I found out I was pregnant when my oldest son was 8 months old. It was completely unexpected and unplanned and too soon for me to fully embrace it at first. Once I found out my baby was a little girl, I was overjoyed and ready to be a mom for a second time.
It was Saturday October 14, 2006 and I was having an ordinary day with my son. We followed our normal routine but I was feeling exceptionally tired. Almost sluggish. I went for a walk with him and started feeling some small contractions but they were unregular so I assumed they were Braxton Hicks contractions. At around 6 pm I called my grandmother and asked her if she could pick up Vaughn beause I was extremely tired and not feeling all that great. I was only 36 weeks and 6 days so I figured I was getting close and having to run after a toddler was taking it's toll.
Later that night I was laying in bed and my back was hurting but I started to feel really dizzy. I called my mom and asked if she could take me to Labor and Delivery because I wanted to make sure everything was okay. We got to labor and delivery at around 10 pm and they started to check everything out. They told me that everything was fine but that I would NOT be going home. I was shocked! I didn't have a bag for the hospital with me. I didn't have anything with me.
They checked my cervix and found that I was 4 cm and having consistent contractions. They got me into a hospital bed and started the whole process. At around 3 in the morning, my contractions were unbearable! I wanted an epidural and the nurse informed me that she paged he anesthesiologist. The time was ticking and I felt like I was going to die. The anesthesiologist came in and started the procedure of putting in the epidural. I was relieved that the pain would be over in a bit. That was too good to be true! After trying a total of 9 times, he determined that he couldn't get it in and that they'd have to try at a later time. This was awful news.
The doctor came in and checked again and said I was about 8 cm at around 3:30 am. Within 10 minutes I felt so much pressure. I told the nurse that she was coming whether they were ready or not. She told me not to push and to breathe. As soon as the doctor stepped into the room, Franchesca came out and landed on the bed. She was crying and squirming around. The nurse picked her up and gave her to me. She was so tiny and cute. She was the most beautiful little girl ever and she belonged to me. Franchesca was born on October 15, 2006 and weighed 6lb 3oz.
Within a few hours, she was introduced to her big brother and they've been inseparable since. He is only 16 months older than she is but he has always protected her and cared for her.
Franchesca is now 5 years old and is just as stubborn and persistent as the day she was born. She has her mother's sarcasm and is brilliant. I can't imagine life without my only little girl who can hit a ball but LOVES to get her nails done and wear pretty dresses. With every child, it's almost like your reborn as a mother.
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