Despite the negativity that Dennis had towards having a baby I strived really hard to basket in the glory of the fact that God had a different plan for me. That the doctors were wrong. I was able to have not one but 2 beautiful daughters. Today I would like to share about the day I officially became a mom. The day my dream came true.
My due date was December 20, 1996. On December 13, 1996, I went to the doctor and found out that I had high-blood pressure. I was put on bedrest and had an appointment on December 16, 1996, to get checked.
On December 15, 1996, Dennis mom & brother traveled from California to hopefully be with us for the baby’s arrival. That whole day I was feeling uncomfortable but just figured it was the end of the pregnancy uncomfortableness I had heard about. Throughout Sunday night going into Monday I took 3 hot showers. I stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. I would let the hot water tank fill up and repeat again.
Monday I & Dennis were just going to go to the doctor’s appointment. His brother and mom came with us. The doctor said that I was doing okay. My blood pressure was still high. And I had a UTI. He gave a prescription for the infection, an appointment for 2 days and was ready to send me on my way. Before we left I asked him if he could see how far I was dilated I was because 2 weeks before I was 2cm so I just wanted to see what the progress was.
He did his exam and then looks me in the face and says “Ummm You are about 4cm and I just accidentally broke your water so you are not going anywhere” OMG 3:30 pm 12/16/1996. Luckily my doctor’s office was in the same building as the Labor & Delivery. The transporter came to pick me up and I said “I want an epidural when I get to the room” She says “Maam I am just transporting you.” I said “I know I just want you to know that when we get to where we are going I would like an epidural”
I ended up getting an epidural. I began pushing around 6 pm and my brown-eyed angel was born at 7:03 pm. Less than 4 hours from the time my water broke to welcoming her into the world. At that moment my life felt like it had a purpose. I was meant to love and take care of that little girl. I vowed to protect her and love her and I continue to do that to this day. Take Care. Much Love.
This was my early Christmas present. My brown-eyed angel who had her own gang sign. I love you Piggie-Girl. Even almost 21 years later you make my heart smile.
