Rose Emiliana Sex: girl Born: 25 August, 2008 Age: 0 years & 102 days Birthday in: 263 days Starsign: Virgo Development: See the 3 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

Birth details

Rose-Emiliana`s birthstory

I had several days of regular contractions that got closer and closer together. They led to frustration,excitement, and many sleepless nights. By Saturday night, they were 7 or less minutes apart. Russell and I counted them ,worked on breathing efforts, and even made brownies for the hospital staff during early labor. We wanted to stay at home as long as possible but headed out at 2am Monday morning (after 6 hous of intense contractions at home). We had the mistaken delusion that if we arrived later in labor, we would be seen sooner. Due to several unforseen events (hospital lost our registration information, 4 births when we arrived, a baby in distress, etc.) we were not made a priority. We spent 5 hours in the triage room on monitors, waiting to see a doctor. I didn`t have the abiility to use the laboring techniques I had planned like showering, rocking, walking, or using the labor ball while the pain was getting more and more intense. Russell was my only salvation.

By the time I got a room, I had been going for 12 hours and thought I`d go out of my mind. I agreed to the epidural and have no regrets. It`s really what I had to do at that point. I spent the next 12 hours very, very happy. I spoke to the people I loved, visited with my mother in law, and reserved my energy for the final stage of labor. I had the support of my husband, his mother, and the amazing hospital staff. I loved handing out brownies and having that time before Rose came to collect my thoughts. I was so content that a doctor even commented that I was way to nice and happy to be in labor.

Things changed quickly once I was fully dilated and ready to push. I couldn`t feel enough in the first 30 minutes, so the nurse turned off my epidural. I asked if it was off when the pressure got more and more intense, but I was told that it wasn`t and just to push through. More and more doctors and nurses came into the room over the next half hour and my pain mounted. By the second hour of pushing, I realized that something was wrong. They were speaking about Rose`s heart rate dropping and all 8 doctors and nurses in the room were urging me to continue. Russell saw the concerned looks, but I only knew that I had to get the baby out and didn`t know how. I was not as quiet or dignified as I had wanted to be, but I just couldn`t help it. I think I apologized for being loud between each push! Finally, they told me that Rose`s heart rate was dropping because her cord was wrapped around her neck and that I shouldn`t panic. For some reason, I knew that they`d do what they had to do to keep us safe. After 2 1/2 hours of pushing, they ended up using a vacuum, I tore, and I had an epistiotomy. Who would have thought that such a teeny little girl would be so hard to get out.

As soon as Rose was born, I felt such an incredible calm. Russell cried, and I just looked at her knowing that this was the most perfect baby in the world. She looked me right in the eye immediately and just blinked at me. The doctors were so happy with her color (pink!) and gave us a long time together to bond. I couldn`t believe how beautiful she was (even with her cone-shaped head). She immediately scored an Apgar of 9 (very good!) and I was allowed to stay with her until I was discharged from the hospital. She was admired by everyone (who wouldn`t admire her beautiful face?) and she and I received a clean bill of health on Wednesday afternoon. I learned how to breastfeed and she did it so well that the doctor said that her biliruben number was the lowest she`d ever seen! No jaundice, yipee. We are now at home, and she is just the baby I thought she`d be when she was in my belly. She`s snuggly, mellow, sweet, and just perfect. She calms me and is the most beautiful thing that`s ever happened to me. Russell and I love the family that we have. My life is more complete than I ever imagined.