This week, Liron (from Married Plus Three) shares the story of her third time giving birth. Liron is a mother of three little ones, ranging from 3 months to 6 years in age. The story of her third labour is short and sweet, but there’s sure a lot going on!
‘What happened? Did she throw up?’ My older one yells after opening the door and seeing spots all over the floor (asking about his sister).
‘No, I didn’t throw up! Mom peed in her pants!’ She yells back from the room.
I quickly get the bag for the hospital ready while my husband waits for me in the car downstairs, and grandma tries to calm the kids down. Third pregnancy and of course the water breaks when my husband is out with the older one and I am home with the younger one.
I get downstairs and the towels are piled on the front seat. All we’d asked for is no driving after the water breaks; of course, with the third pregnancy it has to happen. And, of course, we had just gotten a brand new car. Wonderful …
We get to the hospital in ten minutes (he drove like hell). I get out and check the seat. Although filled with towels, water got all over. Should I tell him now or later? I decide later is better.
No one seems to find my situation alarming (other than my husband and myself). The nurse tells me I should go pee since I still have to get hooked to a monitor and get checked. I look at her and try my best to ask in the nicest manner – ‘how the HELL am I supposed to pee with constant water coming out of my …???’. Apparently they still make you pee.
Long story short, I get stuck there for about two-and-a-half hours. Other emergencies keep everyone busy while my labor slowly goes into full force. All I can do is scream and yell and flatten my husband’s hands as I squeeze them as hard as I can with each contraction.
‘Epidural! Noooowwww!’ I scream that over and over to the nurse like 100 times, but there’s no doctor free to do the injection. After two-and-a-half hours I finally get the approval for the epidural and the doctor comes. ‘Turn here, sit there, and bend over’ – finally I get the shot. You’d think everything would calm down and the pain would slowly subside after that, but nope! A minute after the injection I have one huge contraction, get checked, and am told to start pushing right away cause baby wants out! After just a few pushes (and yet no epidural effect), he comes out. The pain subsides. The rush is over. He is beautiful!
Three pregnancies. Three labors. Three births. Each different than the other. One thing remains the same: when they finally come out you can sit and stare at them for hours! Their eyes, nose, ears – everything! You sit there, and as cheesy as it sounds, you just can’t help but wonder how amazing the miracle of birth really is.
**Originally published on Married Plus Three**
Thanks so much, Liron, for sharing your story! Stay tuned for another great story from Julz, next week! (Please note that submissions for this series have closed.)
Liron is a mother of three: her youngest just 3 months old (along with a 4 year-old daughter and 6 year-old son). Liron decided to start a parenting blog a few weeks before her son was due, to share her experiences on what it’s like to be married plus three, hoping her experiences will be able to help others.
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