When the ceremonies were finally over (so I thought) they told me it was time for pictures. I was about ready to take this belly off so I could feel better but I, unfortunately, couldn't do that. So we did what it felt like hours of photographs. Dying of heat and pain it was finally over and we had to walk back to the venue. At this point someone was holding my hand and my shoes so I wouldn't fall over. We did our welcoming party into the reception room and for the first time in 4 hours (maybe more) I got to sit. My best friend was there and he got to sit with me at my table. I was happy for that because he had moved to Puerto Rico a year before and I haven't gotten to see him. So he could tell I wasn't feeling well and there was a buzzing in the crowd that I was going to have the baby any minute. Even when I went to the bathroom people would be standing outside of the door asking if I was alright. I was, except for all the cramping in my belly! So the night went forward and I did my toast and reassured everyone I wasn't having the baby that night and to celebrate my parent's wedding.
The party ended early (well for my family at least) and at around 11:30 we packed up my car and I was ready to go home and take my brother and sister. Since it was their wedding night they stayed at a hotel, I thought that was a great idea because our house was packed with guests. On the way home we stopped at McDonald's (hehehe yes! I was prego!). I ordered fries, an apple pie, and drink for myself and apple pies for the kids. It was late I was exhausted so eating wasn't on my mind but I figured something was better than nothing. When we got home I was not up for getting the things from my trunk, we planned on doing it in the morning (bad idea). We all went up to bed and since the house was full my brother slept on my room floor and my sister slept in my bed. I couldn't sleep very well that night. Kept getting up and going to the bathroom because it felt like I had to pee but couldn't. So I went down stairs got some water and tried to make myself comfortable. It was impossible.
So around 4am I finally called my doctor's office to ask if I should come in to see him, I was having pains and they were about 3-1 minute apart and I wasn't due until another month. He advised me to go to the hospital. Oh shit, what the hell is going to happen is what crossed my mind. I tried calling my parents and guess what, they never checked in to the hotel they told me they were staying at! I called the people who they could be with... no answer. I was freaking out. But then I got it in my mind that this was just going to be a false alarm. I grabbed my purse, a pair of underwear (don't ask why), my insurance card (which was already in my wallet), car keys and left a note. I told my siblings and all the other people that were in the house that I went to the hospital and to not worry I well let them know if anything happens. I got to the ER around 5am, checked in and they took me fairly quickly. I explained to them the situation and answered a million other questions. Then they told me to change into the gown and check my progress. It turns out I was already 3cm dilated and there was no chance for me to leave the hospital, I was having the baby that morning. I was franticly calling around trying to find my parents and tell them. I couldn’t find them, not until it was already 8am! I was in the hospital by myself, going to have a baby and nobody knew. At round 7am I called the baby's father, just because I didn’t want to give birth alone. I had no overnight bag and absolutely no support, I didn’t even finish the birthing class I was taking. I was scared, and relief all at the same time.
When I found them, they stayed at a different hotel but their friend's knew where they were, I let them know what was going on and to let them know, I called them again and made sure they were on their way. Since they had no car and no clothes (except for the wedding attire) they had to take a taxi to our house and get dressed in something else. They didn’t get to the hospital till 9:30am (which was pretty fast) finally after the stress of going through that I was progressing through my labor. I started getting intense contractions and they hurt like no other pain I’ve ever felt. I was cranky too and kept yelling at baby daddy to leave me along and stop touching me, I only wanted my mom. So In this delivery room were my mom, new dad and baby daddy. At around 9:45 they said I was only 8 1/2cm. I yelled and said there are half’s! WTF! I said I was ready and they said not yet, after 5 minutes I asked for medication and they said it was too late! I was so frustrated because of the pain I wanted to quit. They checked me again and said I was ready, push. I pushed so hard I felt light headed and when I tried to get a breath they told me to keep pushing. I could feel everything! It was then I knew that this was the worst pain in my life. His head was out and then the shoulders and the rest of the body felt like it just fell out. Fewwhh.. It was over! Or so I though, my new son made me tear and so I had to get a few stitches. God damn you think they would just be careful after all that but no, I felt that needle and said "damn it, what the hell are you doing?!?!?!" and the doctor gave me the nastiest look. It’s funny as I think of it now but I was truly pissed off.
Seeing my wonderful little boy was the best remedy to all the other drama. It was such a crazy time but finally he was here.
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