I love sharing my birth stories for my children! As my due date for Maddie approaches, I find myself thinking more about the births of my sons. So I thought I would share their stories in the weeks leading up to my next baby's arrival.
With Drake, it started with an induction at 40+ weeks. His heart rate kept fluctuating, so we decided it was time to force him out of his comfortable nest. I was in the hospital two nights as they used different methods to get things moving. First they dried Cervidil, which did nothing for a whole night, and then they tried Cytotec. I didn’t like the idea of using Cytotec, but it did get me a handful of contractions that second night.
By 9am the next morning, I hadn’t made much progress. I was only 1 cm dilated when they broke my water and started me on Pitocin. My doctor said if this didn’t work, they’d have to do a c-section, and I lost my mind with anxiety. I cried, and I was scared. My doctor said I was being difficult, and I almost ripped his eyes out. Luckily, the nurses and residents who helped me through this tough moment were amazing. (That doctor is the reason I changed hospitals for Devin’s birth.)
My contractions were immediately painful. Only an hour into this stage of the induction, I started requesting pain medication. Anything. The nurses checked my contraction monitor, and they kept insisting that the contractions were not that strong, which made me feel like a big wimp.
Around noon, I got them to give me the good stuff! I didn’t get an epidural, but they slipped something nice in my IV, and I became relaxed. I almost fell asleep even though I could still feel the contractions.
It must have been about 2pm, when the nurse decided she should check my cervix as I was having serious pain. After a moment, she said she’d be right back, and scurried out of the room. This is never a good sign. I didn’t think much about it at the time because I was… well, preoccupied. She brought in the resident on shift, a young woman who I’d grown to trust in my stay at the hospital. She checked me and informed me that I was fullt dilated. It shocked everyone. I don’t think anyone expected it to happen that quickly.
I was so uncomfortable, and I kept getting up and sitting on the toilet because it was the most comfortable place to sit while feeling the need to push, and I was feeling the need! I wasn’t actively pushing as I didn’t want to have my baby in the toilet, but everyone was in a mad dash to prepare for my baby to come. They brought in an instrument table and called in the doctors.
It seemed like forever before they were ready for me, but, just in time, they made me get off the toilet and onto the bed. I pushed two times, and Drake quite literally shot out into the arms of the resident waiting there. They lay Drake on my chest and the doctor hurried in (late to the party!) to handle my stitches. He was born at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. I’d been in labor a whole 6 hours.
Drake didn’t cry much. He looked around at the world with wide blue eyes full of wonder. He had a head full of dark hair, and that pink newborn skin. He was perfect.
I remember saying how tiny he seemed, and the meeting nothing but silence from the room. After quality snuggle time with me, they measured and weighed him and checked him out. Everything came back great, but I soon realized why no one agreed with my comment about his size. He weighed in at 9 pounds and 10 ounces, and we’d had no idea!
There’s nothing like that first night with your new baby. Your brain is telling you to sleep, but you can’t stop looking at him. You worry, you love, you hold him tight. It is a special time, and one of those memories that sees you through the hard times.
Welcome to the family!
We are a laid back, fun, family of four living on a dime in 900 square feet. Life might not be perfect, but every moment of every day, it is beautiful.