My birth story I'm sending in to a parenting thing

It all started with being being an addict. Not the kind of addict you would expect though, a POAS addict. For those who don't know what that is let me fill you in, A Pee On A Stick addict. Yes after that first positive pregnancy test with my first son I went nuts with the pee sticks. My husband and I suffered from male factor infertility and had to go through IVF and a FET cycle to conceive our son so seeing those magical two lines was like winning the lottery. I got a rush from waiting to see what the test was going to say. So when my son was 15 months old, after not preventing nor expecting a pregnancy I sent my poor husband to the store to purchase a test. I of course ripped it out of his hand the moment he came in the door and rushed to the rest room where I already had my cup ready. I still remember like it was yesterday, holding my toddler on my hip and watching that test without blinking once, PREGNANT popped up in the window and shock went through my body. For a minute there I thought I had read it wrong. You know how you look at something, close your eyes and shake your head and reopen your eyes? Well that's exactly what I did and then my jaw dropped. I looked at my son, he looked at me and his little jaw dropped two, turning my shock into a game. I didn't know what to do, I had no idea how to tell my husband, this was NOT in our plan!

Now jump forward to six days before my due date, my son's second birthday. Jump past all why's, how's, and what are we going to do's. We just wanted to see our baby, we didn't want to wait anymore. My goal was to make it past my son's 2nd birthday and now that the day was almost over we took matters into our own hands. I was induced with my son and had a new doctor this time that was not for inductions. We walked three miles and I took some castor oil (do NOT attempt either of these without talking with your doctor first!!!). That was at 11pm. By 2am I had woke up and went to the restroom thanks to the castor oil and had my first contraction. No big deal, probably false labor just like two days before. Then I get a few more, four minutes apart. Still no big deal, my false labor was five minutes apart for hours. I decide to take a bath, wake my husband up and let him know what's going on. Contractions are now 2-3 minutes apart so I decide to get out of the bath and get to the hospital so they can make this "false labor" stop. It's now around 4:30pm. Then it's all down hill from there. I'm hurting, I can't even walk. I make it to the car and the handle above the door is my new best friend. Then guess what, we have to stop and get gas. Of all things we didn't remember to get gas before we walked and I chugged that drink. All I remember is that my husband was driving 90 mph and all I was saying was, "please no please no, just give me a few more minutes between contractions please!". By then they were coming 1-2 minutes apart and we still had over 30 miles to go. We are almost there and I'm sure I went pee on myself, then nope, it's my water breaking for sure, a huge gush all over our brand new car's seats. We make it there after some horrible words out of my mouth, my poor husband not saying a word, and my toddler staring at me like I'm crazy from the back seat. Let me just say this before I continue. Any hospital that thinks it's a good idea to lock the doors that go to the maternity floor at night and early morning are NUTS! We get upstairs and I say to the nurses, "I'm SO in labor!". They rush me to the room, I change in the restroom (dumb hospital gown went on backwards of course so that's another few minutes turning it around) and make it to the bed with my whole butt hanging out for the world to see. They check me and say, "She is complete.". Oh no no no, that was NOT in my birth plan! I wanted the epidural. I wanted my family there. 25 minutes of blowing and waiting for the doctor to show up, I get to pushing and within a few minutes our sweet Makenna'lea Grace is here. A head full of hair, perfect in every way. All the things I had planned out, all the things I was worried about like who was going to watch my son while I was in labor for hours on end. Those didn't even matter, they never mattered and I didn't even know it. They ended up taking her to the nursery because she had a slight mumor in her heart that turned out to be nothing and I really didn't get to see much of her other than the back of her head that was full of hair. My first look at her face was through my digital camera that was left in the car during the delivery. We got no photos of her birth, no photos of her first weight check, no photos of her first bath, nothing. Just the one photo of her little face through the window of the nursery that was on my digital camera (after my I had enough sense to tell him it was in the car the whole time).

My plans didn't go how I expected them to. After seeing our first born daughter, conceived without any treatment, I couldn't believe that at one point I wasn't over the moon about her coming into our family. I'm blessed with two miracles, one through FET and one the good old fashion way. We are so lucky in every way possible.