Finley Grace birthstory

Finley Grace... She truly is God's grace on me. During the third trimester while I was pregnant with her we realized she was measuring a bit small. We began the non-stress tests to be sure she was doing well in utero. As time went on doing two tests a week, she was doing great. I on the other hand, was experiencing stress from those non-stress tests. My blood pressure tends to rise each pregnancy, but this was higher than my midwife liked. She did some bloodwork, coming back normal one week, and the following week sent me to the hospital for induction. The "i" word... I had always experience a natural birth. Laboring at home until I couldn't any longer and THEN heading to the hospital. You can read my previous birth stories, Haven's here or Taytum's here. This was going to be a VERY different experience. The midwife on call came in and informed that I was not dilated or effaced really at all. I had the choice of taking a pill, inserting a pill or using a balloon. I had only heard horror stories of a balloon so I opted for a pill insertion. They then informed me that because I was diagnosed with preeclampsia, I would need to be put on magnesium ASAP. My first response was, "Is this going to make me sick?" The midwife and student were both quick to say, "Some people complain of feeling like they have the flu... hot flashes, feeling very foggy...." "No," I quickly cut off. "Is this going to make me throw up? I don't care about anything else. I just don't want to puke." They thought I was crazy, but reassured me if I felt nauseas, as some people do, they would immediately give me something. I was relieved. "Okay, let's have a baby!" The magnesium was on and the pill began to work. The next thing I know I'm finally effaced and dilated enough to begin the Pitocin. They started the pit and continued to increase every hour. I got to a point when I really didn't think I could handle anymore. I knew this meant transition time. I asked the midwife to check and she said I was only at a 4. That was incredibly frustrating, but I really did not want an epidural. Into the shower and on the ball I went for some relief. When I couldn't handle it anymore I went back to the bed and instantly started pushing. The midwife was like whoa, what is happening. No one was ready, but one push and sweet Finley girl was out. I went from a 4-10 within minutes, and only three hours on the Pitocin. Thankfully my body remembered what to do. Right before pitocin started. I was scared and my Haven knew I was choosing to be brave.