Week 36 of the pregnancy I developed gestational-hypertension, which is just a fancy way of saying Autumn was trying to kill me. (Let it be known I asked the doctor if eating too much cake was the cause and my doctor assured me there was nothing I’d personally done to turn my blood pressure into that of a middle-aged obese man on a bacon diet, apparently it has something to do with the baby’s
hot pocket placenta) There really is always a light at the end of the tunnel, just ask Autumn. She beelined towards it as she made her journey through the birth canal. After 39 weeks of intense nausea, and 36 hours of extremely painful (induced) labor, she popped out like a roman candle in three hardy pushes and jumped straight into our hearts. I pooped her out October 5th 2016 at 11:19am. She weighed a dainty 6lbs and 4oz. Due to a uterine infection I developed during the stressful labor, they took our sweet babe to the NICU for a couple of days as a precaution.
Our first night home from the hospital I stayed up staring at her through the night like a stage five creeper. I wouldn’t have classified myself as a fearful person before she was born, but I think a healthy amount of psychosis is a side effect of being a new momma. I try my best to keep the crazy at bay and remember that people less fortunate than myself shit their babies out on the streets in third-world countries and they survive. I think we’ll be just fine.
About 10 days and over 100 diaper changes since Autumn was born, I got an express ticket back to the hospital after a blood pressure check-in with my doctor. They told me I had postpartum preeclampsia, which means I achieved gold star status with my gestational-hypertension diagnosis. I always knew I was a champion. It physically hurt my heart to be away from my sweet babe, but I slept as soundly as one can in hospital, knowing I’d done a top-notch job of cat-fishing the right daddy for Autumn. Dakota lived like a single dad for 72 hours bringing Chicken Nachos for daily supervised visitation with mommy.
Just when we seemed to be getting into a groove on the home front, three weeks ago I started to feel like I was literally dying. Everything hurt, I could hardly keep my eyes open and I spent a good portion of my days crying over how uncomfortable I was. After feeling like the walking dead for days, I developed a fever. I wasn’t too concerned until it spiked to 104.6 one morning. Back to the hospital I went. I assumed I had a breast or pelvic infection. Considering I got my medical degree from WebMD, it’s a good thing I sought a second opinion. Turns out, I had strand A of the flu. Which was the last thing I was concerned about since I’d received the flu shot for the first time in my life to help my Tootsie Roll develop extra immunities. C’est la vie. I’m all healed now and FINALLY starting to feel like my old (pre-pregnancy) energized self again.
I can’t even describe the relief and joy I’m experiencing from getting my mojo back. It’s so nice to have energy to do more than eat sweet treats on the couch while watching Netflix. I know I likely experienced such a rough pregnancy and labor because I used to be pretty judgemental towards women who had chosen to pop out a bunch of kids versus pursuing a career. I’d say things like “Anyone can have a baby. That’s EASY!” I have now released all such judgements and have so much more respect for mothers. Becoming Autumn’s momma is hands-down the most trying experience I’ve had in life, and I know it’s cliché but it has all been more than worth it. I will continue to be grateful of every single moment I get to spend with my daughter. You really do appreciate things so much more when you have to work for them! I am so blessed to have such a healthy and beautiful little family. I can’t believe it’s already been six weeks of the world’s best cuddles and kisses. Time really does fly when you shit your pants.