Monday, October 24, 2011
Mini Me's Birthday
I waited an hour, probably eating golden delicious apples because my hormones made them taste like apple Jolly Ranchers. Next thing I know, I start loosing my mucus plug (yea it sounds gross as hell I'm not saying it doesn't lol). I got worried because usually after that happens, your water could break soon after.
I went into my parents bedroom at like 3am and said "Mom, Dad, we need to go to the hospital!" They start freaking out and I was rather freaked myself because while I had done a ton of "nesting" the weeks prior to get ready for little Lexi, but I forgot to make up an overnight bag. Luckily my contractions weren't strong enough and I got to the chance to pack up.
My parents took me to Virtua in Mt. Holly NJ, and they admitted me because I was close enough to my due date and it looked like my water would break in a few hours.
They shot me up with Petocin (I don't know how to spell it), which was like a jump start my contractions. I had no idea that the drug they gave me would make my contractions feel as though an alien was going to rip out of my stomach a la Total Recall. Thank the Lord above for epidurals! (To be honest I was scared to death to get an epidural because of the whole "needle in the spine" thing, but at this point in the story I could care less. I'll be a paraplegic for the rest of my life if they do it wrong, gimme!
A few minutes later, sweet relief. I got to talk to my mom and dad, and my sister and her late husband (RIP) came later and hung out at in the waiting room. I had to put her down as one of the people to stay in the room and help out during the delivery. I put my mom down as the other one.
If you're wondering why I blogged under "Trixie McBimbo" for so long on Myspace (and continue to be TrixMcbimbo on Youtube), it's because of a quote said by Lorilai about Rory's arrival: "It was akin to doing the splits on a crate of dynamite." 'Nuff said.
Before I knew it, I was ten centimeters dilated, and even though we all knew it could very well be a fast delivery, my mom and sister were still startled by what the doctor had just said. They stood on either side of me and with the help of a nurse (who refused to listen to me when I kept telling her SHE'S NOT MOVING I FEEL LIKE I'M TRYING TO PUSH A WATERMELON THROUGH A PINHOLE RIGHT NOW BITCH, SHE AIN'T BUDGING!!" ok that last part I made up)
The doc had said to get him if I couldn't give birth in two hours, so two hours of silent pushing (yeah that's right, I barley made a peep the whole time. That's how gangster I am), my mom starts crying hysterically and the next thing I know, Lexi is on my stomach. But she wasn't breathing. I froze, watching her.
Thankfully, she started crying and coughing. The nurse cleaned her up and let me hold her for a few seconds before she had to go to the NicU (she had to stay the night there because she was two weeks premature). I don't remember much while they cleaned me up and moved me to my room where I was to stay for a few days.
Before they wheeled me up, they let me stop by the NicU to see Mini Me some more before I went to my room. She was the most perfect thing I have ever seen in my life.
She continues to be the most perfect thing I have ever seen to this day.