Every day, we pretty much have the same routine. We get up, go to work, come home, make dinner, do stuff around the house, and have quality one-on-one time with the hubby. Nothing better than just snuggling together, just the two of you. Except, one morning you wake up, feeling so sick to your stomach, then have to rush to the bathroom. You think you have the flu. But it persists. There are also other ailments as well, which causes for concern. But, the first instinct for many women, they go to the store and get a pregnancy test. Some women have to go to the doctor to see what is wrong with them. However, the usual results they receive…SURPRISE! You are expecting!<\/p>\n
What were your first thoughts? No matter if you were trying or not, those little lines…that sealed the deal of no turning back! You will be responsible for a little life soon. How exciting! How terrifying! I was in shock. I was waiting for so long for something like to this to happen, and now there was no turning back. I was pregnant. The only words I kept uttering…Oh My God! I had to share the news. I wanted to tell my husband in person though. So I called one of my best friends. I will never forget either of our experiences though, because when I spread my good news, I found out she was in the hospital in labor with her first son!<\/p>\n
I was elated though. I enjoyed every little moment. I couldn’t wait for the flutters, the kicks, the moves, and if I didn’t feel sick, I worried. I was one of those moms that called the doctor often because I always worried and wanted to make sure my baby was healthy and growing. I read to my belly, put on headphones, rubbed it all of the time, and I would even find myself tickling spots to see if I received a reaction. My husband would rub my belly, read to the little life inside, and just lay there with his hand on my tummy enjoying the moments he could as well.<\/p>\n
For the beginning of the pregnancy, I thought the little bean was a boy. I was so excited and my gut told me it would be. But I had dreams of a little girl. It was time to find out the gender of the baby, and when the ultrasound tech told us it was a girl…I cried. My chance for a boy went away so fast. I was a little saddened. But I caught myself, because I shouldn’t be feeling that, because we have a beautiful healthy baby girl to shower with love and affection! I became excited again, and started decorating in pinks and everything girly. I couldn’t wait to meet our little girl.<\/p>\n
My husband and I fought for a while about names. He had his concerns for certain names, I always loved the name Hailey, but he didn’t like anything. One night we were watching a movie, and I read the names in the credits. I told my husband, Oh, Talia…I like that name. He actually agreed. And one of his favorite movies was Rocky, and the actress who played his wife was named Talia Rose Shire. So, she was finally named. And I couldn’t be more ecstatic!<\/p>\n
Going down memory lane, I wish I still had those sensations in my belly from her. The feet in my ribs, where I would gently move them down a little, the alien movements going back and forth where we just had to film it because it was so surreal, and even the pressure of her weight on my bladder. I absolutely loved being pregnant. The bond between mother and fetus is indescribable. The connection was so strong too.<\/p>\n
I was still in college and had a final the next couple of days, and my husband worked in the city of Chicago, about an hour or so away. My very high belly dropped lower, and I was losing something called a plug. I knew the end was near. My husband and I were watching Transformers in bed, and about 11:30pm, I started getting a little pains. I sat up most of the movie, but then when it was over, and we were ready to go to bed, I told him to stay closer to home because I had a feeling she was coming really soon. Maybe 15 minutes later, the pain intensified, and I told him that I thought it was time to go to the hospital. We got our stuff together, there were moments of me having contractions where I would stop in my tracks and have to bend over a little to try and alleviate some of the pressure I felt. We went to the hospital, I got checked, but wasn’t where I needed to be. The staff suggested I walk around the halls to help dilating further, but the pain was just too excruciating at that time. They suggested of rocking in the rocking chair, and that is what I decided to do. I rock that chair like I had to win the Gold Medal in the Olympics. It was time to be checked again, and they agreed I was ready to get set up in a room. The pain was so bad, I couldn’t help but scream. The whole hospital heard me. The nurses tried calming me down, telling me that screaming could actually be worse for me and the baby and to breathe. But it was so hard for me. They gave me epidural, and I was floating on cloud 9. I asked if I was contracting anymore, and they said you are having a contraction as we speak. I was all smiles and joking around. When it was time to push, I didn’t feel a thing. I gave maybe four pushes, still not feeling anything, and at 5:38am, we had our little girl in our arms. The experience was insane. It was so horrifying and fast, yet so ethereal. We were so excited to become parents of little Talia Rose.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"