By the third trimester I was spent. I could barely walk due to excruciating pelvic pain. it would take me 20 minutes to walk the same distance it took me 5 minutes to do pre-pregnancy. The vomiting decreased in frequency but I still had issues up until a week before C was born. My poor husband had to put on my socks and shoes each morning.
The worst part was preparing for labor, delivery, and motherhood. I would stress about changing diapers for no good reason. But I had not done it before and it seemed like something I would be doing often.
Anyhow I busied myself with prepping for baby. Making a birth plan and setting up the nursery. Anything to keep my mind off of the reality the labor. I was certain she would come early…
Fast forward a few days after my due date and this child still had not made her appearance. I had already went on maternity leave and was so anxious I probably should have been sedated. I had been having regular contractions getting closer together and spotting but it all suddenly stopped and almost a week later still no baby.
After what seemed like a daily visit to the doctor it was decided that I would be induced. The baby wasn’t tracing well and my super experienced doctor thought it was safer to get her out. So I went and got my already packed bag and headed to the hospital. I remember sitting in the delivery waiting for the induction, turning to B and saying I change my mind. I had zero interest in birthing a baby.
But 24 hours later we welcomed Kikka. After a failed induction and many hours of labor with oxygen, I had an emergency C-section. Turns out Kikka had the umbilical cord wrapped twice around her neck, was slowly being strangled and was in distress.
I can’t say this enough folks- Get a doctor you trust! I trusted my doctor with my life and my baby’s life. She saved my babies life with just her instincts. I have a wonderful thriving baby girl because of her.