Well folks, our birth story now feels like it is a long time coming, if by long time I mean almost two months. I’ve been writing it on and off since my boy was born. I’m going to warn you now, this post will be long…and it’s not like most I’m used to writing. So here goes…seven weeks ago I was 41 weeks pregnant. Look at that face. Just look at it. I was so so tired of being pregnant.
That photo was taken two days before my induction, I felt like a whale. My body just doesn’t go into labor on it’s own. Three pregnancies and I just can’t get that ball rolling on it’s own. Walking, sex, spicy food, pineapple…none of it mattered. I pre labored for over a month with contractions, and braxton hicks. It only exhausted me, and never got things moving. My doctor suggested that I get induced a week after I was due, and the day couldn’t have come soon enough. Little man made it just to 42 weeks, just like his big sister.
This induction was different from both of the two I had before, and truly third time is a charm. This time they used a foley catheter. I have to admit, the catheter thing was a bit frightening. I liked that it helped my body prepare for labor more naturally instead of using synthetic hormone cervical creams. I tried googling for birth stories with the catheter, and couldn’t find much which inspired me to write this.
My appointment was Thursday evening to have my catheter inserted so it could do it’s job overnight. They took us in about 8:30pm, and by 10:00pm they had finally started putting in the catheter. This process wasn’t painful, just maybe slightly uncomfortable. Almost like an extensive pelvic exam. The nurses told me the catheter will fall out once I reached 4 cm, and I was starting at almost 1cm. I was able to get up and pee while it was in, which I must have done at least 4-5 or a hundred times. I started cramping shortly after it was inserted, and this cramping gradually became more intense. An hour after it was put in, I was pretty sure my water broke but I realized later when my water really broke that it hadn’t at that point. It was likely water from the catheter leaking out. About 1:00 a.m. just as I felt like I was reaching my pain limit, it fell out on
my hundredth a trip to the bathroom. What a relief that was for it to be out. My nurse then decided to put me on a low dose of pitocin just to keep things going.
Labor takes a long time, yet it seems to fly by at the same time. Two
seconds hours later I was asking for an epidural. The pain hadn’t gotten unmanageable yet, but I knew what was coming. I had not had great experiences with epidurals in the past, so I was really hoping this one would take (my second delivery was with NO pain meds…ouch!). A pair of anesthesiologists came in, one was a recent grad and was being trained by the other. The trainee was the one doing my epidural that evening, so nerve wracking. Last thing I wanted to hear was the other one say, “No, you’re doing it wrong, you really didn’t want to do it that way.” Really guys?! She did a good job though, and it was about as painless as it could be. It really was the perfect strength too. Not too strong that I couldn’t feel anything, but strong enough it took the edge off.
After that, I slept for a few hours. The nurse at one point came in to shift me, my little boy didn’t like it when I laid on my left side. Unfortunately when I shifted to my right side, the epidural stopped working on the left side. It was so weird to be completely comfortable on one side, and feeling every contraction fully on the left.They came and increased my epidural dose, which gave me relief for a couple hours…just in time to get to work.
My water broke with a very noticeable pop around 6:00 in the morning. I was grateful it happened on it’s own because my OB was going to break it for me around 7 if it hadn’t. The contractions were still very intense on my left side, but all was progressing smoothly. It all seems like a blur from that moment to when I was finally 10 cm and we were ready to go. I was ready to go about 9:30 that morning, and by 10:00am we had our boy in my arms. He was 20 inches, and weighed 8 pounds, 5 oz. My smallest baby of my three.
His first breath was followed by him completely protesting life and his new surroundings. He cried so hard, and I couldn’t have been happier to hear those healthy lungs go. He latched on right away, and the next two hours were glorious and peaceful. We laid in the delivery room just in awe of this little man we brought into this world.
Maybe because this was my third delivery, or maybe because I’m lucky we had absolutely no complications with this birth. I had no tearing, no extra bleeding. I was walking in just a few hours from having him. We even went home the very next day. Bliss..