The Birth Story: Part OneAug 10th

Hi guys.

I had a baby two weeks ago. An amazing, sweet, delicious baby boy. If you follow me on Instagram you’ll see for yourself that he is just the absolute, most perfect newborn ever.

I had things planned ahead. Like, I would blog my birth story, and throw up some funny labor/delivery posts. Maybe even have a whining list of what its like to wake up with a newborn. I might still write those posts.

But the only difference is, his birth just really made its mark on me. As a person. As a mom. As a child of God.

So I’ll still give you the birth story, but theres so much more to tell than just how he got here. Ok ok. I’m being vague and weird.

Let’s just start with part one:

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He came three days late. I went into labor on a Sunday afternoon and very wisely avoided eating the navy bean soup that was on the menu for dinner. The grandparents came and picked up the kids around 7 pm, and Matt and I arrived at Labor and Delivery all chipper and optimistic.

“I’m in labor!” I announced to the registration nurse, as eager as a 1st grader announcing a lost tooth.

I was convinced that I had arrived early enough to avoid the terror train of fast labor. Early enough for an epidural! Heck. Nothing even hurt yet!

My doctor was on call in the ER but he came up to examine me. With consistent contractions seven minutes apart, I was sure this was the real deal. He checked me, and alas! I had made zero progress since my appointment the week prior.

Uhm…what the eff?

Dr. Su was just as disappointed as I–well, not quite, but he did his best to empathize. 1 centimeter dilated, 50% effaced. He scheduled an induction for Friday and told me that I was experiencing my third round of false labor.

To say I was devastated would be a serious understatement. I bawled all the way to the car, all the way to my inlaw’s house, and all the way home.

To my utter indignation, contractions continued to come–now five minutes apart. Like salt on a wound they reminded me that “Oh hey, you have the dumbest luck ever and guess what? This isn’t real!!!”

I drank a gallon of water and took a bath. I decided that I wasn’t really carrying a baby inside of me. No. This was a tumor that would grow like a mammoth and eventually kill me. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. No baby awaiting my arms.

I sniveled and sulked, accompanied by the world’s tiniest violin.

To cut to the chase, contractions spiraled into a lovely little pattern of three minutes apart–and they HURT. But still, I didn’t want to go to the hospital and be sent home again. That whole “Little boy who cried wolf” kept ricocheting inside of my tumultuous head.

Finally, Matt had quite enough of my theatrics as a martyr.

He called Labor and Delivery and they said to bring me on in. When I arrived, the reception nurse remarked, “Well you look different! Yep. This is the real deal now.”

When they checked me the old plumbing confirmed that things were definitely moving. 3 centimeters. 100% effaced.

Wolf!

Lucky me, I was the only mama in labor. After about two hours I got my epidural. The nurse kept wanting to check me but I kept my legs glued shut. The last thing I wanted was for it to be like Chaucer’s birth. Nope. The epidural was a must.

My anesthesiologist flew in like the angel Gabriel.

When the epidural kicked in I laughed with absolute glee.

Tomorrow I’ll sing more praises for the epidural and tell you the rest of the story. It’s quite riveting, I promise.

 

5 Responses to The Birth Story: Part OneAug 10th

  1. Mariah August 11, 2014 at 3:01 pm #

    This was a completely cruel cliffhanger.

    I know, I know, you have to share SOME of the agony. 😉

  2. Megan August 12, 2014 at 11:56 am #

    Haha!! My son was my first and I called the midwife because my water broke at 3:30 AM. She wanted me to go back to bed!! I said “huh?? how does one sleep when one feels like they are wetting themselves constantly?” I understood because she really thought I could be in labor a long time because I had no contractions yet. But about an hour after my water broke they started up and HURT. Three hours into it my husband finally called her and insisted she come now. I understood that she was afraid if she came I would be like the watched pot that never boils and I didn’t have the confidence in what was going on to know any better. But by the time she got here I was definitely in transition. Less than 7 hours after my water broke my son was born but darn it if we didn’t have the hardest time convincing her things were progressing and she needed to get over here. This next time around though I’ll be a bit more confident of myself I think. 😛 Maybe. Well maybe I won’t but the odds will definitely be in my favor that the labor will be shorter than 7 hours so she will get over here quicker without me having to ask for it haha!

  3. Kat August 12, 2014 at 8:24 pm #

    More!!!!!

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