The Birth of Selah Solis

This pregnancy was very unlike my first. I had so many aches and pains, and my groin hurt throughout most of it! I had major swelling to the point that it would hurt to walk; and I thought my feet were going to burst at any second! Seriously! I did not, however, haveanything close to high blood pressure, so there was no worry about pre-eclampsia. My blood pressure always stayed at a low 90/60. Towards the end of my pregnancy, I could no longer fit into ANY SHOES. This becomes a problem when in the middle of November you're walking around in the snow in either flip flops, or Crocks. This makes for very wet feet!

At 35 weeks I was 75% effaced. The doctor put me on part time bed rest. I thought, "Oh, this will be great! I'm gonna go early and all the misery will stop!" Yeah, right, I'm not that lucky. For the next five weeks I continued to make it to my weekly appointments. I was getting fatter and more depressed by the day. At my 40 week appointment, the doctor stripped my membranes. This is very uncomfortable. She actually stuck her hand in there and seperated the bag from my cervix. Yowza!! Then we left the office and went walking around the mall until my poor fat feetcouldn't take it anymore. I was having mild contractions, but nothing to get excited about.

That night I couldn't sleep. I was having some pretty good contractions, so I decided to get up and walk around the house. It was about4am, and I didn't want to wake up my husband or my mother who was staying with us to help out when the baby was born. So I walked aroundby myself until 6am. Then I decided that since the contractions were coming about evey 3-5 minutes I'd wake up my mom. They still weren't very strong, just very regular. My mom didn't like that they were so regular and insisted that we go to the hospital. So, we woke up my husband and our other daughter. . . and drove to the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital at 7am . . me, my husband, my daughter, my mother, my suitcase, my Boppy, and my husband's guitar. I walked up to the desk in the maternity ward and said very calmly, "My doctor said I should come in when my contractins were about five minutes apart, and they're about 3-5 minutes now. (I said this with a smile, and I actually took time to put on make-up and fix my hair before we went in!) The nurse replied, "Well, we'll check you and then decide if we're going to admit you or not. My, you brought a lot of stuff. . . hope you didn't jinx yourself!"

I was put in a room, and I started reading my book. The nurse came in and checked me. I was dialated to 6cm!! She said "Well, I guess I'll let you get back to your book like nothing's wrong!"
An hour later at

8am...and the contractions still weren't strong, the doctor came in and checked me. I was now dialated to 8cm! She thought I should walk around the halls for a while. I walked, and talked to other women who couldn't believe I was dialated to 8 and smiling. Iwalked until my swollen feet started to hurt. Two hours later, at

10am, I was still only dialated to 8cm. I sat straight up in bed...because I heard that this position is great and gravity will help bring baby out. By

11:30amI was still dialated to 8cm! The doctor told me that maybe I needed to change positions. I decided to lie down on my left side. BAM! Just like that I was ready to push! My contractions were still only about four minutes apart. I would push, then wait four minutes, then push, then wait. I only had to do this four times and my beautiful baby girl was out! She weighed 7 pounds 14 ounces and was 19 inches long. She was born on her due date, December 8, 2005 at 12:02pm (Only 2% of babies are actually born on their due dates).

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My husband was sick, (that's why he's wearing the mask...) and ended up passing a kidney stone an hour later!

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The Flipflopmamma is 28 years old with two beautiful daughter's ages 10 years and 8 months. She's a stay-at-home mom with too much time on her hands. She is married to a pastor and loving it. Her blog is about her family, her faith, hereveryday life and the joys that come with it. She's a mommy blogger, a Christian blogger, a journal blogger...she doesn't fit into any one category, and she's learning how great that is. She's a little flip, a little flop, and a whole lot of mamma!

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