Healing Broken Wounds.

Part 6: My Seventeenth Birthday

My seventeenth  birthday was such a sour day for me. By now I was nine months and the pressure of carrying an eight pound baby inside me was really starting to get to me. My feet were swollen a lot, I could barely walk, I was grumpier than ever and I was so anxiously waiting for my labor pain to come. Mum had the brilliant idea to throw me a birthday party that I was pretty sure I would have to sit through the entire thing and as if it wasn't more awkward that she invited all my friends from school, even the ones who made fun of me and still are. I just sat in a corner and tried to bare the pain that my body was feeling while everyone else was having fun. It sucked even more that I couldn't even eat certain stuff that I wanted to because my morning sickness had came back at my last trimester, and so almost everything I ate just came right back up.

I got tired of sitting down, so I decided to go for a short walk and as I got up I felt a sharp pain shooting up my back and I gave a loud scream of pain. As I grabbed hold of a chair, I felt a sudden gush of warm water trickle down my legs and I looked up at mum and she looked down at the floor where the water was. My water bag had burst. Mum quickly rushed upstairs grabbed my bag of stuff for the hospital and rushed to the back yard to call dad. They both rushed to pack my stuff in the car and helped me into the back seat. As we were on our way to the hospital, my pain started to become more and more intense and I tried my hardest not to cry or scream while mum tried to help me with my breathing exercises. From the moment we arrived at the hospital, the nurses took me and rushed me into a room where I got undressed and had to put on a hospital robe. When I was done, I had to lay on a bed while the attached a bunch of stuff to my body.

I spent an entire day in labour but thankfully, the nurse said it was okay for me to take an epidural and so they brought a doctor into my room to give it to me and when he did I slept for hours. A few hours later, I got up and the nurse checked my cervix once more and said that I was fully dilated and that it was finally time for me to push. Within seven pushes, and a few cuts below, he was out and in my arms and all the tears that I held back from the time my water bag burst, seemed to all come out of me. We cried together as he opened his eyes and looked back at me and I finally got to hold him and give him the kiss I longed to give him for the past nine months. The nurses took him back to clean him off and I also went to freshen up myself.  The nurses analysed us both and when they were done they finally said we were allowed to go home. Josh was so excited to see his son. He held him all the way home and at that moment in my life, I felt so complete.