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Birth Story

It’s Vincent’s first birthday, so I figured it was time to share his birth story.

I’m still amazed at the timing of it all. The experience was very full-circle and restorative for me. January 9th. Oh, that date had had many painful emotions associated with it. It was the day we physically lost our third baby. We had found out nearly three weeks prior that the heartbeat had stopped, and on January 9th, 2018, the miscarriage ended with an unexpected surgery. (You can read that story in my D&C posts). So, to say it was surreal to walk into the same hospital on the exact same day two years later would be an understatement.

That day I had a chiropractor appointment, followed by a pregnancy appointment. My regular midwife was out, but the one I saw that day was amazing. My blood pressure was up and she made the call to send me over to the ER, where I had to wait over an hour to get signed in. Carl got there while I was still waiting. The afternoon was filled with exams, an ultrasound, and blood pressure checks (still up). Family stopped by throughout the evening, and once I was admitted for induction, my mom went to our home to pack a hospital bag for us–something I’d neglected to do out of denial, I think. We slept most of the night as the induction began.

Just induced and settling in for the night.

The next day: January 10th.

3/4 grandparents keeping us company

Honestly, I cannot remember all the induction methods used, but the goal was to get dilated. Nothing had really changed overnight, so they tried something else. Contractions pick up, but we’re still mild-ish. At some point there was a monitor placed to track Vincent’s heart rate, and it was difficult to move around while keeping it in place. More family visited throughout day. By evening, we started pitocin…something I didn’t really want because I’d heard the contractions would be way worse than without. I thought I’d be getting epidural at same time, but apparently that wasn’t the deal. Soon after the pitocin was started, my water broke. Because we had the monitor on my belly, we actually heard a “pop”. But when the nurses tested the fluid with a strip, they said it wasn’t my water. My contractions immediately picked up, my blood pressure went up a few times, and I started to panic. It was confusing and frustrating because I KNEW my water had broken and things were progressing, but no one seemed to be taking it seriously. I couldn’t focus mentally to stay on top of the pain at that point, and asked for an epidural.

Midnight rolled around to January 11th. I finally got epidural after three attempts. The pain of contractions eased, and I was able to relax for a bit. Very soon after, I began feeling pressure. Within about two hours of the epidural, I was fully dilated. It was time to push. This is really what I remember most of the whole experience, because this is the part I never thought I’d be able to do. Nurses were shuffling around, prepping the room, and all I could think was, “there’s no way it’s going to work. I’m going to have to have a cesarean.”

Even as I began to push, I didn’t believe it was possible. Everything I’d read had told me that pushing while on your back is the worst possible way, and yet that was where I was. The room got quiet as the pushing began, all we could hear was a steady heartbeat coming over the monitor (which was now attached to Vincent’s head, rather than an external monitor). The sound of his heartbeat seemed to fade with each push. But thankfully, I didn’t even have time to worry.

With only ten minutes of pushing, Vincent was born at 3:48AM. Perfect, peaceful, welcomed by his parents, his grandmothers, and the nurses and midwife. The monitor sound that had been a constant background to labor ceased, and the room was filled with newborn noises.

I got to hold him right away, and he looked at us with big eyes. We just looked at each other, and I don’t even think I cried. I was shocked that I did it and he made it earth side. Seven pounds, four ounces, and healthy as can be. Our family came in to sees him briefly, and then we are alone for the first time as a family of three. There is peace.

After a bit, he was taken to nursery for assessments, while Carl moved our stuff to the recovery room. I’ll never forget the nurses that helped me get cleaned up. Labor and delivery nurses are angels!

One of my favorite pictures from our stay!

We got moved to our new room, I showered (??), and Carl slept while I looked at pictures of Vincent and tried to rest a bit. A nurse finally brought him in and I was so antsy to pick him up, I barely listened to anything she said. Finally, finally we had him with us, in my arms. That was the moment it all sank in.

The moment it all sank in.

Our hospital stay was uneventful and enjoyable. Many friends and family members came to visit (not all pictures), and we all felt so loved and supported.

Uncle Squash

On January 13th, Vincent’s due date, we finally brought home our little boy!

All in all, I couldn’t have been blessed with a more wonderful birth experience. Even with all my fears, it was so healing. The entire pregnancy, I felt like I was in survival mode. But with his birth, I woke up. Not to say that all my fears suddenly went away, but that’s another story for another time.

Finally home!