Just in case you don’t follow me on facebook or instagram, the news is I’M NO LONGER PREGNANT! Since I’ve been sharing so many details here in my little online home, I wanted to use this place to share little man’s birth story with you.
It began on June 27 when I went in for my second cervical check. There was a list of things I needed my body to be doing in order to avoid scheduling a repeat Caesarian. They really wanted me making good progress and hopefully going into labor before my due date. At 39 weeks and 3 days, I had made little to no progress, and it was the same amount of progress I had made the week before (none). My doctor was concerned because I was considered “unfavorable,” but he was willing to let me go another week before he made any major plans.
So my plan as of that day was this: the next week, (July 3), I was to go in for another cervical check. If I remained unfavorable, I would go in Friday for a repeat Caesarian. If I was dilated and effaced significantly, then I would be allowed to be admitted for induction.
I had no hope that would happen.
I wondered if I was giving up. I thought about what I could possibly do to help this child come along. Then I remembered that God knew this baby’s arrival and I was at peace with the decision. I had done my research and worked as hard as I could to put myself in the best possible situation for a successful VBAC. I had carried the baby to term and fought the good fight. I was not broken. I was not a failure. I was not a lesser mom. This was just how things were supposed to be.
I went to the doctor’s office on that Wednesday to hear the repeat news. Imagine my surprise when I was almost at a 3 and significantly effaced! The nurse on duty did her best to try to stimulate spontaneous labor and I went home knowing that while the window was slim, there was still a chance! She called me that evening and said that my doctor was going to check me before surgery Friday morning to see if there was any progress — so even he was holding out hope I could VBAC.
Friday, July 5, my husband and I drove up to the hospital at 5:30 am to begin the process. Immediately, I was checked and I was almost at a 4 and I was 75% effaced! They asked me what I wanted to do and I opted to start labor.
Here I was. DOING IT.
Without going into too many details, I was given Pitocin almost immediately after then and I walked, sat, rested, and labored. It was truly awesome to be able to get up and walk around, to sit on the birthing ball, and to experience what it was like to be in labor, even though it was Pit-induced. It didn’t get intense until after my water was broken. Then — YOWZA. I won’t lie. That wasn’t fun. I decided to get the epidural a little while after that. 🙂
Everything was going extremely well! As the evening was coming to a close, the baby’s heart rate started to drop randomly. It wasn’t consistent, just intermittent, so they thought it was likely a cord issue. They weren’t too concerned, although I began to need to be moved around in order to try to relieve pressure off of the little man.
At this point, things started to become a little blurry. It was close to midnight and I’d been laboring almost 18 hours. I was tired. The short point is that baby wasn’t improving and we began to discuss the option of having a repeat Caesarian. A little after midnight, I was told, “I’m so sorry, but we have to get to the OR.”
Blurry minutes later, our little man was born. And there were some complications.
I’m going to pause here and post the rest of the story later. This is already a long post and I need to cover a lot more information over his first 48 hours, including a short stay in the NICU.
But here are his first stats:
8 lbs, 13 oz
born at 12:50 am
July 6, 2013