My birth story: The day before…
My birth story starts the day before I gave birth to my son. It was like most other days in the last week or so of my pregnancy. What I mean by that is I woke up, left hip hurting, still feeling stretched to my limit, and very uncomfortable. Of course I loved certain aspects of being pregnant like feeling my baby move and grow inside of me, but the last month is usually the hardest.
I checked my phone to see if I missed a call or message from Jason (hubby). He was in AIT at the time over a thousand miles away! I was still pretty upset that he wouldn’t make it back in time for the birth of our son, but my mom was staying with me for a while so that made me feel a little better.
At this point I was more than ready to have my baby and hold him in my arms.
My mom, my daughter, and I went on one of our daily walks at the school track. It was right across the street from my house. I was on a mission. A mission to walk as far as my swollen legs would take me so I could go into labor naturally. My due date was 9/11/17 and I really wanted my baby to be born either before or after 9/11. I know, there’s been so many babies born on 9/11 since that tragic day. I just didn’t want that stigma to follow him year after year.
Needless to say, all of my walking had no impact on me giving birth just a tad bit earlier like I wanted.
My birth story: The day of…
I went to bed around 9:00 pm and work up exactly at midnight to go pee. I took care of business but as soon as I stood up I felt a trickle down my leg. My first thought was am I peeing on myself? I quickly realized it was blood, actual red blood, not the pink-tinged liquid you read about. Now, even though this was my second time going into labor I was kinda terrified if I’m being completely honest, not because I was about to give birth but because anytime you see blood while you’re pregnant it’s scary.
My water continued to break as I woke my mom and my daughter up. We grabbed my hospital bag and headed out the door.
I drove myself to the hospital while I was in labor!
I know you’re probably thinking why in hell would you drive yourself to the hospital, especially when your mom is right there with you?? I’d be asking the same question If I were you. But the truth is…
1. My mom isn’t much of a driver, she never has been. Even though she knows how to drive it makes her nervous and her night vision isn’t the best.
2. The hospital was only about 5 minutes away and I wasn’t in any pain so I decided to make the trip easier for everyone.
Once we arrived they checked me into the observation room to make sure I was in active labor. Right after I laid on the hospital bed the pain hit me and ohhhh is that pain a bitch! I made sure to tell my nurse about the blood, she said it was fine and that happens sometimes. That made me feel so much better. By this point, I knew my baby wasn’t in any kind of trouble which really put my mind at ease, but my contractions were getting stronger and stronger.
I know that each time you give birth it’s a different experience but I couldn’t remember experiencing that much pain so early with my daughter. They checked me in into my room and asked me if I wanted an epidural. I was a little surprised that they offered it to me so early but I quickly accepted.
Let’s talk a little more about the epidural before I continue with the rest of my birth story…
Two people came into my room to administer the epidural which was fine. I was in a teaching hospital and I had no problem with that. The problem was I didn’t realize the student had NEVER done this before, at least that’s what it felt like. I was poked so many times in my back it was starting to piss me off. I don’t know much about how contractions affect most women when they are in labor but it’s really hard for me to be completely still while hunched over and experiencing random bouts of excruciating pain. This went on for a while before the anesthesiologist took over and did it himself.
I was so relieved! Even though that whole ordeal really upset me I couldn’t be mad at anyone once that epidural kicked in. I was just happy to be pain-free and excited about meeting my baby boy.
My birth story: I was terrified…
Soon after getting my epidural, I dozed off peacefully, for how long I’m not sure. I just remember waking up to what seemed like the whole floor of doctors and nurses in my room. Most of them were watching the monitor while a couple of nurses were rolling me on my side, propping my legs up and putting an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth.
Naturally, I was beyond freaked out but for some reason, I didn’t ask what was going on.
I don’t know if it was because I was in shock, or if I just wanted them to focus on what was important without any distractions. I remember looking up at my nurse she, like everyone else in the room kept watching the monitor with a look of worry on her face. You could feel the tension in the room!
After a minute or so she looked at me and calmly told me that the baby was showing signs of distress. His heart rate kept decreasing and they were all in there just in case they had to intervene. Luckily the change of my position got his heart rate to go back to normal. After hearing that I was in tears, even though things went back to normal I was overwhelmed with emotions. No mother wants their baby to be stressed, it broke my heart to know he wasn’t responding well to labor.
After that my labor progressed normally.
I was fully dilated and ready to push when I tried to video chat Jason. If he couldn’t physically be there with me I at least wanted him on the phone. In the process of calling, one of the nurses told me that no type of recording or video chats were allowed! That was one of the craziest things I ever heard.
I had to explain that my husband is a soldier and the only way he can be present for the birth of our son is through video chat so they decided to make an exception. An exception that didn’t really matter, it was some kind of crazy storm where he was so the reception was AWFUL! I don’t think my husband witnessed anything but choppy pictures here and there. But hey, it was better than nothing!
My birth story: Finally…
After 13 hours of labor I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy on September 11, 2017, at 1:02 pm. He was 6lbs 15ozs 19 1/2 inches. My little prince was perfect!
What’s your labor and delivery story? Did you have any crazy experiences? Let me know in the comments below. I can’t wait to hear your stories!