On November 24th, 2017, we were finally able to bring our precious baby boy into the world.
But it did not go nearly as I had planned, or even hoped for. Although, with the way everything has gone with the pregnancy and waiting to get pregnant, I shouldn’t be surprised.
On Wednesday, I started to have Braxton-Hicks contractions. They were coming about every 7 minutes, and they were fairly strong. And so I called the doctor’s office, but they said that because they were so far apart, that we should just wait at home until they got closer together. But, they never got any closer, and I fell asleep soundly that night. On Thursday, after Thanksgiving dinner, I started to spot a little. I called the doctor again, but they said that it was nothing to worry about–it was just my body preparing for childbirth.
And then it was Friday morning. I was sitting in hubby’s recliner, with our dog and cat on me, and talking with my hubby and mom, when my water broke. No warnings like contractions or anything that morning or anything. Just a sudden gush. I called the doctor again, and they said to get something to eat and go to the hospital. And so I quickly got something small to eat and changed clothes, and we headed to the hospital.
By the time we got to the hospital, the contractions were already coming every couple of minutes apart. I was already 6-7cm dilated when they got me in triage. We were not in triage very long before they admitted me into my own room.
When we got into the room that they admitted me in, it was only a short amount of time before they started to have me push. They had said that they weren’t sure if I would be able to epideral or not because of how far along I was already. Thankfully, I was able to get the epideral, but not without yelling at the anesthesiologist to shut up because he was talking while I was in the middle of a contraction.
I was pushing for probably about 4 to 6 hours off and on, before they finally said that they were going to try to the vaccum to try to get him out. They said that if it didn’t work after three tries, they would have to do a C-section. But the doctor was confident that the vaccum would work.
Once. Twice. The vaccum didn’t work (but scared hubby because of the way that it went flying through the air at one point).
And so it was time for the C-section. I had a million emotions going through me. I was terrified of having to have a C-section, because of course it was the one week that we had missed in our birthing class. I was relieved that it was finally going to be done. I didn’t know what to think or what to feel. I just knew that it needed to be done.
The doctors prepared Tim for surgery, getting him in his suit for surgery (it made him look like a painter, and this at least made me smile). And then they prepared me for surgery. I had to have another epideral, as the nurses had wanted it to wear off earlier so that I could feel where to push, and then also had to have a spinal tap in order for me to not feel the pain from the surgery.
Finally, at 6:58pm, our baby was brought into the world. Hearing our son’s cry for the first time made me almost start to cry. I couldn’t believe that we finally were able to have our precious baby boy to ourselves now. They got me cleaned up and ready, and they had hubby cut our baby’s umbilical cord, and did the normal tests. And then we were able to go back to another room.
That weekend is mostly just a blur to me now, and its only been about 10 days. It was full of nurses coming in and out, checking the baby’s vitals, checking my vitals, and giving me my medications. It was a frustrating weekend, with the baby constantly crying, and always getting disturbed my nurses and doctors checking in on us.
But I would never give up the experience. Our son was so worth the entire experience, and I wouldn’t give it up for the world.