My Pregnancy Story

Welcome to my first Mommy Monday post!

I feel the best way to start is to talk about my personal experience getting pregnant, having my daughter and what I have learned the last few months.

It has been a crazy ride getting to the point we have now, and I wouldn’t change a thing. When my husband James and I decided we wanted children, we started tracking cycles and all the crazy “Old Wives Tales” to get pregnant. We had been trying for over a year and thought that we had medical issues that were preventing the pregnancy. At a very vulnerable state, we started talking about doing In vitro fertilization. We agreed to visit doctors when we returned home from a trip.

Since we had been trying to conceive for such a long time, I had gotten into the habit of taking a pregnancy test the day before each trip. I figured this time would be no different. I bought the tests, but didn’t tell James and took one. I knew it would come back negative and I’d be heartbroken but would move on. I looked at the test and almost passed out. I started crying and staring into the mirror. It was positive. Of all the pregnancy tests I have ever taken, I have never once had a positive, not even a false positive. I had to tell James but I didn’t know how. So I walked up to him while he was playing Shadows of War and asked him for a hug.

“So we’re having a baby?”

I froze. How could he know I took a test? How did he know it was positive? How? How? HOW?!?!?!

I looked up at him, slowly reached into my hoodie pocket and pulled out the test to show him. I don’t think I have ever seen him so happy and excited in the almost 4 years we’ve been together. He picked me up and started spinning me around and I started crying again so it was an amazing moment. I took the second test to make sure it wasn’t a false (should have done that before showing him, my bad). That one was positive as well, so off to the doctors we went!!

Jumping ahead a few weeks, we went to Nebraska to visit my family and see my best friend get married. I told my mother and my grandma and they were both over the moon excited for a baby in the family. We told grandma that if we were having a girl, she would be named after her, as she talked about it for a few years before this. My grandma asked me if I had been having morning sickness since I was about 5-6 weeks at the time, and I hadn’t had any! “Well, you’re not really pregnant if you don’t have morning sickness!!” I love my grandma, but I thought that statement was so silly. When we returned home a few days later, I had almost non-stop morning sickness ALL DAY LONG! Thanks Grandma. I love you. She passed on January 18th of this year. Exactly one week later, we found out we were having a girl. I was bawling in the doctors office and couldn’t stop smiling. Morgan Beverly Robinson was coming to town.

I had a pretty uneventful pregnancy until around the 6-7 month mark when I was told I had to have stress tests done. Because I am a Type 1 Diabetic, I had to have extra monitoring to make sure little Mo Mo was safe and healthy. During these tests, I was informed I was having non-painful contractions. A few appointments after that one, I was told there was a skip in her heartbeat. I had an ultrasound afterwards and a specialist said it was a PAC, which is basically from too much caffeine. It was hard to say no to chocolate and diet soda.

Leading up to the 37 week mark, we planned for me to be induced early because my blood sugar was so unstable and it was safer to have her rather than push it. It was scheduled for May 31st, but with some issues at the hospital, I wasn’t able to go in. So we went in on June 1st at 5 am. After the 30 minute struggle to get the IV’s in and multiple bruises and bawling in pain, I was connected to the Pictocin and the fun was starting. With an induction, you can only be on the medication for 72 hours before they have a c-section. They check to see if you are dilated and how far you are to make sure you are progressing positively. After 29 hours, they inserted the epidural. The pain from that was nothing compared to the initial IV’s, but it was painful. Once the epidural was in, I had the worst pain in my left side all the way down my leg that was barely relieved by the medicine. On top of all of this, I was not able to sleep, being diabetic, they had to check my blood sugar every 30 minute to make sure I wasn’t too high or low.

50+ hours of labor later, I was told i was at 9 cm and they were going to wait 1 hour and then have me start pushing. When they came back, I was devastated was they told me I was closed off on my left side and was back to 8cm. Getting close to the cut off of receiving the medicine, I was told I had to sign for a c-section. I was TERRIFIED. I’m not even joking when I say I was terrified. I needed my mom and my husband to both hold my hands and tell me I would be okay, Morgan would be okay and I wouldn’t feel a thing. I signed the consent form and within 10 minutes, I was on my way to become a mother. They had to disconnect the medicine, and remove the epidural once I was on the table. Believe me when I say, I was in SO MUCH PAIN. I was trembling and shaking without meaning to. The doctors told me to hold still and I just couldn’t because of the pressure I felt on my left side. Sweet relief when the spinal epidural was in place. All the pain was gone, now I just had to worry about the fact that my husband wasn’t there yet. Once he arrived, they went to work and within 10 minutes, we heard our chubby cheeked Mo Mo cry out.

With having a Cesarean without planning to have one, It was very difficult once we got home. My legs were so swollen, I had to get slip on shoes that were 2 sizes to big just to have shoes on my feet. I had to purchase a step stool just to get into bed. I couldn’t go up the stairs without James or my mom helping me up. I felt like the absolute worst mother ever because I could barely attend to my baby because I was in so much pain. The pills I was given did not help very much with anything other than helping me sleep. With the help I had and my determination to get back to normal (as normal as you can be when your organs are rearranged), I was back to normal after about 2 weeks.

All in all, I was a roller coaster of emotions, physical endurance and personal growth. James keeps joking about having another baby and I’m still recovering from Morgan. I hope that you enjoyed my experience of pregnancy and birth. I know it may be a little intense and possibly a deterrent to having kids as a diabetic (or as anyone) but everyone has different pregnancies. My story is one that I am proud of and not afraid to share.

If you have questions about anything pertaining to my story, don’t be afraid to hit me up and ask! I am an open book.

Thanks for reading and I hope you come back soon!


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