I’m Winter, and I’m very excited to be a guest on this lovely blog! I first found Misty on Instagram through the AppleCheeks cloth diapering community. Through that I began following her blog. When she posted that she wanted to do some guest posts, I was totally on board! So, here goes nothing!
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Want to know a little about me? I blog over at No Drama Little Mama. I’m 25 years old. I’m married to my best friend, Casey, for almost 4 years now. We have a gorgeous little 15 month old girl named Harper, who owns my heart (and her daddies too). We live on the beautiful island of Grand Manan, in New Brunswick, Canada. I’m also Registered Nurse in the ER on the island. I blog about all sorts of things, including parenting, weight loss, fitness, and just life in general. Come on over and visit!
It’s strange to think back to the day we gave birth to Harper. It seems so long ago, and yet it was only 15 months ago. How does that happen, anyway?
Something important that you should know, is that living on an island has its benefits (amazing natural beauty, no traffic, minimal pollution, etc), but it also has drawbacks. When it comes to delivering a baby, it’s not something that I wanted to do at our tiny hospital (with no Labour and Delivery ward), not to mention where I work!
So, Casey and I left the island when I was 38 weeks along. We stayed in the city, where I was to deliver, with a friend and her mom. We were so grateful to have them take us in for the time we were there. I don’t know what we would have done otherwise.
At 40 weeks and 3 days, I met with my OB one last time. After many hours of walking and bouncing on a birthing ball, I was no closer to labour than I was at 20 weeks. She made the appointment to induce me, beginning the next day with some cervical ‘ripening’ gel.
On February 28th, we got up early and drove to the hospital for 6:30 AM. We were both pretty nervous, and not too interested in food, but I ate something because I knew it would be a long day without food! We were admitted to L&D, and settled into our room. I changed into my hospital gown, and they began my IV Pitocin by 8 AM. Not much took place until 10, when I got checked and was at 2 cm. After that I began having some discomfort and cramping.
At 11, I was checked again, but there was no change. That’s when the real party started. I started getting some pretty serious cramping. I tried several different things to get ‘comfortable’ (is anyone ever comfortable in labour?). After about an hour or so, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I asked for something for pain. I didn’t really want any morphine, but that’s what I got. The other med that they give has a really short lifespan, and they would have to give it several times to last as long as the morphine would.
At 12:15 I got into the shower there. It made everything better. Casey sprayed my lower back with hot water, and I was able to labour in there for an hour or so. We had some issues with the nurse that covered my nurse for her lunch break (short tempered, rude, etc). Anyway, by about 1:00 I was ready to ask for the epidural, but I wanted to wait to ask for it when my regular nurse got back from lunch. I figured I was only about 5 cm along and it was going to be a long day, so I might as well get the epidural then.
By the time she got back, shortly after 1:00 PM, I stood up to get out of the shower, dry off, and go get the epidural. When I stood, I began to feel the urge to push. It began to happen, whether I wanted it to or not. I told the nurse, and she rushed me back to the bed and checked me. The look on her face when she told the other nurse that I was at 9 cm was priceless! People started moving very quickly, getting into position after that.
I was rather frightened, and really wanted the epidural! I kept asking for it, and was told that it wasn’t likely that there was time. My nurse tried to assure me and said “You CAN do this! You’re going to do great, and you’re just going to push that baby girl out!” Which was true, because I was pushing, rather involuntarily! By the time the anaesthetist got there, it really was too late. He popped in the door and was told that they could see her head. He waved good bye to everyone and left.
So, I did exactly what I was supposed to do (pushed her out!). I got some other means of pain control to help me along, but the real relief came with pushing. Casey was such a trooper! Held my leg, and did everything that was asked of him. After an hour and a half, at 3:31 PM, Harper Marion Elizabeth Benson was born, weighing in at 6 pounds 7 ounces! She was having a bit of difficulty breathing since I had been given the Morphine less than 3 hours prior to her delivery, but came around nicely after a couple minutes. As she was being carried from me to the nurses workstation, I hear “WOW she looks like her daddy!!” I’ve heard that for the last 15 months, and I love it.
Harper had to stay in the NICU for a few days due to jaundice, and Casey and I had to stay in the hostel there, but it all went pretty well. We finally made it home to the island March 5th, and the rest his history!
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We now have a beautiful, happy, healthy 15 month toddler with over a dozen teeth and a very independent state of mind. Motherhood is a crazy challenging whirlwind, but I love it, and wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world!
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