Birth Story

Let me just start here by saying that his birth was honestly close to being a dream. Like maybe better than being proposed to. Read here. It’s a funny one. Anyway, if you had a not so great birth or one that lasted hours, then maybe reading this won’t bring you joy. I do pray that you can see that birth doesn’t have to be scary or crazy though when you read. It can actually be a good, dare I say, pleasant experience. I also want to write it for our sake with his 2nd birthday coming up, it’s a sweet memory for us to have in words. Here goes.

We had been doing date nights basically every night for the past month thinking it was the day. I had been 3cm dilated and he was so low that I felt like I could barely walk. We still walked every single day though in an attempt to see if we could get him going on our own. Thankfully, besides morning/night/all day sickness I had been relatively healthy and we would walk about 2-4 miles everyday. We went for our weekly appointment and she said he was so low that she could feel him. That was a weird thing to be told with it being the first round of pregnancy. I had no idea what to expect or what was really going on honestly. We had been talking about being induced since I was 3cm dilated and 50% effaced at this point- this was about the first week in February or last week of January. So, on February 12th we were admitted to the hospital at 8:00 p.m. Unfortunately, because I was pretty far along they didn’t start inducing that evening. I did not sleep at all that night. The nerves had set in and I didn’t know what to expect. I knew we would be starting at 5:00 a.m. with pitocin and I was scheduled to have my epidural at 7:00 a.m. Side note: more power to you if you have a natural birth. This was not a dream of mine and I was so glad to have that epidural.

Naturally, J had a wonderful sleep on his tiny little couch. At least one of us was somewhat well-rested. I was so nervous that I was in the bathroom every 30 minutes. That’s pretty much what I do when I get nervous. My stomach works overtime. Ugh.

We started the induction process about 5:30 a.m. I did get my epidural at 7:00 a.m. Here’s where my story is wonderful for me, but annoying for others or just shocking. I never once felt an actual contraction. To this day I don’t know what a real one feels like. To some people this is sad, others don’t understand why I wouldn’t want to feel what my body can do, and some are just jealous and don’t want to hear about our birth. I honestly don’t talk about it because I almost feel guilty or embarrassed. But this is our story and I’m so grateful for it. Keep reading if you want to know the rest and aren’t annoyed by me. ha!

I moved along pretty quickly after getting the epidural. Also, this was not nearly as scary as I thought it would be. I barely felt anything. That was a surprise that I was extremely thankful for. After that I had to be turned like a chicken in a roaster every 15 minutes just to make sure there was blood flowing to my extremities. I would sit up and then lay down and go from side to side. Nothing extremely uncomfortable, but I wouldn’t say it was enjoyable. About 1:30 p.m. he was almost ready. My doctor came in at 2:00 p.m. and we (me) started pushing. About 30 minutes in she was thinking of doing an episiotomy. I am so glad I knew what this was since a girlfriend had to have one. I asked her if we could 2 more rounds of pushing and if he wasn’t out by then we could do it. {If you are reading this and you are looking to become pregnant or are pregnant, make sure you find a doctor that will listen to you and keep your best interest in mind. He was okay and she knew we could go a little longer without doing the episiotomy.} I was so glad to have a doctor that was looking after us both AND listening to my wants. She was mostly concerned about my stamina at this point. Here’s the weirdest thing, while I was in labor we talked about getting our nails done and we were laughing. You guys, laughing. Every time I laughed he would move down a little further. Labor was almost…almost enjoyable. It wasn’t the scary thing you see on TV at all. After two more rounds of pushing our sweet boy was here.

We became parents at 2:45 p.m. on February 13th. The same day we got engaged. This day. This day will forever be one of the most important life changing days of my life. Of our lives.

First concern, he wasn’t really crying. They had to take him immediately to make sure everything was ok. Turns out, he doesn’t cry loudly. He never has. I’m not saying he never cried because he did. A lot. I will share more about this soon. He just wasn’t a loud crier. We got to do skin-to-skin which was wonderful. We have this picture of him reaching his hand up to my face and his eyes were open looking at me. It was magical. It might still be my favorite photo of us.

After all is said and done they have to move you to another room. I guess most people can walk pretty quickly afterwards. The epidural was supposed to have worn off at this point. Mine, however, did not. I didn’t realize that it hadn’t worn off either. I guess the adrenaline of everything and all the newness was a lot. Obviously. I didn’t realize that I couldn’t move my right leg. I somehow managed to get up out of the bed without help, but promptly fell on the floor. I mean, blood was everywhere. Everywhere. Poor J said it was the first time he realized that he felt like he had to choose between me and bubs. He was in one of the little beds in front of the hospital bed and J was just far away enough to not be able to help me. The nurse helped me up but it was a big ordeal. They knew it wasn’t good and at this point it was a liability. I had to be wheeled to my new room and wasn’t allowed to walk anytime soon. They had a “toilet” next to my bed and I had to have help going a foot from the bed to that. It was quite the ordeal and my epidural didn’t wear off for another 6 hours.

We had to stay in the hospital longer than expected because bubs was jaundiced. My milk hadn’t come in yet either. He had to stay overnight under the lights and it was just so sad. I do understand that a lot of people have it worse than we did with him, but it was our little world and we hated it at the time. The next few weeks are a blur but since this is just his birth story I will save the rest for later.

All in all the actual labor was a dream. I loved being induced. I loved my epidural. I loved my doctor and still do. I loved that she listened to me, but also made sure we were both okay. It was what came after that wasn’t so pleasant.

But, we have a happy and healthy 2 year old. I can’t even believe I am saying 2 year old. Not only has time gone by so fast, but I don’t feel old enough to have had a tiny human in our home for 2 years now. It amazes me that we have him and that God has given us the grace and ability to raise him. He’s a pretty cool kid. The way he came into the world so sweetly and calmly speaks volumes of his character. He’s still a 2 year old and has his moments or just acts plain weird, but he’s a sweet, soft spoken, calm child and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. He’s exactly what we didn’t know we needed.

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