May 27, 2020
I felt the prayers from everyone. It was a feeling of comfort but being at the hospital was horrible. I couldn't leave my room due to COVID restrictions and, of course, no visitors. My mom, sister, and niece would visit me outside of my window, and facetime was great as well, just not the same. My husband was there, but I wanted my mom for that motherly support. I can't discredit my husband because he did everything he could to make me feel comfortable. He went above and beyond for that. I was in the hospital for a few weeks, and they told me I would be there until the baby was born. It was mid-May 2020, and my due date was July 7th. So I was bummed that I couldn't be at home because my placenta was slowly fading. Then one day, my high-risk OBGYN told me that there was an absent flow to my placenta. That meant I had to give birth soon, and it was May 25th. They scheduled me a C -Section for May 27th for precisely 34 weeks.
I called my parents, and they informed the entire family. I was nervous and excited, all jumbled into my body. I prayed for my child's safety more than I did my own. I am the type of person that likes to take everything in and put meaning behind everything. I told my husband, " Cant you believe that we are going to be a family of 3! Let's take a picture because this is the last time it will be us 2."
May 27th came, and I couldn't sleep so much nervousness and wonder how my baby would look like mommy or daddy. The nurses coming in and out didn't help much either, lol.
The time came for the C Section, and my husband was able to go in; side note, the day before the policy changed and allowed our "support coach" to be in the Surgery room since during COVID, no one was allowed in. We got fortunate and blessed.
We go in, and I tried to stay calm so I won't pass out of the excitement and take everything in. My nurse took over my phone and took some fantastic photos of the entire thing. Then amid the chaos, I finally hear the cry of my baby. It was a form of relief that she made it out safe. They brought her to me so I can kiss her, and I couldn't contain my emotions. The tears started to come down without any hesitation. The beautiful 3lb 11oz baby girl was here at 10:10 am. A perfect 10, I might say. I couldn't hold her because they had to take her to the NICU to make sure she was healthy. I continued to pray that she was safe and healthy. As for me, I left to recover, and off to my room, I went. To try this whole new life of pumping and dealing with the C Section's pain and the pain of not being able to see my baby.