- 5 years ago
- Wedding: September 2010
Archer’s Birth Story
Wednesday November 21, 2012 (38 weeks, 4 days)
We started the day by going to see the doctor. When I got checked, I was 3.5 centimeters dilated (.5 centimeters more dilated that my check 2 weeks prior) and nearly 100% effaced. The doctor told me she could almost guarantee that I wouldn’t go past my due date and that I wouldn’t need to be induced.
The rest of the day I felt crampy and just a little off. I attributed this to the check since that kind of follows that type of exam. My husband and I had plans that night to go out to dinner with friends and I almost skipped going because I was feeling so crampy, but decided I should go anyway. I mean, who knows how much longer I’d get to hang out with everyone with no other responsibilities?
Thursday November 22, 2012 (38 weeks, 5 days)
I woke up at 2:00 am still feeling pretty crampy, so I moved to the couch to sleep so I wouldn’t bother my husband. After a few minutes, I realized that the cramps I was feeling were coming at pretty regular intervals, so I started timing them just in case. At that point, they were 5-8 minutes apart and lasting about a minute each. I pretty much knew this was the real deal, so around 4:30 am I showered (you never know when you’ll get another one!). The hot water really helped with the contractions, so it was tough to get out of there! I woke my husband up at 5:00 am. While I was blow drying my hair, he went through the list I made and began packing our hospital bag. In the middle of drying my hair, I felt a weird popping sensation and then my pants were wet – my water had broken. I rushed to the bathroom and even more gushed out. It pretty much didn’t stop for the rest of the morning. We finally left for the hospital around 5:45 am when my contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart and lasting anywhere from 45 seconds to a minute each.
When we pulled up to the hospital, I immediately got nauseous. Just after we pulled into the valet parking area, I got out of the car and puked in some bushes out front (super classy, I know). Once inside, we went directly to triage. I was put in a room and checked on from time to time but no one actually “checked” me, which really annoyed me because I was already 3.5 centimeters before and I just had a weird feeling that I would move quickly through the process. I kind of assumed that as soon as you came to triage and hooked up to monitors, an internal check would be next on the docket. Anyway, after two hours of painful contractions that made me cry and vomit, I was finally checked and was at 6 centimeters, which seemed to shock the triage nurse. Now they seemed in a rush to get me up to an L&D room! The entire time I was being wheeled to my new room, I was begging for an epidural. Thankfully once I got up there, the anesthesiologist was there within 5-10 minutes. Right before they inserted the epidural, I was checked again and was now at 8 centimeters. At around 8:30, I had the epidural and it was working and it was GLORIOUS. All of the doctors left for a while, so I spent some time with my husband and a few friends that had stopped by. Around 11:00 am, I got checked again and was at 10 centimeters. The baby was still pretty high up and the doctor had a c-section to perform, so she told me that she would be back in about an hour and we could start pushing. Things were becoming very real!
The doctor came back to my room at 12:30 pm and I started pushing. It was weird to push because I couldn’t feel much with the epidural. I could tell when I was having contractions, but I wouldn’t really tell if I was pushing effectively. Time went on and I continued to push. The baby wasn’t moving down very well so we kept trying various positions and strategies to help him out. After about 2 hours of this, my back was screaming at me. It hurt almost as bad as my contractions had earlier in the day. I was completely exhausted. After another hour of no real progress (3 hours of pushing total), my doctor suggested a c-section, which I was completely on board with at that point. So around 4:00, they began my c-section. It was definitely a different experience to feel someone operating on you but not feel any pain. I was so tired though, I’m not sure I cared what they did to me! At 5:11 pm, my son Archer Lawrence was born. It was the most overwhelming, emotional and best moment of my life to see his little face after the long day we had. He was 7 lb, 7 oz and 20 inches long. I wasn’t able to hold him right away because during labor I developed a fever and he had to be checked out and have antibiotics immediately, but I saw him for a few minutes while they were stitching me up. Later that night at around 10:30 pm, he was finally brought to my recovery room and stayed there the rest of my stay at the hospital.
After all is said and done, labor isn’t the most fun experience in the world (by any means…), but what you get out of it is definitely worth it.
Pointers and Advice
- Wear your nursing bra to the hospital if you think you’re in labor. You might not get a chance to change into it, and it might be hard to change later.
- Literally steal everything from your recovery room that isn’t nailed down. If you don’t need it, that’s fine. But at least you’ll have it.
- Ask your nurses everything you could possibly want to know. Mine were super helpful.
- If you think you’re in labor, eat something small. I had to go all day without eating and it wasn’t the highlight of my day.
- Expect the unexpected.
- After birth, drink as much water as possible. The sooner you pee, the better.
- Bring snacks. I got pretty hungry in our recovery room and wish I had more little things to eat (pretzels, veggies, etc.)