- 3 years ago
- Wedding: March 2013
Well, it’s been a crazy 9 days around here! Crazy good, of course, because we had our baby boy!
On 8/21 I had my 39 week appointment. (I was 38w and some change). My OB checked me and I was almost three CM dilated and 70% effaced. SWEET. They checked my blood pressure and found that it was much higher than normal for me. Not scary high, but still high. I was also swelling a pretty good bit, but there was no protein in my urine. On 8/20 my DH and I had went to the hospital at 4 am because I had laid in bed since 11PM trying to feel baby move and kick and I hadn’t since around noon. We went and had an NST done and found that he was okay, but that it took himm a little bit longer to have the heart decels that they like to see on the NST strip. With the BP, swelling and NST, my OB asked me if I would be okay inducing on Monday 8/26. I agreed and got excited! B had a birthday!
We checked into the hospital at 5:30 AM for our induction. I was seriously shaking from nerves. We walked into the hospital as a family of two and were going to leave as a family of three. SUCH an emotional experience!. It took an hour to get my IV in. This was the part I was dreading the most and I seem to have gotten the worst nurse possible for it. Finally, after three tries, it was in and I could relax a little better. Shift change happened and we met our 7am to 7pm nurse who was a freaking DOLL. I loved her. I still love her. She was amazing and made me so comfortable and at ease. She started my pitocin around 7:30 after she checked my cervix, which was at a 3.
At 8:30 when my OB arrived, she broke my water. This is probably going to make me sound like a huge weirdo, but I LOVED that experience. I loved knowing that this was the point of “no return.” That my baby boy was officially on his way into our arms.
They kept upping my pit and the contractions got stronger. At noon I was dilated to a 5 and decided to get an epidural. The epidural was another thing I was so extremely worried about (I just hate needles). It was a breeze. The anest. was phoenomenal and talked me thought my fears. It wasn’t bad at all and I felt it start working about 5 minutes later. I could feel my uterus tightening, but I couldn’t feel any pain. I was able to take a nap and get lots of rest with DH while waiting for progression. I was turned on my Rt, Left, and then back every thirty minutes. At 4 pm, I was at a 7! OMG! I was so excited and so nervous. When I say this was an incredibly emotional day, I meant it. DH gave me a card with a sweet note written in it for me at this point. With tears in his eyes, he said “I’m so proud of you. I could never do this, and you are doing this for our baby. I love you.” I bawled. If I could go back in time to that moment, I would in a heartbeat.
At 5, 6, 7, and 8 pm, I was checked for progression, especially at 7 when I thought I felt pressure in my bottom, I was still at a 7. At 7:30, the nurse told me that I needed Oxygen, and that baby wasn’t handling labor well anymore. My OB came in and showed me that his HB would go very, very fast, and then drop super low. He was stressed out. My uterus started slowing down. I would have strong contractions 1 minute apart for 5-7 minutes, and then wouldn’t have another for 5 minutes. My OB said that if there was no progression by 8PM that she would really like to discuss options to get baby out safe.
At 8pm, I was checked. I was still at a 7. There had been 4 hours with no progression. I cried. They explained my options, which were to go ahead and have a CS and get the baby out, or wait just a teeny longer. DH and I discussed and having had a loss in the past, we decided to go ahead with the CS to get baby out healthy and alive. I cried. And cried. And cried. It hit me that I would most likely never get to birth a baby (not many OB’s will attempt VBAC around here) “normally”. It hit me that I was going to have major surgery in a matter of minutes. It hit me that pregnancy was over (which I was ready for, but it was such an awesome time in my life). There were so many emotions.
They prepped me (and by prepped I mean numbed me and got the area ready) at 8:15. At 8:30 they wheeled me back to the OR and prepped my abdomen. They finally let DH in after he scrubbed up. I felt so nauseous. I told the anesthesiologist that I was nauseous and she gave me a medication. I then proceeded to vomit twice on the table.
A little while later I heard “Time of birth: 20:45” and heard the most beautiful cry I have ever heard. Big strong, healthy cry. I remember DH popping up to go see him while I remained on the table. It really bothered me that I could not see my baby or what was going on. DH came back and showed me the most beautiful photo on his phone that I have ever seen.
8 lb 11 oz? 20.5″ long. Holy moly. My OB goes “where were you hiding that baby at?” She had estimated 7lb 6 oz at my 8/21 appointment. Granted, he was probably really swollen from 15 hours of fluids, but still! A big healthy boy. With lots and lots of hair. After they cleaned me up, they put him skin to skin with me, which is a new thing that they just started at the hospital I delivered at.
Here I am, meeting my boy for the first time:
They stitched me up and took me to my new room, where I recovered for the next 3 days. C Section recovery has been a challenge, It made me feel so bad that I could not just hop out of bed and take care of my baby.
Here are some photos!
Going home outfit!
1 week old!
Today, at 9 days old.
I’m one proud mama. All of the nausea, the gender disappointment I had, the annoyance of the frequent bathroom trips and backaches and weight gain doesn’t matter in the end.
He’s perfect to us. We are in love. We feel complete.
Thanks for reading!