Due date: August 10th, 2012
Birth date: August 8th, 2012
Girl or boy: Team Green turned BOY
Baby’s Name: Evan Charles
Weight: 8lb 12oz
Birth Story: I woke on around 6 or 7 am on August 7th feeling contractions. They were just bad enough that I couldn’t sleep through them, but coming aroundd 15-20 minutes apart. I spent most of the day bouncing on a yoga ball, walking, and (occasionally) stimulating my nipples (because I was SO READY to have him).
Darling Husband came home from work early, around 6 that night. My contractions were down to about 10 minutes apart, and getting a little bit more painful, but still not too bad.
By 11pm they were had been coming 4-5 minutes apart for over an hour, so I called L&D. She told me to keep timing them and call back in another hour. An hour later they were still coming regularly, so I called back and was told to head on to the hospital.
At the hospital I was told that I hadn’t really progressed since my last appointment on Friday (I went from a “loose 2-3cm” to “3cm”). While they had me hooked up there my contractions STOPPED. We were given the option to stay and be checked in a few hours, but the attending didn’t think he was quite ready to come out. We opted to go home.
Before we even got out of the hospital they were coming back harder, but we went home anyway. It was around 12:30 when we got home…by 1am the contractions were coming so hard and fast that I couldn’t breathe through them, and coming closer together. Darling Husband had gone to nap for a bit, and for some dumb reason I convinced myself that this wasn’t real labor. The pain in my back was unreal (he was sunny-side up). I couldn’t find any comfortable position to labor in, and I had started throwing up. By 3am I woke Darling Husband up and told him I needed to go back to the hospital.
The car ride was torture, I threw up in front of the ER, and was biting back screams when they were wheeling me to L&D. I was still convinced I was going to be sent back home, even though I couldn’t imagine trying to labor like that at home any longer. I was ready to ask to be induced if I hadn’t progressed any.
When I was checked again (same OB), he told me I had progressed to 5cm. I made them all laugh when I very hopefully asked “that means you won’t send me home, right?” The nurse started asking about my pain med preferences, and I begged for an epidural. I had planned on trying to go without one, or at least trying to labor on the ball/walking first, but I could not deal with that back pain. Ironically I found a position that offered some relief when I hunched over in a C to receive it.
That thing was awesome. I was able to rest, which my body desperately needed. they checked me at 7am and I had dilated to a 7. I was feeling so good I told me in-laws to come on down (found out later they were already in the car, lol). When they checked me at 9a I was at a 9, and they broke my water.
Pretty much immediately after that my epidural stopped working everywhere but in my left leg (despite turning onto my right side). I started to panic and told the nurse I could feel the contractions, but she seemed to think I meant I could feel pressure, and so the doctor told us that I was too close to delivering to get a new one.
The next two or so hours are really blurry. I was sitting indian-style up in bed, clutching Darling Husband with one hand and my Mother-In-Law with the other. My mom told me when to take a breath, Darling Husband told me when the contraction was peaking (on the monitor) and Mother-In-Law and Father-In-Law were breathing with me. I was in so much pain I couldn’t open my eyes during them.
Finally a new nurse came in and got really upset that I hadn’t been given a new epidural when I asked (this is when we found out the OB had been told I was feeling pressure, not the full pain of the contraction). They got the anesthesiologist back in the room and he put something into my IV and then they replaced the epidural. They checked me and I was a 10, but there was still a little lip, so they let me lay back down and rest for a little while.
I pushed for nearly 2 hours. Sometime right around an hour or so the second epidural failed. I didn’t say anything, though, because I just wanted him out, and the pain was a good motivator to really focus on my pushing. I didn’t get any relief from pushing, but insane back pain. I opted for the mirror, Darling Husband was coaching, and I was sick as a dog (there was an assembly line of puke buckets). They also had an oxygen mask on me between contractions.
He came out, Darling Husband announced we had a son, my mom cut the cord (FIL trimmed it down), and he was immediately taken away from me for newborn tests (8 on the 1 min APGAR, 9 on the 5). Unbeknownest to me I had started hemorrhaging almost immediately after he came out. The nurse told me I lost almost half a gallon of blood within a minute or two. Darling Husband told me later that he really really wanted to meet our son but was pretty petrified I was going to bleed out so he stayed holding my hand. OB got the bleeding stopped and me stitched up pretty fast, and they brought Evan back over. He latched on right away, and was a seriously healthy, loud little dude.
I don’t regret the epidural (either one). I think I could have made it through without (especially the second one), but I also think my body seriously needed rest to push, and had I not gotten it I think I would have ended up needing a C-sec.
Breastfeeding/Pumping/Bottle- How is it going for you?: I’m breastfeeding, and it’s going well. He’s had a great latch and my supply has been good from the get-go, but little dude wants to eat all.the.time. I feel like a cow. I want to start building up a pumped stash, mostly because Darling Husband wants to be able to feed him, and I’d like to be able to, I don’t know, finish a shower, but so far it’s been really hard finding time to pump in between his ridiculous appetite. Oh, and the leaking is so obnoxious, especially at night. We wake up in a big wet spot, even with the breast pads. Between that and the night sweats I’m pretty much washing our sheets daily.
Lifesaver Baby Items for the First Month: The SwaddleMe blanket. It’s the only way he’ll sleep at night. The Boppy is great because I can prop him on it to breastfeed. My sisters-in-law insisted on going out and buying us a bouncer today, so we’ll try that out and see how he likes it.
Baby items you have found unnecessary so far: Well, he hates his swing. We haven’t used the crib or baby monitors yet. Probably the MOST unnecessary is the itzbeen timer we received. I may not remember exactly when he was last changed, but my boobs tell me if it’s been too long since his last feeding (and really, he feeds all the freaking time).
Favorite Mommy Moment: 6a when it’s just starting to get light out but the house is still asleep and quiet, he falls asleep nursing, and in his sleep nuzzles my nipple a few times, uses my boob as a pillow, purses his lips and sighs. Definitely my favorite moment.
Challenges: Handling this weird state where I feel like I’m JUST Evan’s mama and my whole existence currently revolves around taking care of him. I’m jealous of Darling Husband because he can go to work and be an adult for a while. Evan is wonderful and I love him more than I thought I could love anything, but sometimes I’d just like to be able to finish a shower…or go out to dinner, or just be able to spend a little bit of time being Sarah. I know this time is temporary, but it’s really hard being completely responsible for a helpless little someone.
That and sleep. Man, I’d love to get 5 hours of sleep.
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