Millie Jo's Birth Story
In honor of my sweet Millie Jo turning 4 this month, I am sharing her birth story.
Oh my heart, it feels like yesterday since this girl came into the world and now she's getting ready to be 4 ... 4!!
Before I go into her birth story I want to share a little bit with you about trying to get pregnant with Millie Jo. Dan & I wanted our babies close so after we had Cooper we were ok if we got pregnant again right away. Two years went by & we still weren't pregnant again so we went to my doctor & they started me on Clomid [a medicine to help you ovulate] in March of 2012. I took it, went in for an ultrasound/blood work & got a call later on saying that the Clomid didn't work ... I didn't ovulate ... that we could try again the next month. In my mind I was thinking "What in the world!?! I got pregnant with Cooper SO fast. What is wrong with me?" The next month [April 2012] my cycle never came so late one night I took a pregnancy test ... followed by 8 more once the first showed up positive. POSTIVE! How!?! I mean, I knew how ;) but how when I didn't ovulate. I didn't know nor did the doctors. My only explanation was & still is God. His timing is perfect. The medicine might not have worked but God sure did.
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I should've known that Millie Jo's birth would be dramatic long before I was actually at the hospital having her. I threw up all day every day with her for 23 weeks straight. Drama queen even in the womb ;).
Millie Jo's due date was January 12, 2013 & I thought for sure since Cooper came at 38 weeks, I would have her before the 12th ... WRONG! January 12th came & still no baby. I went to the doctor for my 40 week check up ... yes, 40 weeks ... on January 11th & my doctor scheduled an induction for the morning of January 16th. I mean to tell you that the week of her due date I tried dancing, walking & squatting her out but girlfriend was LOVING it in there.
The night of January 14th, Cooper had fallen asleep in our bed ... I had no business being 40 weeks pregnant & picking a 35lb child up & taking him to his bed, but I did. When I did I felt something pull but honestly, I was convinced at this point that she wasn't coming out & it was probably nothing. Two o'clock in the morning on January 15th I woke with contractions. I remember getting out of bed & sitting in the rocking chair in our room & just knowing that that specific day was going to be her birthday. I'm sure all you mamas can relate. It's like in my heart I just knew. I contracted alone for about an hour & then woke Dan up. He, of course, jumped right up. I called my mom & told her it was time.
We got to the hospital about 4:30 am & I went straight to triage. This has nothing to do with my story but while I was in triage a lady had her baby ... ON the same elevator that we had just gotten off of! Once I got to triage they did everything they were supposed to ... vitals, monitor, check to see how much I was dilated ... which let me just say hurts SO bad. I'm not even going to lie. But, I was only dilated to a two so they made me walk for an hour. When I got back to triage I was a four & they admitted me! By this time my parents had gotten there & hung out with Coop. He was a trooper!! He stayed at the hospital ALL day with us!
Once we got all settled in our room, my contractions were very strong, so I asked for the epidural. Once I got the epidural, the contractions eased up a little ... for maybe 20 minutes & my doctor came in & broke my water. But when I never went numb from my belly down, I just knew that it was going to be a VERY long day. I mean, even that little red button you push for more medicine from the epidural didn't even work! Ahhh!
I was fine until I hit seven centimeters at about 5:00pm & then the next hour & a half was a blur. I remember being in so much pain & honestly feeling every single bit of her moving down. TMI but I literally felt like I had to poop that whole time ... just SO much pressure. The nurse kept coming in every so often & I would be like "it's time, I need her OUT" & she would be like "you're only an 8 or you're only a 9" & I would be all like "I don't care, GET HER OUT!" They made me wait until I got to a 10 though to start pushing ... imagine that! The nurse had me flipping side to side to get her to move on down. I was already exhausted & hadn't even started pushing yet! I can remember laying on my side crying & looking at my mom saying "I'm trying so hard to be tough & not cry but it hurts SO bad."
Finally the nurse came back in, checked me & said it was baby time!
15 minutes of pushing, a total of 5 pushes, lots of tears & me grabbing Dan's shirt yelling "I can't do this!!!" ... our sweet Millie Jo came into the world at 6:25pm on January 15, 2013. And I felt every single bit of her 8lb 11oz little body but seeing her beautiful little face, none of that pain mattered.
The feeling when you finally see & hold your baby that you've been carrying around for months is indescribable.
Millie Jo Pegram
Our first picture as the Pegram 4!
And you can tell by the way I look that it was HARD work. SO worth it though!!
One of my all time favorite pictures!
I have lots of people ask me where we got her name. My grandmother's name was Mildred Lucille so I took Millie from Mildred & my mom's middle name is Jo :).
Happy Birthday Month, my sweet girl!