During my pregnancy I was always filled with excitement and so anxious to meet the precious one I was carrying. When I was 11 weeks pregnant, I began to have complications. I’m a dental assistant, and one day at work, I suddenly felt like I had wet myself. I rushed to the washroom and found that I was bleeding. I began to feel cramps and the bleeding got worse so I went back to the office and told my best friend and my boss. I rushed to the nearest medicentre, where the doctor examined me and told me to go straight home to bed, and if it continued, I should go to the hospital.
The next morning, I was still bleeding, so my husband and I went to the hospital. We waited and waited, and finally I was examined by about four doctors and sent for an ultrasound. I was so afraid there would be horrible news. While my husband and I waited for the ultrasound, we held each other and cried and prayed that everything would be all right. During the ultrasound I was scared and began crying, but then we heard our precious baby's heartbeat! It was such a relief! The ultrasound indicated that I had placental abruption. I was going to have to be on complete bedrest for at least two weeks. I was so upset and thought that I had done something wrong, but my doctor reassured me that everything would be fine.
The rest of my pregnancy went great except for daily nausea, but I was just so happy to have that. I worked full-time, ate whatever I wanted, and only gained about 15 pounds. My friends who were already moms hated to hear that.
Everything was fine until about one month before my due date. I was at home doing Christmas cards for work and was getting tired. When I went to bed, my water broke. I yelled at my husband and we packed the rest of my stuff in my suitcase (I was not quite prepared yet) and off we went to the hospital. I was lying in bed when my obstetrician walked in. He was shocked to see me as I had just seen him earlier in the afternoon for a check-up. Even though I wasn’t having contractions yet or dilated at all, he admitted me and said he would see me in the morning.
After two days of contractions, I was only dilated to three centimeters, so my doctor decided to induce my labor. At 8 AM, I was induced and everything went well. I was five centimeters dilated and my contractions had not changed much, but the pain was getting worse so I caved and had the epidural around 3 PM. While I was getting the epidural, my contractions increased to every two minutes. Kaitlyn was born at 6:07 PM. She was five pounds, four ounces, and 19 inches long. Everything was fine and I finally had my daughter to hold.
All the problems in the beginning had me worried and my friends and family told me that if I worried too much I would have a colicky baby. Well, that was so not true! She has been an angel in every way! She put all my worries to rest and I can’t wait to give her a brother or sister some day soon. Kaitlyn is now nine months old and weighs 15 pounds. Her pediatrician said she will be a petite one, but she is more than healthy! So never sweat the small stuff even though it may seem huge at the time!