A Day Worth Remembering

April 10, 2007 is a twenty-four hours I get out never forget. It was the day I gave bring forth to my son. Beforehand, I thought it would each(prenominal) be a piece of cake, plainly to my surprise, it was far from that. On my way to a routine check-up, it seemed as if all I was able to think close was how bad my back get and that I could non wait to have this baby. I arrived at the desexualise ups office and everything seemed to be running smoothly. I sat in the small, cramped room for what seemed like forever after the nurse had gotten my vitals.The doctor finally came into the room and asked me how I was feeling. I informed her that besides the circumstance that I was wobbling around and carrying an extra 30 pounds, I entangle just fine. She then looked at me with a facial expression that had me thinking the worse. She informed me that my blood pressure was through the roof and that they would have to hold my labor. There I was, a first time mom about to go through so mething that I had never experienced before. Nervous doesnt even begin to describe the feelings that I was having at that time and moment.I called my economize and informed him that I was being sent to the maternity ward. Calling him did not help me to calm down. To be hvirtuosost, I think I was calmer than he was which was surprising since he had been through this before. Finally, after all the questions and trying to arrest what was going on, he was on his way. I was finally taken upstairs to the maternity ward and admitted. Not too long after arriving, I was given Pytocin to get the contractions started, a drug given to speed up the dilation of the cervix, since there was a chance of my sons mettle rate dropping.Shortly after I was examined, I was diagnosed with severe Preeclampsia, a cultivate in which the blood pressure is significantly high and chances of seizures and liver disaster can occur. Not only was I diagnosed with something that I had never perceive of with the potential to become fatal, the woman in the next room over that was actually giving induce at that time was screaming her disembodied spirit out. I wanted to dart out of that place. I was beyond terrified. I sat there in a daze for most of the day since I was on so many different medications. You would have never thought that I was in labor because I was hooked up to so many machines.I felt like this was the worst day of my biographytime and swore I would never do it again. The sharp, rushing pains of contractions kept coming, and to me, life as I knew it sucked. Whenever the pain came along, it would be stronger, longer, and more unbearable than the last. This lasted for an eternity in my eyes and I could not wait for it to be over. I eventually made it to the ten centimeters required to deliver. I was almost to the land up line and I was ready for it to be done and over with. With my preserve and mother at my side, I felt invincible.They gave me the energy that was necess ary to see it through one of the most important days of my life. I had my zippy face on and nothing stood in between me and giving birth to the son I was dying to meet. I began to push. The first push and I thought my lungs had collapsed. I was determined to end the long journey I had been on for nine months. With the second and last push came a beautiful, particular baby boy. All that I had gone through was well worth it and if I had to do it all over again I would. April 10, 2007 was one of the most terrifying but happiest days of my life and I will always remember every detail of it.