
Georgia Teresa Miller - August 1, 2013 4:28am
What a pregnancy. There was so much that went on during this pregnancy that its taken me a long time to fully work through the stress.
After going into labor four times previously, I figured out what it felt like to be in the "pre labor stages". On Wednesday, July 31st, I woke up feeling the familiar feeling of tinges and pains in my lower back - my clear sign. Doug was set to go into work that night so I decided to just let him sleep and see what was going on. I had an appointment at 11am, which I would have to get him up to go to anyways. As the morning wore on the pains came around to the front of my tummy and a pattern started. My stomach would get tight, tight, tight, then relax. I spent the morning with Mia, watching spongebob, having breakfast and cuddling.
Around 10am the pattern was about every 10 minutes for the tightness. I had to get ready for my appointment so I got Doug up. As we were getting ready I told him he may not be going into work tonight. We drove to the doctors and at this point I had to stop and catch my breath through every contraction. They were now about 8 minutes apart. Got to the doctors and by now the contractions were about every 5 minutes. She said "Ok, lets get you up to the hospital and have a baby". I was so relieved to hear this. I was 36 weeks pregnant and had already gone into labor four times. I did not want to medication again to stop labor, because that is rough stuff. I felt confident that my baby was fine and big enough and ready. So the doc told me to go home, get my bags packed and head to the hospital.
We headed home. I was so so sad that my one on one time with Mia was coming to an end. I took my time. We got home and I laid down with Mia for her nap. Pretty sure I sobbed the whole time. She napped and I laid with her. I was using my phone to time my contractions and by now they were every 2.5-3 minutes lasting about 45-60 seconds. I figured I better finish packing. I got all my stuff together and came downstairs where Doug was. Told him the frequency and he thought we'd better get going. I called my dear friend Emily to let her know what was going on and she said she would be home around 2 and could come stay with Mia. So we all went up to the hospital (Mia included). Got checked in and started to weight.
Apparently even though my doctor said this was it, the nurses thought it was ok to tell me they wanted to stop labor again. No no no. They did not want to deliver me so early. I understood their concerns, but said they had to go through my doctor because I trusted her and felt like everything was fine. Once the nurse ( shrugging) checked me and said that I had gone from 4cm to 6 cm, they admitted me. Doug left with Mia to bring her home to stay with Emily. While he was gone a doc came in to give me an epidural. I was freaking out. Dont know why, i've done this before but the thought of the epi scared me. He tried to get it. Messed up. Tried again, now my legs felt like electric shocks. Tried again. nothing. tried a fourth time ( by this time Doug was back), finally felt some relief. The doc was nice and wished me luck saying another doc was taking over. After a couple hours I was about 8cm. The eli wore off. I could feel the contractions, they werent bad but I was very uncomfortable. I called to see if I could get a new dose, or check the lines or something. Thats when the fun started.
The new pain doc came in and was a total dipshit. He told me that I was not really feeling any pain. He informed me that his goal was not to numb me but to take off the edge. He asked me what my pain level was, I said a 7 or 8, he then said that he didn't think that was true. I was so uncomfortable and so upset I just ignored him. Doug was furious. He said he would give me a new dose of medicine "to be nice". Jack ass. Its his job to manage pain. How is doing his job being nice. Well the new dose didn't do anything. Which is why I thought the line might be messed up, but what do I know. I'm just a mother in labor. He's the big hotshot doctor who apparently knew what it was like to shove a watermelon out of your own body. Far be it for me to ask him to do his job. (I am not bitter, no I am not).
ANYWAYS. The pain was getting worse and worse. My OB got there and tried to give me more meds but it was not working. The pain doc informed her that he didn't think I needed any more. Guess what? I felt everything. There was no medication numbing anything on my body. Even more of a bummer? because they wouldn't take out the hose from the epi I couldn't get off the bed. Ugh.
They checked me and I was at 9cm. My water had not broken yet so my OB broke it. I thought I was in pain before but holy hell. Once my water broke it felt as though every contraction was a bus slamming into my body. The nurses told me I had more time to go and that I shouldn't start pushing. It was agonizing. Poor Doug was so concerned about me. I did not know how to handle the time. The nurse was awesome though. ( They had switched nurses by this point). She started a breathing mantra with me for each contraction which consisted of "shhhhhhiiiiiittttttt".
My body was in pushing mode, but the nurses told me not to push. The pain was so intense and my body took over. I told everyone that I couldn't help it and the baby was coming now. I must have screamed loud enough because my OB came running in, put her gloves on and pretty much caught my baby. I think I was 3 pushes and she was here. 4:28am. I have never felt more relief in my entire life. She was perfect. Georgia Teresa was born August 1st. She is named after her grandparents George and Teresa Hill. I held her and cried and cried. Then Doug and the nurses took her to make sure all was well. She needed oxygen for a moment but then was fine. She was 7 lbs 2oz and 20 inches long. If she had been on time I can;t imagine how big she would have been! One of the first things we noticed about her was her dimple in her chin:) She was perfect.

We were moved to another room and Doug spent time with us and made sure we were fine. He then went home to be with Mia. Emily had to go to work around 5am, so my other friend Delaney came and stayed with her in the morning. Doug came home and got Mia ready, they took a nap and then went to lunch before heading to the hospital. I could hear my Mia coming down the hallway. This experience of my babies meeting for the first time was incredible. Mia came in and got on the bed and saw her baby sister. She was a little cautious st first bit that did not lasr long:) She loves her baby sister. My heart feels so full. I am so in love with my daughters.

-Lets just ignore how I look in the following pictures.....
Mia and Doug stayed for a while with us and then they went home so that we could all get some sleep. Doug said the next morning when Mi woke up she immediately wanted to go see mommy and the "baby with the hat". Once she got back to the hospital she refused to leave without us. Luckily that was perfectly alright. We all made it home safe and sound, and were all in bed by 6pm.
I never thought I would have one daughter, let alone two. I always pictured myself with sons. But now that I have them I can't picture anything else. I love my girls. Poor Doug is greatly outnumbered but I don't think he would have it any other way. I cannot wait to watch these beautiful girls grow up and I hope and pray that I will be the mother that they deserve:)
I dont know if we will have more children or not, but if we don't, I am perfectly happy with my two girls:)