I was about 40 weeks pregnant and had decided to go to the hospital because I thought I was in labor.
The nurse was just about to send us home because she thought it was a false alarm. “It is a single test that we are awaiting, and I am pretty sure you are going home tonight”, she said. It was so hard to hold the tears back, because I longed to hold my baby boy and I was so uncomfortable and was uncertain of how much longer I wished to remain pregnant. She comes back into the treatment chamber and says, “You are in labor and we will be admitting you”. I was excited, happy, relieved, but also scared because I was unsure what to expect.
I stayed at the hospital, in labor with my first son for nearly twelve hours. I was exhausted, and in the most excruciating pain, I have ever felt. I was so tired from hours of pushing and wanted to give up.
Finally, my doctor told me that he was going to let me push a couple more times before he would have to give me an emergency C-section. The baby was under stress and needed to come out. With my mom and husband by my side, I pushed three more times and finally, he was born.
We named him Charlie. He looked exactly like my husband except, he had my eyes. I did not want to put him down. I starred, talked, and sang to him for hours. My first child, he was perfect in every way. I was so happy and relieved to have managed to deliver Charlie successfully.