My precious niece has finally arrived into this world and I could not be happier. She is the most adorable little girl I have ever seen. I might be a little biased when I say that, but it is the truth.
My sister went into labor on Labor Day. How fitting, right? I was so excited because my sister wanted me to be there with her through the whole thing, but boy I did not know what I was signing up for. Well first of all, my sister’s water broke that Monday morning and I did not believe her at first. She is known to joke around, even with things this serious, but once I realized that it was really happening we took action. So there we go to the hospital where she is checked out and placed into a delivery room.
Hours go by and her contractions get worse by the moment. Let me just say, it is not cool seeing someone you love so dearly in so much pain, especially when there is nothing you can do about it. Even more hours go by and still nothing. It is now Tuesday. By this time I thought my niece would be born or there would have at least been some progress, but no.
It was 4am when I was able to take a little nap, but I couldn’t really because I felt bad that my sister wasn’t able to rest because of all the pain she was enduring. How could I rest when she couldn’t? Her boyfriend, however, had no problem knocking out and even snoring while my mom and I were the ones checking up on her and making sure she was okay.
We had been in the hospital for 24 hours already and there was still no sign of my niece wanting to come out. More and more hours go by and I could tell my sister was getting frustrated. At around 3pm the nurses decided that it was time for her to start pushing. She pushed and pushed for a couple of hours and there was still no sign of the little princess. After about four hours she had to take a break, she then continued. She was trying as hard as she could to give birth to her daughter, but the baby was being stubborn. At one point you could even see her head and I got hopeful that it was going to be over soon, but I was wrong.
After 8 hours of pure pushing, my sister gave up. She couldn’t do it anymore because she was so exhausted and who could blame her. Seeing how hard she was trying and there being no progress was hard to see because I couldn’t even imagine what she was feeling. (Side note: Her boyfriend had the audacity to compare childbirth to having his appendix removed. I wanted to smack him. Through the whole process he was definitely not making things better for my sister. He was making it about him. Selfish much?)
She had no other choice but to have a c-section. As soon as she made that decision she started bawling. She felt scared and disappointed in herself. She was so determined to give birth naturally and she felt like she had failed. My heart broke for her. I was trying to keep my emotions in check and stay strong for her, but it was just too difficult. I know my sister tried her best and no one can blame her for having to do what she did.
Wednesday, September 3rd.1:35am. My niece was FINALLY born!
Turns out the c-section was the best solution because there was no way she would have come out, no matter how much my sister tried because she was technically stuck. Later, I found out that the c-section ended up being done as soon as possible because the baby’s hear rate started to decrease and that was not a good sign. Apparently they rate the baby on a scale of 1-10 depending on how they look when they come out, whether they have complications or if nothing is wrong. My niece was rated at a 2.9, meaning that she was not in good condition. They administered oxygen to her and worked on her until she was stable.
In total, my sister was in labor for over 36 hours. Talk about being some kind of wonder woman. It was a long and hard journey, but I now have a healthy, beautiful little niece.
We are all thrilled to have her home with us and I am already beginning to spoil her. She is definitely our little princess and she has arrived to fill our lives with joy. I love my niece so freaking much!