A Rude Awakening

About a week before Elena was born, I began to go into labor.  My husband drove me to the hospital and I had dilated to 4 cm.  Then everything stalled.  Because I was only 37 1/2 weeks, and my water hadn’t broken, there was nothing that my doctor could do for me.  I went home with strict instructions not to drive and to just take it easy, she could come at anytime.  June 16th came, my husband’s birthday was the next day, and I asked him what he wanted to do to celebrate.  “Let’s just have this baby.”  Well, he got a very special birthday present.  I woke up at 1:15 a.m. having strong contractions.  Jason called the doctor, and I called my mom to come stay with Caden and Ava.  As soon as I got off the phone with her, I knew we weren’t going to be able to wait.  I sent her a text saying simply to hurry, and my husband made the call to put the kids in the car and to meet her somewhere.  We were on the road by 1:30.  My contractions were getting really strong as we met my mom, Caden and Ava were basically thrown from our car to hers.  As Jason sped towards the hospital, about 45 min from our house, I was able to get myself into a zone.  I have no idea how I was able to do that, I certainly wasn’t able to do that with the other two.  As I calmly and quietly made it through each intense contraction, my husband began to worry that maybe I wasn’t really going into labor.  As he asked me if we needed to turn around and go home, a HUGE contraction ripped th rough my body and I knew something was wrong.  I reached down and could feel her head.  This could not be happening.  I turned to my husband and told him that he needed to call 911.  He looked at me in disbelief, and I could feel the car accelerate.  “Right Now!”, I shouted at him.  I had braced myself in the front seat and was trying not to push as the reality of the situation hit me.  Some how, by the grace of God, I was able to stay calm and focus on what I was going to have to do.  The 911 Operator had directed Jason on where to exit the highway and was guiding him to a location where the ambulance could meet us.  As Jason parked the car and started his way around the car and over to me, I knew that there was any way to stop this from happening in the deserted parking lot of the BP gas station.  I had one last contraction, and Elena made her way into this world before Jason could even open my door.  I managed to catch her in my arms and as I lifted her up to me, I saw the cord wrapped around her neck, twice.  Without any hesitation, I ripped that cord away.  The sounds of her cries is indescribable.  I heard her and believed that everything was going to be ok.  Per the direction of the 911 Operator, we turned on the heat and Jason grabbed a pair of my sweats from the bag we had packed for the hospital to wrap her in.  “Where is that ambulance?”, I kept thinking.  A crowd of volunteer firefighters, police officers, and who knows else had begun to form around the perimeter of the parking lot, but no one even came over to see if we were ok.  Finally, I could hear the siren of the ambulance making its way to us.  It felt like an eternity before the ambulance got to us, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes.  As the paramedic helped me to deliver the afterbirth and cut her cord, I remember thinking that this was going to be the worst of it.  We would go to the hospital, spend a day or two, and go home; put this traumatic experience behind us.

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~ by triumphsforelena on November 9, 2010.

2 Responses to “A Rude Awakening”

  1. OMG Leza! What a story, cannot even believe that.

  2. I’m happy to see that you are able to utilize journaling as a way to document and find your way through this journey. I used a blog during my infertility and then adoption journeys. I still keep my blog but it’s private now because there are people out there who don’t agree with adoption. Plus, it protects Holly. Your words are very well written Leza! I never knew you were such a good writer. You’ll probably start to get other people who will find your blog and eventually develop a community of support through online blogs. It’s an awesome place to go when things are tough. Good luck with your blog and I plan to follow along! Thank you for allowing others in your life like this…

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