I really should have written another post prior to this. Why is that? Because simply put, I went over my due date. Not just a little, but 9 days past due. We eclipsed the 41 week mark, but I just didn’t have the heart to write another entry because frankly, I was frustrated and really wanting to meet our little one. I was sick of being pregnant. My stomach had run out of space, I was uncomfortable, and I was tired of people saying “You HAVEN’T had that baby yet?!” I had tried everything, all the old wives tales. My last run (of 2 miles), I completed at 40 weeks, 4 days pregnant!
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to share the birth story, but so many family and friends have asked for details, I figured this would be the easiest way to do so. I promise I’ll spare you any gross details that may make you want to not finish your dinner.
So since my body decided it didn’t want to go into labor for me. It was recommended by my Dr that I set a date for induction in order to jump start things. I was super nervous about this, because although I had heard both good and bad things about inductions, I generally knew meant a longer, more painful labor. Not my ideal situation because I am the first to admit that I AM A GIANT WUSSY when it comes to pain.
My induction was set up for the morning of July 21. We arrived at the hospital bright and early, at 5:45 AM, in order to finish signing registration forms and get taken up to Labor and Delivery. They wasted no time putting me in a beautiful hospital gown, which when combined with the ultrasound unit to monitor the baby, made for quite the fashion statement. Hotness always becometh me. I was started on Cytotec, which is a pill used to basically prepare the body for labor and can cause contractions to begin. It did. Within about 45 minutes, I began to experience mild contractions. They weren’t too bad, I was able to walk around the floor and take a ride on the birthing ball. Hee Haw. This went on for about 3.5 hours, my contractions were manageable and I had Mike track them since there’s ALWAYS an App for that. I was experiencing contractions lasting 45-50 seconds every 1.5 minutes.
Around 10:30, my Dr came in and said since my contractions were occurring so often and strong, “there’s nothing left really to do besides break your water” because I had advanced to 3cm dilated and 80% effaced. So that was done. I was instructed I had to remain laying on my back for 15 minutes before I would be allowed to get up again to ride my horse ball. That’s where the fun part ended and (pardon my French but) SHIT GOT REAL SON. Within about a minute, I began to experience contractions every 30 seconds that lasted 30-40 seconds. I couldn’t talk, open my eyes, or hardly breathe through them. I writhed in pain and Mike tried everything to get me comfortable. I dropped curse words unbeknownst to mankind, the whole “oh you can use mental imagery to work through them” was turned into stupid theory only. I had been planning to wait as long as possible to get an epidural, but by the time 15 minutes was up I was begging for one.
The anesthesiologist came in super quick (thank GOODNESS) and I had to breathe my way through 3-4 really strong contractions and remain motionless while he inserted the epidural. It was so hard to remain still, but the threat of “oh you know, you could get paralyzed” seemed to help. Once I returned to my back, within about 10 minutes I began to experience significant relief. To the point that I really only had good motor control of my left leg and both legs felt warm, numb, and happy. The nurse checked me again and surprised said, “Oh wow, you are already 6 cm!”. Mike decided to go run and get lunch and alert the Grandparents that they should begin leaving because Baby Mason was maybe coming way sooner than expected. By the time Mike got back from eating a quick lunch in the cafeteria, I had progressed to 9.5 cm and was nearly ready to push. My Dr. came back into the room, explained that pushing with a first timer can take up to 3 hours. In my mind, I said “screw that, I am getting this baby out ASAP”. And I did. Within 40 minutes, out popped…
…a baby boy.
He was placed upon my chest immediately and words cannot describe the first time you see your child. I was speechless and overwhelmed, already filled with love for someone so small who I felt I knew for so long. Mike was allowed to cut the cord and no, he did not pass out for those taking bets! 🙂
We had about 90 minutes of skin to skin time before our parents came into the room. My parents had arrived 10 minutes after he was born, Mike’s parents arrived shortly after. Seeing the smiles on all their faces as they got to hold a grandchild warmed my heart so much. It made absolutely every second of those horrendous (yes it was super short) 15 minutes worth it.
So now we can officially say that we have a new member of our family, turning our 2 family unit into 3.
Name: James Andrew
Born on: 7/21/14 at 2:05 PM (7 hour induced labor)
Weighing: 8 pounds, 4 oz
Length: 21 inches
Favorite comment: How was he fitting in there?! (to which I say, I told you there was a decent sized baby in there!
Likes: Looking at Daddy, Cuddles, Sucking his thumb, Sitting in his bouncer, car rides, being bounced and rocked
Dislikes: Having diaper changed, anything cold, having sponge baths
This Belly is officially signing off on what was a rewarding, wonderful, and totally worth it pregnancy!