Hi there! I am taking a break from posting this week as I should be enjoying my new baby girl right this minute! To celebrate Sophia’s birth, I have a weeks worth of guest posts lined up from some of my bloggy friends sharing their baby’s birth stories. Be sure to follow me on Twitter because I will be posting updates on Sophia’s arrival (and I’m sure LOTS of pics!) and come back next week to read all about her birth story as well.
Hey there Sweet Bella Roos readers! I’m Kristen from The Mrs. & The Momma….so glad to meet you! I’d like to consider my blog many things, but mostly I focus on my style and my family…and all the random (and sometimes funny) happenstances that accompany life with four little ones…ages six and under I might add.
Which brings me to four birth stories I could share. Don’t worry…I’ll spare you all but the last. The good story.
Really, the only birth story of interest was my last child, as the other three were routine inductions or c-section. My husband and I always wanted to have four children…and our plan was to be done by the time we were 30. We actually made it with one month to spare!
We had three girls and I was just ecstatic to be having a boy. I had planned on a VBAC (vaginal birth after Cesarean) and had really wanted to do this one with no meds. I had prayed to have him on the Saturday after having my membranes swiped. I know that sounds really specific, but it was due time (pun intended) and Saturday was a good day to have him considering my husband’s work schedule, etc. Well, my prayer was answered pretty literally, as my contractions woke me up around 1am. My husband was out-of-town for the night, but only about 45 minutes away. Once I realized that he should probably come home, he was there in no time.
I remember going in the ER entrance (since it was 2am) and wondering why the heck people weren’t moving faster to help me. Couldn’t they see I was in labor!?! Didn’t they know I was about to have a baby right there in the ER lobby!?!
Evidently, they knew something that I did not. Turns out I didn’t give birth right there in front of the reception desk.
Shocking, I know.
Considering the risk of having a VBAC, I really wanted my OB to deliver my son because she knew my story…my body…and what I needed from her. She wasn’t on-call until 7am, though. I was really trying to wait until she got there, but I was progressing pretty good and was at 8cm around 5am.
At that point, my family got there and I began losing focus dealing with my contractions. I was wanting to jump out of my skin….or out of the hospital bed. Either way, I was not a happy camper.
One of the other docs (not mine) came in and told me I should really get an epidural. I hadn’t wanted to, but it was tempting. I felt like I could have handled the pain had I only been able to focus….however, that focus never resumed after I lost it.
Which stalled my labor.
Allowing for my doctor to get there and deliver my baby.
Pushing him out was the worst of all my children. For some reason, I either forgot how to push, or he was stuck in some weird position because it wasn’t working.
His heart rate dropped several times, which scared my “doesn’t mess around with VBACs” doctor. She told me if I didn’t get him out on the next push, we’d have to go to the ER standing by to get him out.
Well, what do you know….that was just the motivation he (and I) needed. When he came out his head was bruised and bloody. I ended up having a severe tear, which my husband likes to bring up whenever I wallow in regret of getting an epidural. He declares, “You would NOT have wanted to feel that tear!!!” (He saw how bad it was.)
I usually argue back that I wouldn’t have torn like that if I had done it naturally….blah, blah, blah. I could go on with that argument, but what was and is most important is that I have a health baby boy.
He is now 15 months old and such a joy to our family. Each and every person he encounters loves him and comments on what a sweet little spirit he is. I must concur.
He is quite special. He is my boy.