Little Sweet Pea’s Birth Story
I have kept putting this post off because every time I went to write it, I kept reliving the birth of our Little Sweet Pea in my head. I was so traumatized that I couldn’t get past it enough to share with everyone. It has taken me a full three months to be able to think about the birth without feeling overwhelmed, although my heart flutters and I want to cry when I think about certain memories.
On Tuesday, November 27th around 3:30 in the afternoon, without warning my water broke. I was only two days from my due date, but it came as such a shock to me and it wasn’t anything like I was expecting. We’ve all seen the movies where the women’s water breaks and it floods the floor. Well not so much with me, in fact I wasn’t even sure if that is what happened! I texted Andrew at work saying “I’m 50% certain my water just broke!” He immediately left work to come and get me. Luckily I had already had our hospital bag packed for weeks so all I had to do once Andrew got home was jump in the car.
When we got to the hospital, I wasn’t having any contractions so we parked in the parking garage and walked up to labor and delivery. They admitted me right away and confirmed that in fact my water did break and I was going to have a baby soon! It was quite surreal knowing we weren’t going to be leaving the hospital. If only I had known what I was in for! I foolishly let myself believe that delivery wasn’t going to be so bad since he had been so low (+1 station) for three weeks.
Andrew and I walked the halls for about an hour before they finally started me on pitocin around 7pm. It wasn’t until then that I finally felt my first contractions. They were somewhat painful, but I was managing. We watched movies on my laptop until the contractions got too painful to even breathe. Andrew would rub my back and comfort me during the contractions, but they were coming too fast and too strong that something needed to be done!
I didn’t go to the hospital with a set birth plan, but I knew I wanted an epidural at some point. That point arrived around 1:00am after being on Poticin for 6 hours. After I got the epidural I couldn’t believe I had waited that long! I felt absolutely nothing…it was such a relief! The nurses told me to rest while I could but it was nearly impossible! Between the baby heart monitor, the blood pressure cuff going off every half hour and my husband snoring peacefully in the chair next to me, there was no sleeping.
Around 3:30am about five nurses rushed in and put an oxygen mask on me saying that the baby’s heart rate had dropped. I was somewhat asleep with they came in so it scared me half to death! Luckily they were able stabilize the baby’s heart rate quickly, but after that I couldn’t focus on anything else but the baby heart monitor for the rest of the night.
The pitocin was doing its job, and by 9:00am the next morning I had dilated to an 8. The doctor came in an hour later to check me and said that the baby was in the posterior position. He said that he needed to get the baby to turn and face down before delivery. That’s when he said that he was going to turn off the epidural drip and get me up out of the bed and moving to help the baby turn. I immediately started crying, I remembered how painful those contractions were before I had the epidural. Now being in the most intense part of labor- he wanted to turn off my epidural!
My doctor kept coming in to check to see if he had turned, after about the third time checking and seeing no change they started prepping for surgery. However, somehow after 4 hours of acrobatics in the room, he finally turned head down right before the doctor was going to move us to the surgical suite. I really can’t put into words how much I appreciated having our amazing nurse Carolyn and nursing student Jenna. Since the baby wasn’t stressed and was handling the delivery just fine, they were determined to deliver my baby naturally! So much that they even got into a argument with my doctor! Without them, I have no doubt that I would have ended up in the operating room for a C-section.
As soon as I heard that he had turned I begged them to turn back on my epidural drip. They did, but with all of the movements I was doing trying to get him to turn, the epidural must have moved and it only worked on my left leg. So here I was feeling EVEYTHING except my dead to the world left leg. Now I don’t consider myself a big baby, but the last three hours before he was born was the most grueling experience of my life and it seemed like it would never end.
I felt the breathtaking contractions and the urge to push almost a full 30 seconds before it showed up on the monitor. I was so exhausted! After three full hours of pushing, he was stuck behind my pelvic bone and not progressing any further. The doctor called in the NICU staff since my water had been broken for over 26 hours. He tried with forceps first with no success, followed by another failed attempt with the vacuum before finally delivering him with his second attempt using forceps. Finally at 4:59 pm, after 26 hours of labor and 3 hours of pushing, I heard the most beautiful baby cry. My husband was so excited but I was so out of it, I had trouble comprehending that it was finally over.
He weighed 7 pounds 13 ounces and 20.25 inches long and perfectly healthy. We are loving our new lives as parents and enjoy spending every second with our Little Sweet Pea. We are so blessed to have such a healthy baby boy.