Happy Birthday Maggie

Yesterday Maggie turned ONE! What a milestone, after all, she survived a whole year with us for parents. I found my self reminiscing about the day of her birth every time I looked at the clock yesterday. I came to realize that I have no written recollection of her birth for her to possible read one day. This is where I bore you with the story of how she arrived.
Her due was June 1st. That day came and went. Finally the Friday before she was born I had my next to last prenatal visit. I was already 2cm and 70% effaced. We had scheduled her induction for the following Tuesday June 9th. Having read about how much more painful induced labor pains would be and the chances of that leading to a c-section, I was hopeful for her to come on her own. I prayed that I would go into labor on my own. After all, I wanted to try to birth her with out any pain medications if possible. Monday, I went for my last visit at 9 that morning. I hadn't dilated any more. Since June 1st I had been doing everything possible to make her come. I did jumping jacks, squats, walked a mile each day, and anything else I had ever heard had worked. I came home, or my home at that time, and took a nap- isn't that what every pregnant woman should be doing so close to time to give birth. I woke after a couple of hours with some back pain. It was very sporadic. I didn't think much of it until about four that afternoon when I realized it was happening every thirty minutes or so. I was so excited to know I was having labor pains. Isy wasn't scheduled to get off work for a couple more hours. I decided that I should call him just yet. What if they stopped? I'd feel stupid then. Isy was working in Cleveland at the time and we still lived in Grenada, so he was having to drive an hour back and forth. I'd hate for him to have left early for no reason. About 8 him and his parents arrive and I let everyone know that I'm having contractions. This continues and we go to bed. Well, I try to sleep as much as possible, but around 4am I'm having contractions every 5 minutes. I was to be induced in an hour at this point.
We go to the hospital hoping they'll cancel the induction, but that doesn't happen. I receive my first dose of pitocin. The pain gets amazingly worse. I get my first dose of pain medicine. I receive more doses and harder more painful contractions. I ask, no beg, for an epidural. I finally reach 4cm. Water finally breaks. Two tries on the epidural and it doesn't work. I suffer. The Dr. finally examines and says that he believes that I'm going to need a c-section, but we could wait an hour and see if things change first. I tell him that would be pointless. We start the preparation for surgery. Isy's dressed in his sexy OR scrubs while I get my spinal. Two of those and they also don't work. I'm getting put to sleep now. Isy will not be able to witness the birth of his child. I think this is the most heartbreaking thing for me. He's one of those father's that wanted to be there. I last remember seeing 1455 on the clock. I then remember waking and hearing some one telling Isy that I'm awake if he want's to come in. It was about 4:30. At 3:335 I had a 8lb 9oz, 20 1/2 in. baby removed from me. She was pretty and perfect.
It made all the moments of pain and awful nurses worth it.