss I wanted to cry.
The doctor was convinced the baby would not fit and I was having a c section at noon. By 11:30, they checked my cervix and said I was 9 1/2 cm dilated and they could feel the baby’s head dropped down. They thought now it may fit.
The epidural wore off an hour or so before I was checked the last time and GOD was I in pain.
I started to push at 1:00. Between pushes, I started to feel a relief from the contractions and I could actually smile and watch the mirror. I asked them to put it so I can watch the baby come out, And give my hunny kisses and actually open my eyes. At 2:28, he was born! He didn’t cry for a bit, and hunny for to cut the cord… They put him on my and me and my hunny cried at how beautiful our slimy little baby is!!
I was in a lot of pain, and it was hard but now that it is all over, I can say it wasn’t so bad…but that’s just cause it is over and now my beautiful baby boy is here. Since he was early, they had to take him for 3 hours. I was DYING to get him back 🙂 He weighed 6lbs and was 19 inches long. He looks JUST like his daddy! We left the hospital and he is now 6 lbs 3 oz as of Sept 2. Although he had jaundice for about the first 2 weeks and almost had to be admitted back to the hospital- Mommy made him all better and being a month preemie he is doing amazing!! We are so happy!
His name is Lyric Rain.
And he is beautiful…
My hunny was an amazing support through the pushing. He was all I wanted and all I could ask for… Although he slept through most of the screaming and crying of the contractions before I started to push- as he was sleeping on his little bed next to me… My dad was there!!! And he was the most amazing support through that crying and trying to breath without passing out…which was hard! I love you two both!
Hello everyone!!! I’m 19 years old. I found out about a week and a half ago that I’m going to be a mommy.
I am married to a wonderful husband, but we are both young and are very nervous! I just had my first ultrasound done today, I’m 7 weeks along! My due day is April 30th.
If anyone shares that due date or around there, let me know!!
I have about a month and a couple days left until Baby Ethan is born.
I am very excited. I wasn’t at the beginning, but now I am. We’ve got everything picked out for what to have him wear home from the hospital, and even his Halloween costume.
He moves all the time. No matter what time of day it is. It’s really cool how you can see him move too.
What followed my getting suspended from school was a remarkable four months or so…
South African schools run from January to December and I was suspended at about the end of October, and Damien was due on April 6th the next year. I went to school to write my exams during the weeks that followed- but that was it. I had to wear civilian clothes because I was in disgrace and so was not allowed to wear the school uniform (every school in South Africa has a uniform), but I enjoyed that and took every opportunity to show off my baby bump! I got such a kick out of everyone knowing I was pregnant and that I loved my baby and that I intended to keep it!
My baby daddy was also writing his exams as his suspension had the same terms mine did- and we had similar grade 11 subjects- but even when we saw each other at the school, we barely spoke. On the one day, I tried showing him the ultrasound pictures from my OB-GYN visit the week before, half hoping I could kindle some kind of paternal fascination for the little bean growing inside me… but he hardly even looked up. I think that may well have been the day that I came to the total realization that there was no future for us together at all.
I tried to carry on as “normally” as I could. When my grade 11 “home room” class had a year-end celebration at a classmate’s house, I was invited; and I would see friends on weekends as well. And when the schools reopened in the January, I attended sports events and the school beauty pageant and basically attempted to live as if I had finished high school the year before instead of having had to leave. I kept a lot of my friends, and made many new ones… discovering people cared, when I didn’t even know they knew who I was, was just one of the surprises in store for me… but I also lost a few friends- and some of my friends’ parents reacted like pregnancy was contagious or something!
I was exceptionally blessed in that my parents (and later my family)- after getting over the initial shock- were fully accepting of my pregnancy and looked forward to Damien’s arrival like any grandparents would!
My parents were in their late thirties at the time and so were understandably surprised! They also backed my decision not to marry my baby daddy- I wanted to finish school and study further before I even thought about getting married. Back then, South Africa’s education department policies did not allow pregnant girls to stay at school and as a result, we decided to keep my pregnancy as quiet as possible so I could finish the school year. But after I split with my son’s father, we were still going to the same high school, so I saw him every day. I cried non-stop for weeks on end, which caused endless rumours to spread around the school- everything from me having a drug problem to my supposedly committing suicide!! It was very hard… especially since he continued to live as though this were a “normal” break up and started dating again soon afterwards. Since I was not behaving like this was a “normal” break up; the rumours spread quickly- reaching the teacher’s ears, as these things do.
By the time the school’s vice principal confronted me about the stories, I was almost four months pregnant and we only had about a week to go before the year’s final exams started. My ex and I were called into the office after the vice principal asked me if I was pregnant and I simply said “yes” (and I’ll never forget the look on her face) and we were then told we could complete our final exams, but would not be allowed to return to the school. Our parents were contacted as well, of course. I went straight from the principal’s office to recess, and told all my friends what was happening- that I was pregnant and that I had been suspended and would be keeping my baby and everything I could think of apart from that! Since I lived near my school and had younger sisters and a brother who did (and would) attend the same school, and since I had no intention of vanishing off the face of the planet like so many girls who fell pregnant at school, I didn’t want any mystery surrounding why I was leaving the school.
That was my last day at school, and pretty much the last time I spoke to my son’s father- apart from a couple of lame attempts on my part (while we were writing our exams and I saw him at the school) to get him to see what was going on. Honestly, I think at that stage I still harboured a slim hope that we could keep contact if only for my son’s sake… He showed no interest in anything I said and by the time December came around and the schools closed for the Christmas holiday, I knew there was no hope for us- not even for a part-time parenting relationship.
