What a blog update?! I have missed blogging so I figured it was time to get back on the ol’ blogging horse in 2013. I went back and forth if I wanted to type out Dayton’s birth story, but since I also use this blog to remember stuff, I figured I better write it down before I forget. That said, if you don’t want to read about Baby P’s entrance into the world — skip this blog post today. :-)
It was a dark and stormy night….no really, it was. But before we get to that part of the story, we have to back up to Friday, November 2nd. We had our last OB appointment. I was at 4 cm’s already and my doctor was positive I’d be going into labor over the weekend. She stripped my membranes and sent me on my way. Steve went back to work and I was having contractions so I headed home. Things seemed to be moving along and I was excited. Steve got home and we decided to go to the mall and walk to try to get things moving. I really wanted to Build-A-Bear with Steve for our baby boy and since I was having contractions, it was going to be too late pretty soon.
We stuffed our little bear, picked out some clothes for him and then filled out his birth certificate. We had 3 potential names for Dayton…Dayton was our top choice, 2nd choice is still a secret and then the 3rd choice name was Emmett. After some deep conversation in Build-A-Bear, we decided Emmett didn’t flow with our last name, so we named the bear Emmett instead.
Emmett waiting in Dayton’s crib.
I did not give birth in Build-A-Bear so we kept walking. Obviously, Dairy Queen caught my eye.
Seriously, I still cannot believe how giant my stomach got. Delicious nummy blizzard, but alas, I also did not give birth to Dayton in the food court.
We decided to head home. To pass the time, I showered and decided to do my hair.
Fast forward several hours, I was still having contractions. It was late, so we got all bundled up to do more walking around the neighborhood. The dogs were confused, what were we doing walking at 2 am?? I was also confused…why are the teenagers of the neighborhood driving around at 2 am?? Does no one have curfew anymore?
And then around 3 a.m….it happened. My water broke you ask yourself? false. Contractions just stopped. They were at 6 minutes apart before they up and stopped without warning.
I went to bed hoping that they would start again, but alas, I woke up on Due Date Day (Saturday) and there was still a babe in my womb. I promptly decided that due dates are the worst invention ever, because that was the longest.day.of.my.life. Next time I have a baby, I am automatically adding a week to the date. Anyway, since I didn’t lie to myself this time, I’ll fast forward to 11 p.m. Due Date Day, contractions started again. I got up, showered, wandered the house and 5 hours later… they stopped.
Sunday I woke up “in a mood”. I was really REALLY over being pregnant, I couldn’t possibly prepare any more and I just wanted to meet our son already!! So I spent the day roping Steve into weird chores — we washed all of our hard wood floors, worked on our bedroom, napped, watched some movies and then at 5:40 p.m, we left the house to go to church.
As we were walking up the stairs to church, it happened. A minute long REALLY REALLY intense contraction. The first thought in my head — oh, this is the part everyone kept telling me about how I would know when the contractions were real. The second thought? I’m not sure I can make it through church. My third thought? What if these are fake again. After standing outside for a few minutes, and having another contraction, we made our way back to the car. We pulled in our driveway and I had progressed to 4 minute contractions. We went inside and got our stuff put together.
Well…Steve put our stuff together (more on what I packed soon), I hung on to my “birthing ball” (aka yoga ball) and breathed. After what was probably only 15 minutes, but felt like 8 years (did I mention I have a patience problem), we were ready and headed to the hospital. It was cold, dark, and rainy and we got checked in around 7 pm.
As I walked from the ER to the labor floor, I had to stop for a contraction. 3 minutes apart. We got to the labor floor to check in. Does anyone know why they have to ask you so many questions as you stand there contracting? I grunted, tossed my insurance card and ID on the desk and made Steve do the writing. Paperwork settled, we headed to the delivery room and I changed into my hospital gown, climbed into bed and the nurse checked me. I hadn’t changed from 4 cm, but my doctor told them to keep me anyway (you are supposed to be 5 cm’s before you can stay). I loved my OB extra at this point.
Now, I had went through baby prep class and I was convinced my “go to” laboring strategy would be to walk. I was on the fence of the “epidural vs. no epidural” club and was doing okay with the pain at this point, so the nurse waited to run my IV. I was cordless and wandered the deserted delivery floor. I guess a rainy Sunday in November is not a hopping night for babies to get born…
I lasted exactly 15 minutes out walking before shuffling my way back to bed. You see, I’m married to an engineer and the best way for him to help me through contractions was when he could see the monitor to tell me they were coming. Trust me when I say we were all better off with me in bed, hooked up to the monitors and Steve talking me through it.
Why can’t hospital gowns be cuter???
Things escalated once I got situated in bed and while I didn’t have an opinion on pain medicine going into the hospital (I HATE needles in any capacity), I’m also super queasy and hate anything blood related. Around 10 — I got an IV and some pain medicine. I can’t remember the name, but it was effective for an hour. It wore off around 11 and I got a second dose. At 12 a.m., my water broke. All by itself!! It was a super weird feeling, accompanied by me nicely asking Steve (ha! but this is my story so I’ll tell it how I remember it. I’m guessing it probably sounded more like a crazy person barking an order) to push the nurse button so she could check it out.
She confirmed my water had broken and I also had made it to 7 cms dilated. I had one last dose of pain meds in my IV at 12:30 (contractions after your water break hurt a LOT) but they did NOTHING and by 1:30 a.m, the anesthesiologist was in my room prepping me for the epidural. I was super nervous (needle + spinal column= yeeks!), but it was very smooth and he did a great job of talking me through it and I truly didn’t feel a thing.
What they didn’t mention about an epidural in birth class or in any of the books/videos I saw?? Once you have an epidural — you can go to sleep! So I did. Zonked out by 2 a.m. The nurse came in and periodically checked me (and no I didn’t wake up more than to peek an eyeball at her and go back to sleep) and at 6 a.m., I was at 10 cm and ready to start pushing! I pushed for an hour or so and my doctor stopped by. She checked me and had me change positions since I wasn’t making much progress in getting Baby Boy out. She said she had to go check some other patients and would be back soon. I pushed another 2 hours when my doctor came back. She gave me the options — either we were going to have to use a vacuum assist or have a c-section, but she couldn’t let me continue to push since we were at 3 hours.
Now — I didn’t have a “birth plan” and I had talked with her about my views on birth plans (as a summary — I think it’s too much of a potential let down to try to plan out something that I have no control over. My birth plan was: get baby boy here safely and both of us be healthy afterwards. Some people are good with birth plans, ya know, whatever floats your boat!). We talked about what she thought the best option would be and she said she was pretty sure we could get him out with a few good pushes and the vacuum assist. So that’s what we did.
Here’s where things get a little scary…but don’t worry, you already know the ending. Spoiler — it ends with a baby.
My doctor got ready to go and we were ready for a push. She got the vacuum apparatus in position, the contraction came, I pushed and….the vacuum popped off. I didn’t know that 1) they could pop off and 2)what would happen if they popped off. I know I let out a scream, because I ripped (yep, felt it) and it made an AWFUL noise when it popped off and it startled me. Next, things were a bit of a blur, Steve got a little pale, and within seconds there were 5 additional nurses in my room holding my legs, giving me oxygen and telling me to breathe. I had no idea what was happening, but I overheard the nurse call the anesthesiologist and line him up for an emergency C-section.
My doctor told me it was okay, and we were going to try again. I pushed and pushed and…the vacuum popped off again. Again, I wasn’t sure what was going on, but from Steve’s face, I knew things were going to need to happen fast. A couple deep breaths, big pushes and baby boy made his way out. I still have no idea how that happened. Seriously, no idea. I think she may have scrapped the vacuum and just pulled him out. But regardless, he came out screaming. Apparently I had an abnormally long umbilical cord and it was wrapped around his neck and feet. I guess when the vacuum popped off the first time, his vitals took a big hit and Steve saw the monitor. The look on Steve’s face was when he saw the monitor and the influx of nurses was to standby in case he took a turn for the worse.
Since we had to use the vacuum assist, Dayton had to go over and get checked out by the baby nurse before I could hold him. Again, such a blur. Steve and I were both in shock. He headed across the room to meet Dayton and take some pictures to bring over and show me. After some deliberation, we decided his name was definitely Dayton. His initial Apgar was a 9 and the 5 minute Apgar was also a 9. Baby Boy was alive, kicking, and strong. His little cries were so strange and exciting to hear, I kinda hadn’t thought the day would ever come.
Eventually — after some cleaning up for baby and some stitches for me, I got to see my son. I hadn’t cried up until then but holding that sweet tiny baby on my chest brought the tears. He was so alert after birth, I couldn’t stop looking at him. We nursed, recovered, and made our way up to the normal baby floor.
It was so surreal, and still kind of is. My biggest fear when I learned I was pregnant was the fact that I was going to have to somehow get that baby out into the world. I’m proud that I did it, I didn’t pass out, and baby boy is here, adorable and healthy. Success all around. I am in shock that it’s already been 9 weeks since he was born!
So there you have it, how Dayton made his way into the world