I figured, since I’m (unbelievably!) all done with bumpdate posts as of last week, I’d use today to share how our sweet RC made his way into the world!
I have to say, it went much like Mr. G’s in the way that it was, for the most part, uneventful. I mean, other than the huge event of just having a baby, it went as routinely as it could have. But the day leading up to delivery was pretty fun so here we go!
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
This morning was completely normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. I hadn’t slept much the night before and I wasn’t really sleeping much at all period due to the massive discomfit of being 38.5 weeks pregnant. I got up as usual to get Mr. G some milk and get him and his bag ready for school. Hubby had decided he was going to drop of Mr. G with me that morning so he got ready for work so he could head that way right after dropping me back home.
I began making breakfast for everyone, nothing crazy, but as I was moving around the kitchen, I just didn’t feel well. My contractions weren’t consistent but they were a little uncomfortable and I just chalked them up to Braxton Hicks and the fact that I had worked a little harder the night before in my classes. My feet were a bit swollen and my back was killing me, but neither seemed like anything new. Hubby wasn’t convinced though and wanted me to call my doctor. I told him no and that if it got worse, I would call on the way back from carline. Plus, I had my weekly OB appointment that morning anyway so I’d probably wait until then. By the time we got home, I felt a lot better and went on my way to my appointment.
Time for my appointment! They called my name and as soon as I walked though the door from the waiting room, I started having one of those little contractions. I gave a little pause and kept going. I told my doctor about how I had been feeling that morning and she said she’d take a look and see if I was progressing. Sure enough, I was. I was 3 cm dilated. I was a bit shocked, I still had 10 days until my due date, surely I wasn’t going into labor now. My doctor told me that if I was 39 weeks along, they would have sent me across the street (the office is right across from the hospital, super convenient!). But I was only 38 weeks and 4 days so she told me to monitor my contractions from then on, call them if anything changed, and that we’d probably have a baby by the end of the week. Woo hoo! Just hearing that made me excited but little did I know…
I went to check out, made my appointment for the next week, and headed on my way.
I made my calls and texts to update my husband and mom, and of course my dad who was on stand by to drive me to the hospital in case I went into labor in the middle of the day. While on the phone with hubby, I had another contraction. Hubby decided he’d call his dad to make sure that someone as available to pick of Mr. G from school if I happened to be in labor. I made note of the contraction, 8 minutes, and kept driving to my next destination. Starbucks! I got my favorite iced coffee and sat outside in the lovely, slowly cooling off weather. I started to text my boss just to let her know what was going on and then hubby calls again.
He was not happy that I wasn’t near the hospital anymore. I was only a mile away! Seriously…maybe 2 miles tops. But I assured him that if I had a couple more contractions at the same interval, I would call the office and see what they said. Well, sure enough I had two more, eight minute apart contractions. True to my word, I called and they suggested I go walk and call back if they became 5-6 minutes apart. So I drove the mile or so back towards the hospital and pulled into a shopping center parking lot. If was going to be walking and contracting, may as well be shopping too! I began my walking in one store and made sure to make all my phone call and text updates. Another contraction, another time check, 8 minutes. Still consistant but maybe they wouldn’t get any closer together. Honestly, I was feeling like maybe they would go away, there’s no way I could be in labor 10 days early. No way! Plus, I still have two more days of work and I wanted to finish out that time.
Another contraction…and this one felt really strong. And didn’t I just have one?! Time check, 6 minutes. What?! Maybe this was going to happen today. I kept walking, even made it to another store, and more came 5 and 6 mintues apart. Well I’ll be…this baby was coming today!
I called my OB office again and they said to head on to the hospital, good thing it was literally around the corner. I couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that I was driving myself to the ER, that I was so calm, and that my biggest concern at that moment was that I wasn’t going to get to finish my coffee. I guess being my second time around had something to do with all of that.
I walk into the ER and I think the people there looked at me sand assumed I was there to find someone. Since I’m so short, the counter hid most of me until I walked up to it and they caught sight of my giant belly.
I think I said something to the effect of, “I was told to come on in.” and they sent me off to have all the insurance/ID business stuff done. One wheelchair ride to the second floor, a nurse, gown and vitals taken, and I was all checked in to pop this baby out!
It didn’t take my mom and husband long to get to the hospital. Even with my husband working about 40 minutes away, he still made it there in record time. My mom was at school, basically down the street from the hospital so, no worries, I wasn’t alone for long. Now it was time for all the paper work. As I’m filling in all the little lines and what not, the contractions were getting stronger. I had not felt the majority of my contractions with Mr. G because I got my epidural so quickly. This time I wanted, for some reason, to wait a little longer but I had made sure to let my nurse know that I did want one eventually. I had no plan to do this to the end!
These contractions , however, were getting to be the kind that you seriously need to breathe through. So here I am trying to breathe through the pain and fill out forms and my husband is standing watching the monitor, telling me I’m having a contraction. I love my husband dearly but seriously!? I know it was because it was facinating to watch but still…
Once the paperwork was filled out and some blood work done, I as finally able to get my epidural.
1:00 PM (ish?)
I’m not really sure what time I eventually got the epidural, I just know I was so happy to see the man with the giant cart come in! So as he starts the process, my husband and nurse stand in front of me and I hunch over for the needle and catheter. He then tells me to let him know if I experience any ringing in my ears or anything out of the ordinary. Then, very suddenly, the sound room got muffled. I voiced this new change and then began to panic. Completely uncontrollable panic came over me and I looked over at my monitor. Big mistake. I watched my heart rate begin to rise rapidly and then I started to panic on purpose! Turns out, this is what happens when they miss your spine and hit your blood stream instead. I’m freaking out, hyperventilating, and crying in panic and my wonderful husband was standing right there telling me that it was ok and that I needed to take deep breaths. It helped that he wasn’t panicking too and I think that helped me to calm down more.
Luckily, it only took one more try, the meds started going, and I was able to lie back down and chill for a minute. But really only a minute.
About 15 minutes later, I started to feel very nauseous. I told my husband and he walked over to look at my monitor. He didn’t say anything but started looking for something for me to puke in and told me that I should buzz the nurse. I tried and missed, I really wasn’t feeling so hot. Hubby pushed it for me and the nurse came on the little speaker, “How can we help you?” In the most pathetic muffled mumble I managed to say,”I don’t feel good.” Immediately my nurse was in there placing an oxygen mask on my face. I was a little confused and pretty concerned at this point. I had gotten sick during my delivery with Mr. G but I just threw up and was better. Why the oxygen? I’d never had to have that before in my life. After things started to calm down, my nurse told me that my blood pressure had been so low and that can happen with the medication. My husband also told me that when he had looked at my monitor, he saw how low it was and knew it wasn’t a good thing. It had gotten down to 80/40 something. Dang…
But now is the point where things start to get exponentially less hectic and the waiting game began. Over then next few hours we just sort of sat there waiting for me to dilate. It seemed to take forever, much like with my first labor and they began to start mentioning pitocin. I had had it with Mr. G and it almost seemed to prolong the labor, but if that’s what needed to be done, then that’s what they would do.
Around this time I had been stuck at a 5 cm for awhile. Half way but still not that far. The nurse came in to check me before they decided to give me pitocin and I was 7cm. Huh…maybe no pitocin. I had started progressing again.
By now, I had been feeling my contractions in one half of my body at a time. They were having me roll from right to left periodically and that would cause the epidural medication to drain down into one side, leaving the other free to feel EVERYTHING. I was also feeling the pressure of the contractions when I wasn’t on my side which I don’t remember with the first time. But since I was, I happened to notice that the pressure, and some of the pain, was headed a little south of where it was before.
I told my nurse, someone new by now, and she went ahead and gave me a check. 9.5 cm! Well, that went fast! They called my doctor and everything started to take a faster pace. We were getting ready to have this baby. We said goodbye to anyone that was in the room that wasn’t going to be there for the delivery and the nurses began the final preps. The big difference this time around as that it wasn’t just me and hubby in the delivery room this time. My mom was joining the party!
It was time to push! Last time around I got Mr. G out in 45 minutes. I was pretty proud of that time because they say the average is 2 hours for a first time. I was determined to do it in even less this go round. I asked for the mirror because it not only helped me visualize where to push last time, but because I throughly enjoyed seeing my baby come into this world. For me, it becomes less about the “grossness” of where it is and what’s actually happening, and all about this beautiful and amazing miracle.
Hubby was up by my head, holding my right leg, and my nurse was holding the other. My mom? Down by my doctor, hands over her mouth and eyes wide as they could be. It was pretty funny! There were actually a couple funny moments that even a woman pushing a baby out of her could appreciate. At one point, I was pushing, my doctor counting and then all of a sudden everyone around me starts chatting it up. While still straining, I mange to blurt out, “Can I stop pushing now?!” “Oh yeah sorry!”
Another fun moment was everyone marveling at the full head of hair my son had while he was still inside! Can we say awkward? My OB even made a mohawk with RC’s hair in between pushes.
Anyway, 20 minutes later…
9:16 PM (yes…one minute from being born on 9/15 at 9:15)
A final push and out he came! Our sweet little Roman came into this world and was placed on my chest. Everything I had worried about having a second child melted away and love took over. I sobbed happy sobs and stared at this beautiful boy that was mine. I didn’t even mind that, in all his newborn flailing about, he manage to stick his hand in my mouth. Weird and gross? Yes. Still one of the most precious moments of my life? Absolutely!
They took him over to the warming bassinet and hubby followed. I got to have a wonderful moment with my mom and I told her how glad I was that she was there to experience this with me, with us.
It was very surreal as I sat there remembering my first time and now here I was doing it all again. God had blessed me with two amazing little boys. It all felt the same and new all at once. My husband came back over to me and we just looked at each other. Roman as actually here. We now had two children. TWO!
Being a mother is what I always felt I was meant to do. My calling from God. And now my heart has grown even more to make room for this new little life. I am blessed each day by these sweet, beautiful boys and I love them more and more each day.
Have a memorable moment from your labor and delivery? I’d love to hear about it! Share with me your experiences in the comment below!