So I arrived at the hospital. I went through paperwork and etc. An older black lady informed me that I was going to be given Cervidil. I immediately started to panic. I had heard bad things about Cervidil ... stories about women having csections because of it, ruptured placentas, and just flat out horror stories. I immediately began to rethink my induction. Maybe I should have listened to my family and just waited Deuce out. Luckily I know where my help comes from so as the woman spoke I closed my eyes and prayed. I asked God to protect me and my baby and I begged him to not have me on an operating table for a c-section. As I said amen, the old lady said "Baby dont worry. This rarely puts you in labor! At 7 am we will start your pitocin. Get lots of rest because you are going to need it" She said the Cervidil would need to be in for 12 hours before I could start pitocin. And with that she left. I texted my family the information, got as comfortable as I could get and waited.
For the rest of my life I will always remember just how WRONG that lady was. She was like Cervidil only starts labor in like 5% of women ... or something like that ...... and as my luck would have it, I would be one of the 5%. Those labor pains started hitting me so hard. I was scheduled to get an epidural but I wanted to see how much I could tolerate before asking for it.
By 11 pm I was in uncontrollable pain. I was crying. I just knew I was ready to push any moment now and the fact that I had endured so much pain and was ready to deliver my daughter without meds made me puff my chest out. The nurse came in and said I was 1 cm.
That was flat out impossible! I was one centimeter when I entered the hospital. Surely my cervix had dilated more. Certainly I was not in the worst pain of my life for nothing. But surely enough I was only a centimeter. The nurse gave me pain meds via IV. As soon as they kicked in I went to sleep. About 2 am I woke up and felt like Jesus himself was calling me home. I cried, I banged my head on the bed, I begged for my husband to end my life. I told him where I wanted to be shot at and he laughed at me .... and then I wanted to kill him ...... Eventually the nurse returned and asked if I wanted more pain meds. I remember distinctly saying "These pain meds aint doing ish for these contractions!!!" So the epidural guy was called. Lawd he took forever. Everybody in Wellington, Royal Palm Beach, Lake Worth, and Greenacres must have needed some type of pain relief because bruh man was booked up. They didnt have a back up? I mean cmon man! The nurse came back to say that he should be in by 3 am. 3???? Lawd that was another hour away.
If I wasnt lying in a bed I probably would have fainted. I've never prayed so hard in my life. By the time he finally arrived I was flat out delusional. I cant even remember the ish that was coming out of my mouth but I do know that going home to meet my maker at that time did not sound like a bad idea. Finally the epidural arrives. I'm in so much pain that they literally have to pick me up and move me around just so that I can get in position. As soon as that needle went into my spine I thanked the lord for ever inventing such a miracle. And then I proceeded to take my behind to sleep. They were scheduled to do my pitocin at 7 am. They came in at 7 to check me. I was 9 centimeters. They said nah, she's good, called my doctor and said we have a baby coming. Honestly, I really didnt give a damb. I was sleeping so good when they woke me up....I just wanted to back there. But my phone began to ring and people started to arrive so I woke up and prepared for the show too.
The hospital only allowed two people in the room with me so it ended up being my mommy and my husband. My husband coached me. The pushing wasnt too bad. It's crazy but this is baby number two for me and I still have NO idea how to push. However the nurses said I did an excellent job. A few minutes shy of 9 am and out popped Deuce ..... aka Miss Paige Malia Johnson. The first thing that I noticed was that she was small. We practically forced her out and I thought she would be much bigger. She ended up weighing in at 7 lbs 3 ounces ... the exact amount that my son weighed 11 years earlier. After confirming that she had 10 fingers, 10 toes and was healthy, I was ready for my room!
So Deuce is no longer Deuce .... she is now Paige! She is gorgeous.
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