On my 27th birthday, I got the best present any mother could ask for. My second son was born! I was asked to tell his birth story (my experience), so here we go!
When we first became pregnant, my only goal was to have a different delivery experience than I had with my first. With Jman, we were unprepared, not to mention a bit scared. We didn’t know what to expect really. I was induced with him, and was convinced that the 28hr labor, fever, 3hr pushing marathon, and even the tearing was related to having been induced and probably the epidural. So my goal this time around was to avoid induction and not get an epidural.
Guess what? I was induced with this baby too. Oh, and I got an epidural.
I’ll be honest, the pregnancy was rough and I was ready for it to be over. Even though I was bummed, I was also relieved to have a scheduled induction. I was induced because of Baby’s suspected size. I had gestational diabetes, diagnosed at 32 weeks, so he had already packed on some extra ounces according to the ultrasounds.
And as a cherry on top, the induction was scheduled for my birthday!
I had mixed feelings about this, like VERY mixed! My birthday is the day before my mom’s and I always wished it was actually on her birthday because how cool would that be!? But when it came time to have my own child on my birthday, it made me sad because then he wouldn’t have his own day.
But I’m over it 🙂
We went to the hospital in the morning as scheduled. L&D was a ghost town, so we were admitted with no problem. I answered all of the questions and the IV of pitocin was started. I was checked and came in at 1cm (barely) and 60% effaced.
Every 30 minutes, the pitocin was increased. I was having contractions every 2 minutes. Sounds great right? Well it was because I was fine. The contractions were super tolerable. The hubs and I were dancing up and down the halls of the floor trying to get the baby to figure out he had been served his eviction notice. I could have sat there playing cards with my doula and would have been just fine!
5:30pm (8hrs in) my doctor came in after her office hours to see me. This is the greeting I get: “Oh goodness, you’re smiling. Why are you smiling? You shouldn’t be smiling!” Thanks doc (She’s my favorite, I promise). I was still only 1 cm because my body is dumb sometimes and doesn’t listen to me or drugs apparently. She decides to break my water to help things along.
Which, by the way, EW. Water leaking out of your body is such a gross feeling.
Before she broke my water, she asked me how I felt about an epidural and warned me that this would cause the contractions to intensify pretty rapidly.
Yeah, she wasn’t kidding.
I got in the shower when they started to get a little more painful. I had been in there maybe 45 minutes when my husband started encouraging me to get out. Um, no. It was where I wanted to be and I didn’t want to move. But he could tell by my face that my blood pressure (and sugar we found out) was dropping and he didn’t want me passing out in the shower, which definitely would have happened.
My BP was 68/33 and sugar was 62. If you are unfamiliar with vitals, these numbers are both pretty darn low.
I don’t remember really what happened after I got out of the shower. My contractions were so intense at that point I couldn’t really think or care about anything else. All I know is there were hands on me helping me through the pain (husband, doula, and doc I learned later) and meds being pushed to get my BP and glucose up. It was all a blur to me though. My doc checked me at 9pm (12hrs in) and I was 7cm. Talk about going from 0 to 100.
I couldn’t control my body and I couldn’t focus. I asked if the pitocin could be stopped, but was shot down. It was then I asked for the epidural. And it was OK.
I found out later that my doc thinks that I was complete by the time my epidural was in and started by the sounds I was making, which makes me feel like superwoman. Kudos to those who do this entirely naturally.
At 11pm (14hrs in), my doc came in and asks “Ok, do you want this baby to be born on your birthday or your mom’s?” Bless her heart, she knew about the mixed feelings I had about having him on my birthday. I was so out of it from whatever meds they gave me to raise my blood pressure that I just stared at her. She checked me and I was thinned and complete.
Again, she asked me what I wanted to do. I hesitantly gave the go.
My doctor coached me through a “practice” push. I say that sarcastically because the practice time turned into go time. This baby was more than ready to come out.
Because my awesome doula was there, she took the “husband spot” at my legs and my hubs was invited by my doc to catch the baby. How cool is that!? He was pumped.
At 11:15, after 14hrs and 15min of labor and only 3 pushes, Baby C came into the world. He didn’t cry, which terrified me, but was seemingly annoyed and definitely hungry. This continues to be his personality!
I didn’t rip or tear at all. I didn’t need any stitches. I didn’t spike a fever. All of the things I was worried about didn’t happen.
It was a wonderful birth experience because my son was finally here.
We did skin to skin for an hour before they took him to do all of the newborn testing. He weighed 8lb10oz and was 21.5in long (at 39 weeks). Yep, I’m glad he came out when he did! Proud member of the ‘I Have Big Babies’ club.
Some things I learned from this birth experience:
- Hire a doula. Just do it. Total game changer! My husband will agree, hands down the best decision we made this pregnancy.
- Listen to your body. If it’s time for help, ask for it. If you don’t need any, keep going.
- Listen to your husband. If he tells you to get out of he shower, just do it! They can help you think and be a supportive voice of reason when your thoughts are elsewhere.
- Babies don’t always cry after they are born. I add this to keep other Mamas from freaking out like I did 😉
**All photos were taken by my cousins. We are so thankful for both them and these pics!!!