Only Love Can Hurt Like This

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⚠️ Traumatic Birthing Story ⚠️

Ava's birthing story is based off my own traumatic birthing experience 😳

Ava's pov

We arrived at the hospital and were taken into our private room by Doctor Brown. After taking my blood pressure and putting a horrible, horrible drip in my hand he left us to get comfortable.

I hold onto the bed as I breath through another contaction, Chris rubs my back in support.

I get changed into one of my night gowns and onto the bed, thankfully Doctor Brown had left me with gas and air.

Every contraction I took gas and air but it wasn't for me. I couldn't open my eyes and I felt super sick. Chris got me a sick bowl just in time as I started to be sick like the Exorcist.

A lovely midwife joined us in the room putting a monitor on my tummy to track the babies heart rate. Along with Chris she helped me through the contractions until it got too much to handle and administered a Morphine jag.

Thing's went from bad to worse after the Morphine, I was being sick more than ever and I was so high on drugs. I thought the Morphine would help with the pain but it was to relax me, the pain was still coming in waves!

After 12 hours of labour I wasn't dilating like I should be the pain was getting worse and worse and Chris was feeling helpless.

I asked for an Epidural which was given to me and before in my birthing plan I was against all pain medication.

After about 20 minutes I was able to get some rest and let my body do the rest.

Doctor Brown came in to check if i'd dilated anymore which I hadn't and I was completely exhausted. Due to the Epidural the baby's heart rate matched mine and Doctor Brown wasn't sure if she was ok, he rushed me into an Emergency C-Section with Chris following close behind.

Chris held my hand the entire time and spoke to be about how excited he was to meet our little girl, we asked the names of all the nurses in the theatre with us to see if we would like any of their names but we didn't.

Doctor Brown topped up my Epidural and ensured I couldn't feel anything from the chest down before he began.

"I'm scared..." tears fall down my cheeks as I look up at Chris.

"I know baby, don't worry i'm here and you're in good hands" he kisses my head softly.

"Hello little one" Doctor Brown says.

"Is she here?" Chris asks looking over the sheets which stopped Ava from seeing the procedure being performed.

"Yes she is, we're just going to go over and clean her up. Chris you can come and see her" Doctor Brown spoke.

"Why isn't she crying?" I ask panic in my voice as Chris makes his way to her, nobody answered making me panic even more.

Chris was with the baby and another nurse as she got her cleaned up, two other Doctors rush into the room and monitors start beeping.

Chris comes over to me with our little girl wrapped up in his arms, he sits down placing her on my chest, I look up at him with tears streaming down his face.

I look at our daughter wrapped in a blanket with a little pink hat on and kiss her head.

"Is she ok? Why hasn't she cried?" I ask Chris

"She was sleeping, the Epidural made her sleepy but she's doing fine. She's here baby". He strokes my hair and I smile.

"Hello little one, i'm your mummy...Chris, take her please I feel sick".

Chris lifts her off me as the nurse places a sick bowl at my mouth and the sickness starts again.

I look up at Chris who's as white as a ghost looking at the doctors performing my surgery.

My eyes start to become heavy and Chris sits next to me trying to talk to me but I can't answer and I can't keep my eyes open any longer.