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A Decoupage Birth Story, Part IV

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If you haven’t already read the other parts to this story, click HERE to get caught up.

*SNAP* 

I hear my necklace break, in the same way a vivid dream can startle you awake, I am suddenly wide-eyed. 

I glance around but before I can register where exactly I am, I notice a small heaviness on my chest. 

I blink, look down, and there she is, clutching the chain of my necklace in her impossibly small fist. Here in the quiet calm of the early morning, I finally meet my daughter for the first time. It takes a minute for me to determine I’m no longer deep in dreamland. This is in fact, real. SHE is real.


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A Decoupage Birth Story, Part III

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If you missed Part I, click here.
For Part II, click here.

The sleeping medicine takes effect quickly.

I’m out. Like really, really out.

Until now. I’m awake enough to know I’m experiencing extremely intense contractions. It’s involuntary, but I feel my body trying to escape this bed and this place, attempting to leave itself behind and get somewhere safe. 

The brutal contraction finally ends and I’m completely knocked out again. 

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Unbeknownst to me in Ambien-land, the following takes place: 

Within a few hours, I go from hardly 3 cm dilated to a full 6 cm. They order my epidural and Brandon texts my mom to alert her that labor is picking up, and she comes back to the hospital.

I’m very, very asleep. So asleep in fact, that I am utterly unaware that the epidural is being placed. (I hope that conveys my level of unconsciousness!) It takes a team to hold me in place: Brandon, my mom, and a nurse while the anesthesiologist works in between my wake ups and contractions, which are only minutes apart.

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