I am absolutely still in a bit of shock that baby Christopher has arrived and that I have two freaking kids. While I sit here and think about that, half-naked and covered in breast milk, here is Christopher’s birth story!
Friday, March 11
My due date. I went to the doctor in the morning and after an internal exam (the first since 37 weeks) was told the baby was still rather high and I was not dilated at all. All of the Braxton Hicks contractions I was getting seemed to have disappeared. I went on the monitor for a non-stress test (the baby’s heart rate is monitored to see how it responds to the baby’s movements) and everything looked good. The doctor ordered ANOTHER growth scan and a biophysical profile (measures breathing, heart rate, movement, amniotic fluid levels etc) for the following Monday. I did not want to go back to the imaging center so I hoped the baby would come over the weekend 🙂 I spent the rest of the day working.
Saturday March 12
I had two things that were essential to do before baby: Underarm wax and gel manicure. After I got them both done we took Jennie to the park, cheered for Steph during a 5k and went out to lunch. Nothing else to report here. No action in the baby department.
Sunday, March 13
I woke up and a few hours later I started to feel light contractions! I mentioned it to Fizz and my mom and sisters (and texted Stephanie galore, “DO YOU THINK THIS IS IT?”). I began to monitor the contractions and went about my day (luckily it was Sunday so my morning consisted of lounging and watching Bubble Guppies with Jennie). From 9-10 AM the contractions were consistently about 10 minutes apart, 15-30 seconds long. From 10 AM-12 PM the contractions were about 5 minutes apart, 45-60 seconds long. It had been 3 hours of contractions so I called the OB and was connected to the doctor on call. Because it was my second baby, she told me to get things in order and come in when I was ready (but advised not to take too long). I called my mom to come over (she lives a little over an hour away), took a shower, ate lunch and put mascara on (so important). My mom arrived and the contractions pretty much stopped. I then became extremely hesitant to go to the hospital. I did not want to go and be sent home. My mom, Steph, sisters and Fizz basically forced me to go.
We got in the car and they picked up again. We got the hospital (8 min drive, woohoo) and checked in around 1:30 PM. I was put in a L&D room right away. I changed into a gown, answer a million questions, was checked by the resident (I was 4 cm dilated and was told I could stay, phew) and requested an epidural.
I was told the anesthesiologist would be there around 2:30 (after a c-section) but 2:30 came and went and no sign of the doctor. Over the next couple of hours, the contractions got really intense and I got really scared that the baby was coming with no pain relief. I cried and was nauseous (similar to Jennie’s labor).
Around 4:30 PM, I got finally got the epidural. Except it didn’t work. I felt all of the contractions and developed a lower back pain (toward the side) that felt like I was SHOT. I was hysterical. So the doctor gave me 3 extra doses of medication. After that, I couldn’t feel a damn thing. OR ANY OF MY BODY PARTS. I was numb from the neck down. I was an actual corpse. My arms were extremely heavy (luckily my hands felt ok so I could text, LOLZ).
Around 5 PM, the resident came in to break my water. Before, I measured 5 cm. Minutes after, I was 10 cm. Then came a rush of doctors and nurses moving my body around in so many positions. I had no idea what was going on. I was trying to keep my composure. I knew if I asked or reacted, I would absolutely lose it. I was just waiting for them to tell me I needed a c-section. I was really really scared. My nurse was amazing, she kept telling me everything was ok and then explained what was going on. When they broke my water, the baby had pooped and his heart rate dropped. They put a monitor on the baby’s head and I had oxygen as well. The baby’s heart rate stabilized and they explained the NICU doctors would be in the delivery room when it was time due to the meconium.
Just 30 or so minutes later, the doctor came in and transformed the bed to get ready for delivery. I had no fucking clue how I would push a baby out when I couldn’t feel my legs (not even a little bit). I was really nervous. The doctor told me she could see the head and it wouldn’t take much effort to get the baby out (and confirmed to me that my baby was definitely not as big as Jennie, which gave me a ton of confidence that I could get him out).
She was absolutely correct and Christopher was born after < 5 minutes of pushing (March 13, 2016, 6:05 PM, 8 lb 8 oz, 20.5 inches long)!
He came out with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck twice (which was terrifying and most likely the cause of the low heart rate earlier). The doctor obviously had to cut the cord immediately and then he was given to the neonatal doctors to ensure he didn’t ingest any of the meconium. He didn’t, yay, so I got skin to skin with him less than 10 minutes after he was born. I am grateful that nothing serious happened and he was born without any lasting complications.
The plus side of being so numb, I didn’t feel any of the stitches. I tore again in the back (no surprise there) but this time I also had some tearing in the front too (since he basically cannonballed out of me). AWFUL. Recovery is still rough (we are on day 10 right now) but as always, it was completely worth it! I was strangely worried about having a son (and even wished he was another girl, worlds worst mom) but now I am OBSESSED. Boy moms, I totally get it now, I love my little family <3