As I sit here in the middle of the night unable to sleep, although I desperately need to with a newborn and toddler, I instead think of the craziness the last week and a half brought.
I always enjoyed reading birth stories when I was first pregnant and I thought that maybe sharing mine would do some good. I have heard it all. From horror stories to blissful ness and everything in between – no birth story is the same. My sons birth story was pretty average. I labored at home until I couldn’t walk and went to the hospital. We were there for about four hours and he came into the world. It was a beautiful moment with my husband.
This time around was a bit different. It happened on the day my 37 week appointment was. It was my first ‘check’ and I was so excited to see if little Cece was moving along at all. My obgyn (who is amazing) checked me and I was only about 1 cm along (nothing). She told me it was a good start and sent me on my way.
I went to work and thought nothing of it until a couple hours later. I was cramping and I remember telling my boss that it had to be because of the check. This is totally normal, right?!
I picked Ben up from daycare and couldn’t walk the full way down the stairs. I again figured it was just cramping from the check that morning.
When I got home I texted my husband to find out if he was going to be late or not and that I was ‘feeling weird’. He came home and I went straight to bed. I just couldn’t sleep. I had to keep moving. It was a weird feeling that just NEVER stopped. I was pacing the floors until around midnight when I told Adam that I think I needed to go to the hospital. I didn’t think I was really in labor so we packed up our son and headed to labor and delivery.
They checked me when I got there and I was about 3 cm dilated. They wanted to keep me for a little while before either giving me a room or sending me home. The reason for keeping me? It was a nonstop contraction and they were worried about the baby. Literally – non stop. The most of a break I received (the nurses said) was about 20 seconds. They told me they wanted to watch the baby for awhile and would be back in an hour.
Well, about 30 minutes later they came in and said they didn’t think the baby was liking this nonstop contraction and wanted to check me again. Well, this time I was a five. I got sent to a room ASAP!! The time I got to my room was around 1:30 am (Cece was born at 2:09).
At this point Ben was not allowed in the labor/delivery room so Adam had to wait in the waiting room with him until my parents arrived. I got to my room and promptly asked for some drugs. They came. They missed. They did it again. This was the worst. Not having a break from a contraction to get an epidural is very hard. Thank goodness for my labor and delivery nurse. The unsung hero’s I tell you! She was my nurse, my doctor and my ‘Adam’ throughout the whole process.
I never got checked again. My doctor said she would be back in a couple of hours and to try and get some rest. My nurse told me she was going to step out to tell my husband how things were going. Before leaving she asked if I needed anything.
I told her I had to poop.
She looked at me and said she wanted to check me really quick. That’s when all hell broke loose. She said the head was coming out and to not push. She called the front desk for someone to tell Adam and after that she called my doctor.
While on the phone with the doctor (phone in one hand) I told her the baby was coming. My nurse literally caught my baby while she was on the phone trying to get someone in. Seconds later six people run into the room and couldn’t believe that the baby was out.
Cecelia was born at 2:09 am. About forty minutes after I got to my room.
In the meantime Adam is rushing to my room (which he was never in before) and stops short because he hears a baby crying. He thought ‘no way I’m going in that room – it can’t be the right room’. He went back to the front and they assured him to go go go.
He walked into the room with his daughter on my chest. My parents had just gotten to the hospital and he had no idea what was happening to me. What a scary thing for him.
I am lucky that things happened fast, but it also wasn’t awesome. The drugs didn’t work (since they were given about ten minutes prior to her coming out) and I didn’t get the antibiotics needed for group B (which I tested positive for). We had to stay in the hospital for 48 hours before we could be released so that they could watch for any signs that group B made it to her.
I really shutter to think what would have happened if I decided to ignore what I was feeling and stay home a little longer. I truly believe that we would have been on the news for having a car baby on the way to the hospital. Ladies! This is a lesson. Always. I mean ALWAYS listen to your body.
One thing that was kinda nice was that Ben was there and he was literally the first person (other than Adam and I) to see his sister. Yes, it was around 3:00 in the morning, but it couldn’t have been more special. Luckily we have it all recorded to show them when they’re older!
We are very lucky that things went well and the baby was in the right position.
Now is the time for healing. Now is the time for loving. Now is the time to *try and get some rest*.