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May 26, 2010 (Part 2)
We arrived at the hospital around 10:00 a.m. I had my bobby pillow and my suitcase with me. Despite the fight we had, I was really glad Zach was there with me.
We walked into the hospital, and I told the lady, “I’m suppose to have a baby today. I’m getting induced.” (I had no idea what to really say) The lady at the front desk got my name and handed me paperwork to start filling out. After waiting and filling out paperwork, insurance and what not, they took me back to my room. I remember my heart beating really loud because I was still incredibly nervous.
Zach had called his parents and his mom, sister, and dad all came down to the hospital. My mom followed us down to the hospital and my dad met us there from work. Everyone was so supportive. For me, it was almost to the point that I was annoyed. Strange…I know
Anyways, I got into my gown right away and I met my nurse. She was so nice. I was scared of people judging me because I had heard teens who had bad experiences with the nurse. But I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect nurse. She made me feel comfortable right away, asked who I wanted in the room when it came to deliver, and she told me if I wanted someone to leave the room just to let her know and she ask them to leave. I remember her saying, “I don’t mind being the bad guy, just as long as you are comfortable.”
The nurse put my IV in and they started my pitocin around 10:45 and 11:30.
A friend of mine, Taylor, sent me a text after the nurse got me started on the pitocin. “Are you coming to graduation tonight?” she asked. That night, on May 26, my fellow classmates were going to be receiving their diplomas. I text her back, “Uhh, I’m at the hospital right now.” I went on and explained, that no I wasn’t going to make it, I was having a baby.
I started feeling contraction not long after she came back in and increased the dosage of pitocin. At first they were just uncomfortable period cramps but it wasn’t too long after that they the contractions were intense. I remember sobbing and telling my mom, “I’m not suppose to be here.” I was suppose to be graduating with my classmates.
Zach just stayed by my side the whole time, but I really just wanted my mom. I was so scared and in so much pain…