Pregnant During a Pandemic

I’ve been struggling to write this since the Coronavirus began to take over my life. My mind has been like scrambled eggs with my thoughts overwhelming another. And I feel like writing this will be sloppy but I can’t keep it in my head anymore!

I’ve tried continuously to think of the bright side and how I was fortunate enough to be growing my family. I was 7 months pregnant when I felt like my world flipped upside down.

March 18th, 2020

That’s when this all began. I was temporarily laid off of work because it was deemed unsafe now that we have a pesky virus lurking around. And although some might find an early “maternity leave” as precious time at home. I found it to be super lonely. Well, fast forward to May 27th, my due date, and baby L still hadn’t made her arrival. My OB set up an induction appointment for June 2nd and we would finally have our sweet little girl!

Well, lucky for me my birthday happens to be June 2nd and my water broke that day! I still waited for my induction appointment of 10pm that night before I went in as I wasn’t feeling contractions yet. I made sure to have a good meal with my husband before our long journey began. –Can you say hot date at McDonalds?! Haha! It’s a good memory for sure! So now fast forward an hour after I’m initially all checked in and set up in my room. I let the new nurse know my water broke, she didn’t believe me or better yet check the fluid until a few hours later when my contractions actually began and worsened quickly.

After all the fuss about me being right about my water breaking, I ask for an epidural. The lady checks my dilation and I’ve jumped to 6cm and I’m feeling sick. It’s now 1a.m. And all for her to tell me she needs to start a line because I need a bag of fluids before she can move me to the labor and delivery room for an epidural…well a miserable hour goes by and I’m finally able to swap rooms and start the pain relief. To my surprise, the epidural was not as bad as it’s made out to be! I try to get some rest and maybe sleep a few hours.

Lovely six a.m rolls around and I’m feeling alot of discomfort. Now, I can handle pain and I’m feeling sick to my stomach again and about in tears and my nurse wasn’t much help.

I wish I would have known better to request someone else, someone caring because she didn’t seem like she wanted to be there at all.

I ask to see if there’s progress because my body felt like she was ready, I was told no. I mean, I was a little shocked…she claimed my OB would be working in two hours so it’s best to wait…well tell you what! If she would have checked we would have known sooner that my contractions weren’t strong enough to push baby down. She was stuck and I was sick. To my surprise when my OB arrived she was shocked that they weren’t getting me ready for a c-section! They tired more Pitocin to see if that would help the contractions and eventually it did. The whole afternoon passed by now and it’s about 1p.m..

I’m told we get to do some…dun, dun, dun… practice pushing.

Sounds fun right? I can’t feel a thing anymore and I get to practice pushing my baby out that doesn’t seem to want to come out! Haha well lucky for me I pushed for 2 hours and she arrived at 3:43 p.m.❤

That’s about the only happy thing that’s come of my summer and this Covid crisis!

Oh to be fired, while on leave, during a freaking pandemic!

I lost many tears over the lay off, then a feud with my employer due to unemployment claims, which then I was terminated a few weeks before my leave is to end and now I’m jobless right before my baby is supposed to go to daycare and I was supposed to go back to work! The worst part isn’t even that I lost my job, it was the disrespect and harassment that occurred during the meeting, which I was told going into it was about my hours for returning to work. That was the biggest lie and set up. I felt so deceived and hurt.

On top of that we’re still fighting Jane over trying to get the bare minimum required by law, 25% custody. The pot of gold at the end of that rainbow is that we finally got overnights! Beginning with Saturday to Sunday and in a few weeks transition to Friday’s to Sunday’s. THEN. Fingers crossed. We can have Thursday’s to Sunday’s!

It might take time and much patience, but good things are finally happening to our growing family. ❤

Whew!!! My brain is slightly feeling more at ease! 😖🙊🤯