The day the world got a Riley…

I took what felt like a million pregnancy tests and all were a big fat NEGATIVE! I even went to Planned Parenthood in hopes that their “more sophisticated” tests would tell me what I could already feel. But nope… After being seven days late, nauseated and still no BFP I made an appointment with my primary care physician.  She did a pregnancy test and an exam then ever-so-nicely (insert eye roll here) informed me that I was probably just stressed and would start my period within a few days. That is when the tears came. I knew my body and I knew what it felt like when I was pregnant. She than gave me her expert opinion about the fact that I was crying probably meant I was not over my “other pregnancy” and was not ready to have a baby. What I was ready for was to punch her in the face. That was the day before Thanksgiving. The following Monday I decided to take another test and VIOLA!!! I was pregnant! Needless to say I never went back to that doctor again.I am not going to say that I wasn’t excited because that would be a lie. I will say that my fear totally overshadowed my joy. I decided that I would not find out the sex of the baby or have a baby shower. It was so hard losing Peyton because I was so attached to him so, in a bizarre way, I thought if the worst possible happened than it wouldn’t hurt so bad. I was blessed to find an awesome doctor with incredible bedside manor. She always referred to Peyton as Peyton and was very celebratory when we hit the 26 week mark. She also took precautions and prepared me as a high risk pregnancy.

At 30 weeks I felt those familiar pains, contractions. I was in denial and thought that it was probably just Braxton Hicks so I carried on about my day and headed to work. I worked a very long hour and a half away and during the entire drive the pains were not going away. I got to work and knew I should not be there and could not stay. T The contractions were about seven minutes apart and the doctor’s office told me to get my pregnant behind to triage. he entire trek back towards the hospital I just kept praying to God that my baby would be ok and if so I would start enjoying my pregnancy more. Once I arrived there and got all hooked up it was certain that I was in pre-term labor. Luckily the were able to get the contractions to stop after many doses of Terbutaline and I was sent home with an appointment with my doctor for the following day.

She cut my schedule down to 30 hours a week and no more than 8 hours a shift. Of course, my boss was not stoked about that and I had to get it modified back up to 40 (I was working 45+ at the time which often included 2 12 hour shifts a week). We than made plans to monitor the situation and delivery was scheduled for about 36 weeks with an amniocentesis.

When I went in for the amnio it was a very routine and easy procedure. My baby decided to swim around a little but so the needle had to be inserted twice but other than that it was easy breezy! We received the news that the lungs were mature and we would have our baby two days later.

Thursday, July 17, 2003 I arrived at the hospital two hours prior to surgery and got prepped. I can honestly say it was the most uneventful birth. I felt little pain and it seemed very quick. She was born with her eyes wide open and not making a peep. She weighed in at 5 pounds 6 ounces and 19.25 inches long. She was beautiful and perfect and HEALTHY!

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