This beautiful little girl turned 4 today.
She has just finished her first year of preschool and can write her name and count to 20 with a little help. She is so physically strong that she surprises me often. Her vibrant attitude and loving personality make my day. She takes after her daddy in many ways. She has the biggest heart and she is a fierce little girl.
Her birth story is still one of my favorites because this little girl was going to come on her own terms.
I had struggled most of my 3rd trimester with horrible sciatic pain. I already had the older 2 girls so it was difficult to carry or keep up with them.
A week before her due date I swore I was in labor with her. I went in to be monitored and she was still hanging out all cozy and comfortable. I, on the other hand, was not though. The day before her due date, I went into the Labor and Delivery department because my OB wanted to monitor me and strip my membranes. He told me to come into the Labor and Delivery department that evening so I could get the induction started. I showed up, they told me I was in labor but to go home even though my doctor wanted me there. I was mad. So mad in fact, my husband and I went against the no food orders and got pizza. I was not about to wait until this little girl made an appearance to eat again!
That evening right after we got home from dinner, my OB called and said the hospital made a mistake and they should have kept me because yes I was in labor and my water was leaking.
I asked if I could stay home until the contractions picked up and he said yes. If they hadn’t by 6am to come back and check in. I went to bed and the next morning the contractions were more intense and closer together, but I was not too uncomfortable. So I told my husband to take me to the hospital then come back and take the girls to the babysitters. I got myself checked in, got dressed and set up with monitors. I had been there about an hour when things definitely picked up. I started to get nervous because my husband still was not back yet.
My dad showed up and I asked him to see if he could get a hold of my husband. No luck. The nurse came in and she started to get the pitocin ready, I told her to please wait or scale back the dose because I was already contracting, and my husband was not back yet. Apparently she did not listen. She said these things usually take awhile and there would be plenty of time. No there was not.
The pain skyrocketed and I asked for an epidural. When they came into the room to do it, I was contracting 1-2 minutes apart. I told them they had to be quick. As I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed I felt her head. I told the nurse I had to push and she said “No!” She told me to lay back and she would check me. I was crowning apparently.
She ran to the door yelling for the doctor and the other nurses. I started to panic because my husband STILL was not back! My dad looked at me and asked what he could do to help, I told him to shut up and look into my eyes. The nurses hustled to get everything ready but the breakaway bed got stuck so they could not put my feet into stirrups. I could not resist the urge to push any more. I pushed and pushed. I pushed and my worst fear happened, i pooped on the table! I told my dad to look away! I was so embarrassed. The nurses told me this happens a lot. I was regretting the pizza the night before. Lol. I could not help but keep pushing. The doctor ran in just as I was saying my dad would have to catch her. They told me to stop, I screamed “I can’t!”, they said her shoulder was stuck and I HAD to stop. It took every ounce of me to will myself to not push. As they stretched and massaged, they eventually got her rotated but her collarbone was already broken. I pushed 2 more times and Kahlan was born. My husband came in right after the doctor placed her on my chest. Lol.
She was in such a hurry to get out that she wiggled and rotated the entire way down. This little girl has never stopped moving since! The last 4 years have been an adventure because every day and every thing is an adventure to her!
I swear one day she will be a Hollywood stunt woman because she is fearless, strong and brave.
I only hope I can nurture the best of her and help her achieve her dreams and goals. My little warrior princess Kahlan. Continue reading