Alexandria Lilly Lewis

I want to welcome My Daughter Alexandria Lilly Lewis to this World.

As of August 28^th 2013, I have a Beautiful Little girl, 

Born at 6:45 pm after being in the hospital for 12 hours.

The night before we were to go to the hospital, I was excited. Finally I was going to start a new chapter of my life. I found it slightly difficult to sleep, but managed to fall asleep and stay that way (only waking a few times to use the restroom). When I woke up I grabbed the things I would need. It was 5:45 am and I was tired, at 6:15 we picked up Josh from his Home, and at 6:30 am we arrived at the Hospital.

Check in went smoothly (thanks to pre-registration). I went up stairs to the labor floor and they hooked me up to all the monitors and placed my IV. I hate needles so you can just imagine my annoyance. At 8 am My Doctor (Dr. Hubert) entered the room and broke my water. I was dilated to 4 cm, having a few contractions and was really quite relaxed. 

Josh and I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail (I quoted most the movie). Every Hour the nurse would check how much I was dilated. We moved from Monty to Lord of the Rings (extended version) things were moving along nicely. At around 9 they gave me the Epidural. (I had not felt many bad contractions, but I had established a regular pattern and was in Active Labor.

Josh was My “Rock” He stood in front of me and took a glance at the needle. I saw his eyes widen No Josh!!! And told him “Don’t you say a word” he smiled at me. I grabbed his red shirt, looked down and tried to breath. Josh breathed with me. I thought he was trying to distract me when he started to shake my head, and thought I was pulling him down (by his shirt) when he leaned his head on mine. But when the Lady said she was done and I could sit up straight (I didn’t believe her and refused to move for a min.). Josh Looked up and I watched as the color drained from his face, and he staggered backwards. I had no idea what was happening. My mother and the nurses rushed towards him and he leaned on my mom as she guided him to the nearest chair. So my “rock” was not as invincible as he seemed.

They started the Drip and I quickly became a little nauseous and threw up… Now the only thing I was eating was Ice chips so I threw up nothing… Ouch! When I started to feel better, we continued our movie and Josh Joined me to play a few rounds of cards, I took a nap and they flipped me a few times.

At 5 pm I started to feel cold after they checked me (8 Cm dilated). And quickly it went from being cold to outright shivers to a fever of 103.7 within an hour. The Baby’s heart rate had increased to 190 and would not go down. The Doctor, my mom, and the nurses looked worried and I was nearly out of it. A few times I looked at Josh to see him pacing the floor.

When the anesthesiologist came in to inform me we were going to have a C-section, I began to panic. Would it hurt? What if I couldn’t bear it? Oh my, this is happening? She tried to explain how it would feel. Giving me the analogy of fishing (I have not been fishing in a long time, and know very little about It.) they only thing I got from it was it was going to feel like a fish swimming in my stomach (which is wrong).  I looked at Josh and began to tear up. Part of me didn’t want to do the surgery. From the beginning of this pregnancy, it has not been a secret that I have wanted to give birth by C-section. It seemed I was getting my wish.

There were so many emotions running through my head. I was scared and did not wish to be alone. They told my mom that they would allow for both her and Josh to be in the room during the surgery. Unfortunately they were not able to go down at the same time I was. I was running a fever, scared and unsure about what is going to happen. Once down there, they began to hook me up and go through there procedures. Josh and My mother entered shortly (the nurse gave Josh a chair, they didn’t want him to pass out again) Josh held my hand even though it was cold. Surprisingly enough it gave me much comfort. When they began cutting I felt like I was a rag doll

Josh turned to me and asked if he could stand up and look. I said he could as long as he didn’t tell me what was going on. He stood and watched (not once did he let go of my hand), my mother told him about the instruments being used and it was a good thing I could not hear her. I was just happy that I was still holding Josh’s hand.

When she was born I heard her scream and a small smile crossed my face. They showed her to me and Josh. Then they gave her to my mom to clean up. They told me she weighed 7 lbs. 4 oz. and 20 inches long. Then after she was wrapped up and given a hat, they gave her to Josh. His face was bright with happiness. I was exhausted, I wanted to hold her but I was lying on a table all sliced and diced. My mom left with the little girl to give her a bath. Josh left to get our things out of the room and put them in the Post-Partum room. I closed my eyes and slept, I was exhausted.

I was taken up stairs after being fixed up. When we entered the room, no one was there. They were all at the nursery watching the first bath. As lonely as I was I was still tired, unfortunately they would not let me rest, they kept me up with questions on how I was feeling. Then after about 45 min everyone came in the room and they brought the baby. It was at this time that I got to hold her for the first time. She was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen.  

I am so very blessed to have her in my life. The Lord has given me a gift that I am beyond grateful for. Now I can only take care of her to the best of my abilities.