My Baby’s Birth Story
I love hearing baby birth stories!
When you go to a birthing class they make it seem like everyone goes through the same three phases of labor and it’s all pretty much by the books. We all know that’s not the case! At all! So knowing I would be embarking on the adventure of labor soon myself I wanted to know as many scenarios and possible that could potentially go down, right or wrong. Since I loved hearing them myself I thought I would share with you guys my baby’s birth story. So here is the story of a normal, everything-went-just-as-it-should birth, my baby’s birth story.
Let’s take it back just a little bit to begin with.
When I hit about 37 weeks in my pregnancy there was nothing I wanted more than my baby to be here already! I didn’t feel completely miserable or anything, I actually had really easy pregnancy(I know, I’m sorry, don’t hate me for it!). I was just sooo ready to meet my little jelly bean!
The biggest thing I questioned was, when will I know when it’s time to go to the hospital? My mom didn’t have a lot of pain with her labor and when she got to the hospital with both me and my sister she was already 10 centimeters(hello nervousness). I’m not saying that’s what I expected mine to be like but I knew it could happen. I live 45 minutes away from the hospital and wanted to walk that fine line of not sitting at the hospital longer than I had to and not being there so late I had the baby in the parking lot.
Four days before baby…
Well, I worked up until December the 24th. That morning I was sitting in bed and felt like I peed myself a little(for lack of a better comparison). I thought it maybe be my water breaking but wasn’t sure. I told my husband. “You’re not going to work are you?” was my husbands wide-eyed response. I’m stubborn and will fully admit it. If that baby wasn’t coming out that morning I was certainly not going to sit at home and hope he did while I could be cashing in on what was my last day of work before maternity leave. Sure enough, nothing else happened. Its not like I could waltz into the doctor’s office to get checked either, it was Christmas eve after all. I went to work and enjoyed the holiday as normal. On Christmas I felt as normal as someone could a week from their due date.
I went with a friend to see Christmas lights on the night of the 26th. It was one of those big places you walk a forever long trail with Christmas lights put up all around. We had Mexican food for dinner after that. Yeah, in hindsight I’m pretty sure she was trying to put me in labor. Now I’m not going to say that the walking and Mexican food were what for sure put me in labor but… I woke up the next morning having contractions.
It was finally labor day!!
I had a lot of braxton hicks contractions throughout my pregnancy. They were never painful and I could sleep through them, even though everything else kept me up(figures right?). This morning they actually woke me up and they felt more intense than before. They were happening every nine minutes on average. I had put a contraction tracker apps on my phone, I highly recommend it!
Around seven that morning I woke up and put my mom and husband in a panic by saying I thought I was in labor. After I assured them the baby was not going to come flying out in the next hour and that I needed breakfast before were went to the hospital. We got to the hospital around noon. Because I wasn’t holding my belly screaming in pain, I sat in the waiting room for 2 hours. Lesson learned, I plan on skipping that part next time and will make a fuss.
I finally got checked out
When I finally got back to the room where they checked me I was only 3 centimeters. My heart sank because I was 2 centimeters a week before at my doctor’s appointment. Maybe I wasn’t in labor after all? No I had to be in labor! I had told them I thought my water leaked a few days before. They seemed sceptical so they did a test to see if any amniotic fluid was leaking, which ensued another hour and half wait. Sure enough, it had been my water leaking. I officially wasn’t going home without a baby! WooHoo!
The doctor started talking about getting me in a room and inducing me. Like I said, they seemed very skeptical after monitoring my contractions. They had me walk around as much as I wanted to while waiting. It didn’t take long for walking to get painful. But, pain was good. It meant progress to me.
Can we get a room already?
Impatiently waiting for a room got more and more painful. When they finally got me back to one, got an iv in me and checked me again it was about 8pm. This time was much better news; 5 centimeters! I was very ready for something for the pain. I had been told earlier they would only check me every 2 hours because my water was broken. I’ve heard for some and epidural slows labor down, so I was trying to wait as long as I could. I got some iv pain meds first. They certainly made me feel loopy and sleepy but honestly didn’t touch my contractions. About an hour and a half later I got an epidural. I’m terrified of needles but(and yes I know it’s the cliche thing that’s always said) that pain was nothing compared to the pain of contractions. I got instant relief.
They checked me right after(about 11pm) and I was 7 centimeters. I was 9 centimeters two hours after that. I was moving right along until then. From 9 to 10 took me the longest but it was finally time to push at about 4:30am the next morning. My first couple of “practice pushes” made real progress and I could feel him moving down(one of the weirdest feelings). After a few pushes I was having to wait so long for the next set of contractions that the doctor decided to give me some pitocin to speed up my contractions. At about 5:30am the real pushing began, and I pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed..for 3 hours. His head just would not come through my pelvis easily. At that point I was completely exhausted and hungry. I just wanted my baby out!
Finally my little one arrived!
Finally he was born at 8:39am! The doctor pulled him out, quickly cut his cord and had doctors and nurses all over him. He didn’t cry for a few minutes and, let me tell you, that was the scariest few minutes of my life. There was meconium in his amniotic fluid and they were worried his shoulder dislocated. Luckily, his shoulder was fine and he did not ingest any of the meconium. They cleaned our baby off and handed him to my fiancé, he brought him over and laid our 7 pound 3.5 ounce little boy on my chest.
I could not(and still can’t) believe he is mine. He was so perfect and so beautiful. We both fell asleep and rested until we were ready to go to the recovery room, we were exhausted from all that labor. We headed to the room we would stay in for the next 2 days and began spending some time as a new little family about 2 hours after he was born. It was a long first 21 hours in the hospital but I would gladly do it over again for my perfect little boy! There truly is nothing so exhausting, painful, tiring, emotional and rewarding that having a baby!
No matter how your labor is and how your baby gets here it is your story and it will be perfect no matter what. Good luck and labor on! Oh, make sure you check out these must have items for your baby’s first month as well!