It actually seems like its been forever.
I can't even remember life without Fenix.
With Fenix, there was no surprise.
I wasn't out and about and suddenly struck with an urgency.
My water didn't break in public.
And fortunately I didn't give birth to my baby at home.
Though I did plan out what I would do if the situation should arise. You can't really blame me though. My doctor had predicted that my labor would probably be around an hour and a half. And considering that it took almost twice that long for me to realize I was even in labor with my first two baby's, well having the baby at home wasn't an impossibility.
I fought the idea of being induced.
I fought the idea or suggestion from the very beginning.
To me it was the whiny, lazy, impatient woman's way out.
(Sorry not trying to offend, its just what I would have thought of myself if I went through with it. I've learned a thing or two since then.)
I fought being induced up until the moment I was hooked up to the pitocin a week before my due date. Even then I was in denial about it. I didn't think it would work, I kept picturing myself walking right back out of there, and did so until the doctor broke my water and said to me,
"No turning back now."
There was no turning back. I was terrified.
Though I think I did a pretty good job of hiding it.
The truth was that even though I was in the hospital and clearly contracting regularly, I just had no idea when my baby girl would up and decide to poke her pretty little head out.
I labored for 3 and a half hours, that's all,
before Fenix decided that it was high time to get on out.
(It only took that long because she was posterior and needed to turn around)
We didn't realize that she had decided this (turned into position) until after three hours and fifty five minutes.
She was coming on out and she was coming fast.
The only reason why my doctor even made it in time to deliver is because he happened to have come over from his office to see how I was progressing.
He walked in the room and Fenix came on out.
I clearly remember thinking that I never wanted to have another baby again.
Then I held my precious little bundle of joy in my arms and I knew it was all worth it.
I also still knew that I never wanted to go through it again.
Fortunately Fenix has been the perfect addition to complete our family.
Happy 1st birthday baby girl, I don't think I could ever love another baby as much as I love you!