Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Hello From the Other Side



Note: This is my labour story but I promise, it’s a good one. If you are pregnant, soon-to-be pregnant or someday-to-be pregnant this one will give you more hope than fear. It is well worth it!

“Today I’m going to walk.”

I woke up determined to get moving. I had spent the last two weeks on the couch after wrapping up school, my practicum and various things I was leading at the church. Needless to say, I was just about 40 weeks pregnant, very large and certain that I was going to have this baby in me for a couple more weeks.


And so, I walked. I went garage sale-ing, grocery shopping, to the bank, the mall and through an open house. And just as we finished our long to do list for the day, the first contraction hit.

I really did not think much of it. I had been having contractions on and off for the past couple weeks. It wasn’t until we were about 5 minutes down the road and the second one came that I began to wonder if this might be it. We started timing and after about two hours of the contractions ranging 4-5 minutes apart, we decided it was time to go in to the hospital.

This is where the denial started. I kept saying to Brandon that there was no way I was actually in labor. I was trying to prepare myself to be sent home, to be told that I had another two weeks to go that would end in induction. I thought that the nurses would shake their heads and tell me no.

With the contractions continuing in painful persistence, I was hooked up and tracked for several hours. With only being 2cm dilated and progression coming slowly, I was ensured that this was the real deal but I was being sent home to labor a bit more on my own. Great.

After several sleepless hours that took us to the middle of the night I jumped out of bed in severe back labor at around 2:30am. With contractions coming quickly and my body seriously questioning what was going on, I woke Brandon up and told him that this was really the time we needed to go in.

We went through the process again and I had progressed to the point of the nurses deciding I should stay. With a shot of morphine to take the edge off I was brought to the room where I would be giving birth to my daughter, left to try to rest and let my body keep working with a bit less pain.

At around 7am the morphine had worn off and the pain was returning. The nurse asked if I wanted the epidural and at that point the answer was a resounding yes. The doctor came in, poked my back and within 20 minutes I was having a relaxing day at the hospital. After that, I couldn’t feel anything and I had a great day chatting with the nurse about everything and anything. Besides a few unpleasant checks and pokes, the day was actually quite nice. Our families arrived and with Brandon by my side I realized that I would be really having this baby, right on her due date!

By around 1pm the epidural was not nearly as effective as what it had been earlier that morning and the pressure to push was increasing by the minute. The nurse told me I had reached 9 ½ cm and it would only be a short time before I was ready to go. Within half an hour I found myself completely exhausted but also compelled to push this baby out. I felt the pain at this point and told the nurse it was time.

I spent the next hour and a half pushing during contractions and passing out for a minute or two in between. I was extremely determined, despite the pain, and very focused on the task at hand. Brandon was right there, armed with apple juice to give me a bit of a sugar spike in between, and ready to help as he could.

The birth itself was quite the production. With what looked like stage lights in the ceiling, a crowd on one end of me and a mirror for motivation, it felt like a broad way musical... minus the music, dancing and overall fun.

I asked the doctor how many more contractions and he promised me three, so this is what I set my mind on. After the second one I reminded him of his promise. Out she came on that third contraction, all 9lbs 1oz of her!

Our daughter Kenzington Lynn Richardson arrived on May 8, 2016 at 3:01pm. Right on her due date, right on Mother’s day.

The moment was completely overwhelming. Before I knew it this beautiful brown haired little girl was laid across my torso. Brandon had cut the cord and she was rubbed off. The next hour was a blur. Between blood pressure checks, weighing her and everything they do to make sure I am going to heal well, I was in a state of exhaustion and joy.

Our families joined us, meeting little Kenzie for the first time. We were full of pride and joy, so overwhelmed and thankful for the smooth labour and delivery. The next day we were sent home to navigate this new adventure of parenthood ourselves. The first week was far from easy with emotions running high, sleepless nights and anxiety spiking but here we are ten days later, starting to get the trick of this thing.


We are so in love and so grateful for the support we have received from SO many people! I cannot wait to write about more of our adventures over the past couple of weeks but for now I have to run, Kenzie needs to eat again!

1 comment:

  1. This is so beautiful, Emma!! I am so thrilled for you guys. You have an absolutely beautiful baby girl who just so happens to have the best parents in the world :) I hope to meet her sometime!!

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