Of course I can't help but think about the day Abby was born, one year ago today. My birth story goes a little past her actual birth, because she had several procedures done on her, and ended up staying in the Newborn (Neonatal) Intensive Care Unit- I consider this all a part of her birth so in it goes.
Warning: Long post ahead.
Double Warning: If you don't care about birth stories, then go ahead and skip this whole thing, because you won't care at all about it. I also wrote it while I was in the hospital, so it will be a little hurried (and yet lengthy at the same time) and possibly scattered with grammatical errors.
I went to my appointment that we rescheduled to 4/20 at 8:30 am and was told I was dilated to about a 4, and Julia (the doctor) just said, okay see you in a week and try to work on having that baby. I was feeling fine, no contractions or pains or anything. As we were walking down the stairs to the cars (we were both going straight to work) my water broke. I felt it a little at first but was unsure if I was experiencing the normal leaking near the end of pregnancy, but it really kept coming so I stopped Spencer on his way to his car (we had already kissed and said goodbye) and told him I was leaking. We went back upstairs to the lobby and I went to the bathroom and Spencer went to tell the doctor. I noticed right away the water was brown/green, and I figured that was meconium- baby stool inside the womb, and I had heard that is not necessarily a good thing. The doctor told Spencer she thought it was too early for meconium to be present, it was probably blood, but go to the hospital. We both called work to say the baby was coming and went home to finish packing for the hospital. I had most of the stuff already packed and/or laid out.
Picture taken by my mom. She thought it was funny you had to do the washing hands thing every time you go into the NICU. I didn't want her to take this picture, but she told me that I'd be glad I had it later. She was right.
After about 30 hours in the NICU, we were able to take her home! Again, it was scary being told that she needed to be in the NICU, and even scarier when we checked her out and took her home without a medical professional to watch her all the time, but we soon learned that she was healthy and overall the birth was a positive experience. I've heard some scary birth stories recently, and I am so thankful that nothing went seriously wrong for myself or for Abby.