Priya Birth Story

Monday march 4th I went in to my 39 week doctors appointment. Dr. Huish asked me how I felt about waiting until things happened naturally versus induction. I told him I would gladly be induced. I was determined not to go past my due date. This baby was bigger than Bradley and I felt bigger and was ready to have my body back. With that being said, I assumed since he had me schedule a 40 week appointment for the following week that an induction would be scheduled somewhere near my due date. I left to kaseys to help babysit after my appointment and recieved a phone call around noon. 

"Hi, this is ???? from Banner Gateway hospital calling to inform you your doctor has scheduled an induction tomorrow morning at 9."

"Uh ok."

I was in shock. It's a completely indescribable feeling knowing I would for sure be having this baby girl starting tomorrow morning at 9. The suspense was gone. The nerves and excitement hit. 

I called Landon who was currently in his final week of busy season. His client was filing march 9th (my due date) and he was in NO hurry to have a baby during the busiest week of his job. However, I agree with Ashton who put it simply

'Anyone who does not have a skull grinding into their pelvis does not get an opinion.'

I wanted to have this baby girl. He told me to cancel the induction or ask for one later in the week. The hospital was full. It was either keep the scheduled induction for 9am or wait until the following week. In my mind, Landon did not comprehend the discomfort, anxiety and strong desire I had to have this baby as soon as possible. 

In Landon's mind, I did not comprehend the magnitude of the stress at work, the  obligations he felt to his coworkers, and the weight of the responsibilities  during this one important week.

We were at odds with each other. My hormones drew me to tears and I was determined I would get my way. Landon wanted me to wait and let it happen naturally, I wanted to have the baby that morning. Landon eventually proved yet again that he is the better person and told me he loves me and wants me to be happy. I didn't have to cancel the induction.

Turns out we both got our wishes.

I had been feeling crampy all day after my doctors appointment. Around 11 pm that night, I was having contractions. (This was not surprising as I had been having contractions at night for weeks). Landon went to bed and I tried to relax. After about 2 hrs of walking around the house, kneeling over the couch and doing everything to be tough, I called my parents and told them that baby girl was not waiting until 9. They said they'd be over to sleep at our house with Bradley so we could go to the hospital. I woke up Landon, told him what I had been through and we headed in. 

I was put in triage before being actually admitted. The nurse said she wanted to monitor my contractions for a while. Of course they slowed down when I got there. But the strength of them was awful. I have never been in so much pain during those 30-60 second contractions. Every 7 minutes. It wasn't good enough. One hour passed. Another hour passed. I wasn't "progressing fast enough". But I knew this was labor. They most likely would have sent me home but because I had an appointment to be induced at 9 that morning they kept me in triage. Thank goodness I didn't cancel that appointment.

2:00 am - arrived at the hospital and put in triage

4:00am- nurse did me a 'favor' and admitted me

At that point I couldn't breathe during the contractions and they were getting closer and closer together. The nurses didn't seem to be in any hurry getting my IV in and while waiting a strongn contraction broke my water. I told the nurse my water broke as the pressure as I was laying down was so strong it was like a super soaker shot out and drenched my feet. That woke her up from her nonchalant behavior messing with the printer on the machine in front of her. She called the anesthesiologist. I was at an 8 and in a LOT of pain. I finally got my epidural in but at that point the anesthesiologist said he hoped the medicine would catch up because I was already so far along. I called my mom and sister and told them it was go time and I was at a 9. Doc huish came in and prep'd me. He said I was ready. I pushed and he told me to stop. Kasey ran in. I pushed again and Priya was here. Piece of cake. My mom missed it because apparently the 4 minute drive from our house to the hospital wasn't short enough! Ha. 

She was blonde. Whaaat? Are you sure this was my baby? Bradley was a dark hairy monkey baby and this little girl was the complete opposite. Light hair, eyelashes, pink fair skin. Perfect in every way.  But not what I expected. An Indian name for a fair skin blonde baby? Yes. She was still 'the beloved' little girl we had been so anxiously awaiting! Our little Priya was a full pound bigger than Bradley. 

A little piece of heaven had entered the room and everyone there felt it. She was cleaned and poked and stretched and checked for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to hold her. Eventually I asked and she was brought to me so I could hold her and see her. 

Becoming a mother for the second time was amazing because despite some uncertainty about how my heart would have room to love another, my understanding of love grew tremendously and I knew how obsessed and in love with this new baby girl I would become.