Now let me start this off by saying that birthing a baby is no joke. Anything and everything that comes with it is unexpected. There is no guarantee how things will go. You think you’re going to have a medicated birth, WRONG. YOU’RE NOT. You think you’re going to have a natural birth, WRONG. YOU’RE NOT! You think you’re just going with the flow of giving birth vaginally, WRONG. YOU’RE NOT.
With that being said, now I’d like to introduce you to our little
It happened fairly fast, kind of like I was anticipating. Wednesday night, August 30th, I was kind of having pressure and told Ethan to rest up because I have a feeling we’re having this baby tomorrow.
Of course, I was right haha, but I woke up around 3:30 am to use the bathroom. I was sleeping in bed with Kellan and went back to his room to go to sleep. And I was laying there for about 5-7 minutes and I had “THE” contraction. You know, the start of your labor contraction. The “Holy shit, is this what it’s going to feel like the whole time” contraction. I jumped/walked slowly (Because I mean come on, I was nine month pregnant so it felt like a huge jump to me) came back to our room where Ethan was sleeping, sat on my yoga ball, and started timing my contractions. They were about 5 minutes apart starting out, so I thought this was going to be a really fast like last time when I had Knox. I started to get my stuff together, brush my hair, brush my teeth, text family and let them know that was going on, and get someone lined up to watch the boys. I woke Ethan up after I got my hair braided and teeth brushed. He hoped in the shower and I decided I was going to labor in the bath tub for a little bit, like I did with Knox. Laboring at home where you’re comfortable and especially for me, in warm water, helps relax my body more and helps get a little further along. If you had a chance to read my 38 Week Bump Update, you probably remember that I said that I was still only 3cm dilated and 60% effaced. Which at that point I was really hoping to be a 4 or 5. So, I really wanted to labor at home incase nothing had changed.
6:30AM rolled around and I was still having contractions 5 minutes apart but I started to feel some bad pressure so I told Ethan lets go just in case it’s something and I didn’t want to get to a point of no return. We got our stuff and got in the car. Drove about 15 minutes to the hospital and pulled into the ER. Since the hospital isn’t open yet we have to enter through there and they take you up to Labor and Delivery. I got wheeled up. They set me up in my room and I was surprisingly very calm. Like all of the nurses that came in where telling me how proud they were because I was so calm and handling my contractions like a champ. They asked me all of the personal information questions and a nurse came in to check me and said I was already a 7 and asked if I wanted any pain meds. I figured, since I was so far along, I was going to have an epidural free birth again this time around. They started getting everything ready to go so I when it was time we could just go. About 30ish minutes later I told her I was feeling some pressure and if she could check me again. She checked me and said I was a 9 and that they were going to have the doctor come in and break my water because as soon as that happens it will be go time!
Well, it didn’t end up being go time for us just yet..
My doctor broke my water and checked me again to see if his head was there and to check my dilation. He asked the nurse if she felt his head, the nurse replied with a no and he agreed he didn’t either. He called for another nurse to bring an ultra sound machine in and as soon as it got fired up everyone saw that there was no head in position. His head was under my right rib and his feet were down in my pelvis. Everyone then started getting everything prepped immediately to preform a C SECTION.
Yes, a cesarean section. I instantly started crying and couldn’t stop. Not because I think there is anything wrong with a woman getting one but because I didn’t want one. I have had two vaginal births with no complications, never in my life would I have thought I would be getting one.
I could tell the energy in the room changed and everyone was feeling sorry for me now because I was so devastated. I don’t think I stopped crying until they started to cut me open. People don’t realize but c sections are serious medical procedures. The nurses were amazing and so reassuring to me. Being wheeled into the operating room, getting a spinal tap, being strapped down on the bed with a huge curtain covering me was almost a blur. A blur I didn’t want to remember but something I knew I’d never forget. Ethan finally came in the room after they already cut me open and he was standing up watching over the curtain the whole time. I just remember asking him,
“Is it disgusting?”
“Can you see my guts?” (Valid question, right?)
“Can you even see the baby?”
“Is there blood everywhere?”
Ethan was a little distracted to really answer all of my questions but the main one was if the baby was ok and if you can see him. Well this little guy entered the world feet first with his head stuck under my ribcage. I just remember it felt like a grown man was sitting on my chest pushing over and over knocking the wind out of me every single time. In reality they were just pushing on my chest..HARD..trying to get his head out and he finally entered the world at 9:03 AM. They took him over to the table and I saw Ethan got to cut the umbilical cord. He wasn’t crying or really making noises yet so, I asked Ethan if he was ok, our nurse reassured me said he’s doing good. I finally heard him making some noise and the doctors were stitching me back up. They brought him over to me so I could see him before they took him to another room. I was happy but sad at the same time because one of my favorite moments after having a baby is the skin to skin bonding time you have right after giving birth and I never got that this time around. I just watched him from a far while Ethan was with him. After I was stapled and stitched, they cleaned me up and wheeled me into the room with them and I finally got to really hold him and kiss on him.
I couldn’t believe how much hair he has! He is our biggest baby weighing in at 6 lbs and 10 oz. And is a whopping 20 inches long. The first thing everyone noticed is he has big dimples and he is the absolute cutest thing ever. I don’t think our family could be anymore in love. I wouldn’t say we fight over him but we all definitely want our bonding time to hold and kiss him. That newborn aroma is so intoxicating!!! We are all settling in and I slowly, and I mean very slowly, recovering for this birth. This has been way harder then the other boys but we will manage. Thank you EVERYONE for all of the well wishes, the sweet messages, congratulations, and stopping by to see us. We are so grateful and lucky to have so many people in our lives that care.