The moment I met her. This was literally the moment that I knew she had been born. I was so lost in the pain of delivering that I didn’t realize she was here until they laid her on my skin. This was the hardest, happiest, moment of my entire life and I am so grateful that Mr. V. was able to capture a few shots of her birth on the camera. ♥
My labor began on Friday October 12, 2012. I began having contractions that day (I had also lost my mucus plug) and I was sure that my water would break that day & that night I would be able to have my sweet baby girl in my arms. Little did I know, I wouldn’t be able to meet her for a few more days. Friday turned in to Saturday, which turned in to Sunday. Sunday came & went. Then, Monday morning, with mild contractions, I began watching “A Baby Story” on TLC. It was an episode of this woman who was having an extremely awful labor in terms of pain & she was screaming and yelling so much that it really scared me. I posted on Facebook about how scary it was and how I didn’t want my labor to be like that. Everyone responded to my Facebook post by saying stuff like “You probably shouldn’t watch stuff like that!” ect… I ended up getting up after the episode was over and felt a need to go to the bathroom.
9:40 am, Monday October 15, 2012 – I went to the bathroom and I pee’d and I felt like I pee’d a little longer than I anticipated. I noticed that when I tried to clinch my muscles to stop the flow of urine, it didn’t stop. I didn’t really think much of it at the moment. Then, something in me told me that I needed to take a shower. I stripped my clothes off and I just stood in the shower. I felt like I needed to kind of spread my legs, then – WOOSH! My water broke. It’s so strange how my body instinctively knew that I needed to be over a toilet/bathtub at that moment. I remember I felt a little strange at first after seeing and feeling all of the water pouring out of me and I noticed mucus in the bottom of the tub that had fallen out as well. I then called out to Mr. V. who was in the bedroom in bed, “Are you awake?” He responded with yes and asked me what was wrong, and I told him that my water had broke. He got out of the bed and came and joined me in the bathroom. He asked me if I was sure and if it had gushed out. I told him I was definitely sure, but my water kept pouring out and I told him it never really gushed, just poured out. We decided that we weren’t going to get too excited and that we would take our time and make sure we had everything we needed in place before we headed to the hospital.
I called the midwife’s office and asked when I should head in, they said that since my water had broke, they would want me to come in then. I continued to sit on the toilet off and on the rest of the time I was at home. I got into the shower to shower off the water that had come out of me and I called my mom and told her my water had broke. She was surprised how calm I was and of course she was really excited. I then put on some pants and a tank top and Mr. V. began packing up the car with everything we had packed for our hospital stay. My water broke some more in the kitchen and the contractions really picked up at that point. I really felt like it was time to at least get to the hospital for my comfort if anything. When I got out to the car, it was really cute because Mr. V. had turned the car around so that it was facing out of the drive way, so that we just had to pull out instead of back out of the drive way. We had an easy ride to the hospital. We parked in the parking garage near the Birth Center and we walked in. A couple that was walking in from the garage at the same time as us knew that I was in labor and the woman said “Hey, I know what you’re going through, I was just there last week. Good luck, you’ll do fine!” Her husband got the door from the elevator to the sky walk for Mr. V. and I and I said thank you and we headed on our way.
We checked in to the Labor and Delivery area and we had to wait for a few minutes in the waiting room until a triage nurse called us back. While we were checking in, my midwife was there and she was surprised to see us. I told her that my water had broke and she said that she would keep her ears open and that she was on call for the night ahead as well so we were pretty happy to find out that she should be there for the birth. We were called in to the triage area by a triage nurse and she checked me to see if I was dilated – I was only at about a 2. She took a sample of my fluid (by scraping a glass slide against my va-j-j…ouch!) and the fluid was positive for amniotic fluid. After about 40 minutes I was able to get moved in to our birthing suite. As soon as we were moved in there, I stated that I had to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom again and as soon as I was done, I stripped off everything, climbed in the jacuzzi and let the hot water begin to treat my contractions. The nurse came in and exclaimed that I wasn’t supposed to be in the bath yet because she still needed to put in my IV. The look on my face must have been priceless because she just turned and said, ok nevermind, let me get the stuff and I’ll put the IV in while you’re in the tub. Ok! My contractions were about 2 minutes apart at this point. The water felt great and really did help me manage them. After about a 1/2 hour, I decided to get out of the tub.
I laid in the bed and my contractions felt so much worse. There was not much sleeping, a lot of breathing, and a lot of trying to relax. Sometimes I would lay down and try to stay still, but when your body’s working and shifting and contracting that hard, laying still seems like the worst kind of torture. It felt good to move my hips, rocking them while I had contractions. More than a few times, if I had a minute alone in the room I would cry tell myself that I could not do it anymore. That I was so tired. That I would give anything just to get this baby the heck out of me. That I was sure I was going to die by contractions.
My mom came up to the room I’m guessing around 3:00 or so. Thank you mama. I love you. I know it wasn’t easy seeing me writhe in pain like I was.
The nurse checked me again around 4:00pm and I was 4 cm dilated and 90% effaced. Mr. V. turned on the birthing play list that I had made and I tried like hell to get through the contractions without any pain medication, but they weren’t letting up. I was getting no break in between them. I asked for the epidural. Before asking for it, I realized that I was all consumed. The contractions were so fierce, so painful, I couldn’t get myself to relax in between them. I was not ready for the pain that I felt.
No one ever tells you that actually getting the epidural might be worse than just enduring the rest of labor. I don’t know which was worse. I’ll say right now though that AFTER the epidural, I felt like a million bucks. SO I’m glad that I got it. The anesthesiologist came in and essentially said to me “Here, now bend your hugely pregnant body waaaaay over, further, a little more, waaaay more. Now stay still while I stab this giant needle in between your spinal cords. Nope, stay still. Ok, lets start over. 4 TIMES.” Finally, after so many failed attempts, the guys supervisor stepped in and gave me the epidural and she was successful. Within a few minutes, I felt awesome. Why on earth did I think I wanted to deliver naturally? The epidural was so awesome! (more on this, later).
My mom and my cousin (we will call her T.) were there for the evening. T. had to leave to go back to her home around 8:00 pm and my mom left around 9:00 pm or so. I ended up getting really sick and throwing up. I decided at that point that I would not have any more juice or popcicles because they really did not taste/feel good coming out. We slept off and on until around 1:00 am.
1:00 am, Tuesday, October 16, 2012 – Regardless of the nurses turning me from side to side every 1/2 hour, I was in a lot of pain. Over the next hour or so, the pain was soaring and the epidural was not helping. The babies heart rate was also slightly concerning to the Dr, so I was put on oxygen. I ended up needing another epidural because mine had wore off. The nurses checked to see if I was ready to push and I can’t remember at that point how dilated/effaced I was, but the first nurse felt that I was pretty much all dilated except for a spot at the top of my cervix and she felt like it might be too tight for the baby to be able to fit through. Because of her concern, she called in another nurse to check and get her oppinion. That nurse agreed and they decided to have a Dr. come in and get his opinion. He decided that I should be put on petocin to increase the speed of my delivery and he said that it would help finalize the thinning of my cervix and that it should not be too tight of a fit to deliver the baby naturally. He did confirm that the baby was “sunny side up”, with her face towards my belly, and that her shoulders may be a very very tight fit. He said that I should rest because he will want me to start pushing around 5 or 6 in the morning.
6:00 am, Tuesday, October 16, 2012. – It’s go time. I was at a 10 and ready to push. Pushing wasn’t so bad at first. I could feel my body pushing the baby down. I wasn’t in pain, I could just feel the pressure of the changes in my body. At first, I had the energy and state of mind to push when I felt a contraction coming and things were moving fairly smoothly. I had this nurse that we helping me push until 7:00 am. I wanted to deliver with her because she was so great. However, after an hour of pushing, I wasn’t able to get the baby to crown before she was done with her shift. After that first hour, I was pretty tired and I was also starting to feel a lot of pain. Because I didn’t keep pushing the epidural button while I was sleeping, the pain was able to get a little ahead of me and I wasn’t able to catch up with it.
I pushed for three hours. It was exhausting. But, she started to crown. Suddenly I had all the energy in the world. She was so close and I wanted to meet her NOW. When I could feel my skin ripping, I knew she was close to joining us and it gave me a renewed sense of power. I pushed with everything I had. It took three of those pushes and… there she was. Sweet Baby A. I didn’t realize that she was completely born at that point because I was so lost in the pain. They laid her on my tummy right away and that was when I knew she was here. I could feel her wet wiggly body and I cried. I just cried. I loved her the moment I heard her tiny little wimper. I couldn’t see her face even because of the way she was facing. She was facing toward the midwife and she had a hat on her head and a blanket on her. Mr. V. was saying “isn’t she beautiful?” and I told the room I couldn’t see her face. At that time they turned her around toward me so that I could see her.
Mr. V. and I just cried and embraced her. The love you feel the moment you see your babies face for the first time, that moment, it’s pure bliss. I didn’t want to let her go. The nurses did need to weigh her and do all of that stuff. So Mr. V. went out and got my mom to come meet her. The midwives sewed me up and I delivered the placenta. After everything was done in the birthing suite, we went out and rang the bells that chime through out the hospital when a new baby is born. We were then wheeled over to our recovery suite. That day we were visited by my parents, and my cousin and her bestfriend along with her baby.
We were released from the hospital on Thursday around 1:00 pm.
All in all, my birth plan didn’t play out, but ya know what? It ended up being perfect in it’s own way. I was blessed with a beautiful baby girl who I love more than anything. She is happy, healthy and I wouldn’t change a minute of anything that we went through to meet eachother. I love her more than I thought I could love anything/anyone. I hope you enjoyed my birth story.
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