I started having contractions during the Mayweather fight Saturday night. Sunday morning my water broke. Then after a long struggle with an induced labor and a locked fortress of a cervix, Julian was born.
Despite being a long labor the experience was actually quite nice. My fiancé, Terrance, my mother, and my sister were all there for the ride and highly supportive. All my worst fears about a not liking the hospital staff or being forced to have a c section were quickly laid to rest. This made me feel comfortable with the idea of getting an epidural. It wasn't my original plan but after 24+ hours of contractions, no food, and no sleep I needed some type of relief. After I got the epidural I was so comfortable I crocheted through major contractions without even the slightest discomfort.
Interestingly enough 9/19 was my Dad's birthday. Part of me feels like his spirit was with me during labor and that it may have had something to do with Julian's early arrival. Another part of me Thinks that's absolutely ridiculous.
Still.
The way my labor happened was uncommon. On top of that, there were a lot of things that could have gone wrong that didn't. I didn't even need stitches. Plus, I lucked out with one of the best birthing rooms in the ward and the recovery room right next to the buffet--oh and the best nurses the ward had to offer. Could my good fortune be karma or coincidence? Or was someone looking out for me?
Who knows.
All I know is that I'm happy and so so in love with this little guy. <3
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