My Baby Gyrl Is Here

She's here!!! Little Miss Sheyla Michele Clary arrived December 14, 2009 at 8:24AM :-) She was well worth the wait!!! So here's my birth story because I am BEYOND proud of me!!!

So, Sunday me and Lamar was talkin' about grocery shoppin' and he said that he would go but I didn't really trust him to do no major shopping so I texted him and told him that I would go. I didn't wind up goin' to the store till like 9:30PM, did some heavy duty shopping and got home around 10:30PM. I had been feeling just fine aside from a little backache that had persisted for the past few days. So once I got home Lamar helped me put the groceries up and I proceeded to make dinner even though it was pushin' 11:00PM. I had to cook somethin' since I had all these choices now. So I decided to make bbq chicken strips with rice and fried corn. We at like 11:30PM while watchin' 'The Stepfather', I still felt good. I actually decided to make the Mrs. Smith's apple pie that I got cause I'm a greedy bitch and he had the munchies. So we ate the pie with some cookies and cream ice-cream around 12:30AM while watchin' the season finale of 'Dexter' (amazing season finale!!!)

So all weekend I had been craving some backshots cause I knew that I wouldn't have that much longer to get them so I had already knew that it was goin' down tonight. So I started reachin' into his boxers and went to work on his johnson. Before long it was at its full attention and I meekly asked for some backshots. He smiled and granted my wish over and over and over again!!! And knowin' that this might be the last time in a while, I definitely was puttin' in a little extra work, some stripper shakes and splits. So once he nutted and I nutted, I got up to pee as usual, but my stomach was hurtin' like I had to shit but I couldn't so I just got back in the bed. This was around 2:00AM. Lamar got up to smoke a cigarette and he stopped at the bathroom before he got back in the bed and said 'Whew, bubble guts' So at this point, I'm just thinkin' it's all that damn food we ate so damn late. But once he got in the bed, he fell right to sleep.

Me, on the other hand, I kept gettin' up tryin' to go to the bathroom cause it was keeping me awake. So I was shittin' a little bit, but nothin' to offer any real relief. I started walkin' around the apartment, drinkin' water tryin' to get somethin' to move. Still to this point, it had not occurred to me that these could have been contractions. But by the time it was 4:45AM I started to see if the sensation to shit was coming in regular intervals and it was about 8 minutes apart so I figured they were contractions. I woke Lamar up at 5:00AM and said 'I think I'm havin' contractions' He woke right up and started gettin' ready. By this time the pain seemed like it had gotten worse, but that might've just been mental since I knew that they were contractions. So while I was tryin' to get dressed Lamar went and put my suitcase in the car and pulled it around. By the time he got back up to the apartment I was ready and he helped me down the stairs.

On the way to the hospital the pain seemed like it ceased to exist as separate contractions but it was just non-stop but I was takin' it. We got to the hospital at about 5:15AM and since I had pre-registered, all I had to do was sign a few papers. That was even a chore because I was still in pain. There were some other women in the waiting room and everybody was just chillin'. I didn't understand why everybody else was so calm and I couldn't even sit still. Lamar kept tellin' me to sit down (like that would make it better, in reality, that was makin' it so much worse). So while I was waitin' for the nurse to come I was just walkin' in laps in the hallway tryin' to breathe through the contractions. Finally a nurse came and thankfully I didn't have to get into the wheelchair cause that woulda made it so much worse.

Once in the labor & delivery room the nurse told me to take off my clothes and change into the gown. I went into the bathroom and changed my clothes but not without tryin' to go to the bathroom again. Still at this point I still felt like that would make me feel better. I explained to the nurse that the pain felt like I had to go to the bathroom and she confirmed that those were contractions. By this point, I couldn't tell the contractions apart to say how far apart they were. It wasn't that they were constant but it was just not a clear stop to them. The nurse hooked me up to a monitor and checked my cervix. By this time I was between 4 & 5cm and that explained why the pain was so consistent. Even the monitor wasn't pickin' up distinct contractions, the nurse said that it was more like constant cramping. But there were definitely points where it would get a lot worse. The nurse asked if I wanted or needed pain med. For some reason I was sayin' I don't know. I knew that I was thinkin' about doin' natural but that pain was kickin' my ass. The nurse said she would ask me again in a few. By the time she came back I said yeah, let's do it. She said she would send the anesthesiologist in to talk to me.

So since I was hooked up to the monitor I was laid up in the bed waiting and all I could do was move my feet around to keep the pain down. I was still tryin' to get up to go the bathroom and nothin' was workin'. At one point the pain was so bad I felt like I was gonna throw up. I told Lamar to bring the garbage can over to me and sure enough all that rice and corn that I had eaten earlier that night came up. Ha, ha, ha! Lamar said he almost tossed his cookies at that point. After I threw up he resumed feeding me ice chips that I was chompin' on like there was no tomorrow. At this point I couldn't figure out what the hell was takin' the nurse nor the anesthesiologist so damn long. After I had thrown up the nurse brought me a bedpan just in case I threw up again. By this time I had decided to stand up. When the pain got really bad I just leaned over the bed and put my head in the bedpan. Ha, ha, ha! Somethin' about my face bein' in that bedpan made me feel better, like there was more air or somethin'.

By 7:00AM the nurse checked me again and said that I was fully dilated. I still hadn't got the epidural yet so I quickly asked 'That means that I'm not gonna be able to get the epidural?!' and she said that she would send in another nurse to check my dilation just to be sure. The second opinion nurse said that I was between 9 & 10cm and that I could still get the epidural. Just as the anesthesiologist was comin' in I was talkin' to the initial nurse about goin' natural. She knew that that was somethin' that I was considering so she reassured me that the pain would go away once I started pushin' and my labor had progressed so nicely and the epidural would only take away the urge to push. I asked her how much longer I would be in labor and she said that I was gonna have the baby any minute so I told that anesthesiologist to hit the bricks! I guess I was seein' the light at the end of the tunnel cause from that point on I was just rockin' out with those contractions. I did get a little cranky at one point. The nurse kept tryin' to find the heartbeat while I was standin' up and I had to tell her to get the hell off of me. I was tellin' Lamar to call my mom and his mom and he was takin' a little bit too long and I snapped at his ass too. And they were also playin' this rock radio station over the intercom and I had to tell them to turn that off. It was like my senses were on high and everything was driving me crazy. Lamar was tellin' me to calm down and stop bein' rude. I quickly told him where he could go since he wasn't goin' through this pain.

The nurse kept reassuring me that I was gonna have the baby any minute now which was makin' me so anxious. When I had first come in they told me that my OB would be in at 8:00AM and it was about 5 minutes till. at 8:00AM on the dot my doctor came in with her coat in her hand and the nurse informed her that I was about to have the baby right now! All I remember is my doctor yellin' 'Let's have a baby!!!' She broke my water with that little hook and I felt that warm ooze underneath me. I had been wonderin' what it would feel like for my water to break. After that it was go time. The doctor told me to pull my legs back, and I said 'I have to hold them myself?!!!' and the nurse in doctor replied 'Yes!' in unison. I totally thought that I would have some help with that. So I did as I was told as best I could and Lamar helped me with one of the legs. The nurse told me that I needed to push so I did for as long as I could, which was like 4 seconds. She didn't give me a time limit so my over controlling ass had to stop and ass, for how long do I have to push? The nurse said 'until I say stop'. That wasn't clear enough instruction for me, I had to know how long I was expected to do that shit cause it wasn't easy so finally my doctor told me 10 seconds. The next time I felt the urge to shit I pushed until it felt like my head was about to explode (literally). Everyone was congratulating me on doing a fantastic job but the doctor made me do that a good more 5 times before she said 'I see her!!!' And I was beginning to feel like this whole thing wasn't so bad until I felt my little Sheyla Michele coming through me!!! Oh my gosh! That was the only time I screamed and upon opening my eyes from the screen here I see my late ass mother running in as soon as the head was coming out. The doctor told me one more push to get her all the way out and the next thing you know, at 8:24AM on December 14, 1009, I'm starin' at Sheyla Michele for the first time!!! Wow! I had always thought that my first thought would be 'Oh my God, my baby!!!' but I actually thought 'Thank God you're outta me!!!' Ha, ha, ha!!!