Before I start on the actual birth story, let me back up about a week and a half.
A few days after my 36 week appointment and exam, I started to lose my mucous plug, and a few days after that I started having very mild contractions. The contractions and mucous continued for over a week. Contractions were never regular or strong, but they were there. Then a few days ago, they just kind of stopped. I assumed this meant I had some time before our baby would be making his arrival, and started to worry that he would come late.
Wednesday night, {the 16th}, I did some report cards for school. They're not due for a couple of weeks, but I figured I should get a head start for my sub and I posted this status on facebook:
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Okay, Baby No-Name, my conferences are done. My reading evaluations are done. My character ed report cards are done. MEAP (for my kids) is over. My substitute is finished with her other long-term sub position, and was able to visit my room twice this week. And I even have a head start on academic report cards so she won't have so much to do. What I'm saying is...all of Mama's crazy work for October is done, so you can come anytime now. We're ready. Even though you don't have a name. I promise we'll come up with an amazing one; I think we just need to see your face before deciding."
I was feeling relieved to have so much work done for school. My to-do list was pretty much complete, which felt good and I went to bed at 10:30, with no thoughts of my baby coming anytime soon.
Cut to 12:30am when I woke up from a contraction. It wasn't awful, but it was certainly stronger than the other ones I had been having. I fell back to sleep and woke up with another one 10 minutes later. Again, I went back to sleep, and when I woke up again 10 minutes later, I knew baby time was coming.
I got up and told Dave {who was watching TV...yes, at 1:00am} that I was having contractions, but I probably had a few hours before we needed to go to the hospital, since they were 10 minutes apart. I told him I was going to get in the tub to relax for a bit. He then asked if I minded if he took a quick shower first so that he would be ready when it was time. He hopped in the shower, and when he was done about 10 minutes later, my contractions were
strong and
three minutes apart. No time for me to get in the tub. I called the on-call doctor from my OB office and she said to get to the hospital and have them check me.
We had to wait a few minutes for Dave's mom to get to our house. Thank goodness she lives next door, because by the time she got to our house, my contractions were even stronger, and I had only a little break inbetween them.
We left for the hospital and on the way I told Dave that I wanted an epidural immediately. I was hoping to do this natural this time, but my contractions were killer.
We got to the hospital and they checked me. I was in serious pain and was only 5cm dilated. I asked for an epidural and they moved me from triage to my room. Well, actually, I walked to my room and nearly died from the pain.
Once in my room, I asked
again for an epidural and they said they needed to hook me up to monitors first and then they gave me my IV of fluids, saying that I needed to get all the fluids before they could give me my epidural. They said it would take about 30 minutes. I was pretty mad. Why couldn't they start the fluids when I got to triage? Why make me wait? Jerks.
Less than 30 minutes later, my contractions continued to get stronger and stronger, and suddenly I was crying. Literally sobbing like a baby through them because I was in so much pain. The nurse decided to check me and said I was dilated to 9.5. So I went from 5cm to 9.5cm in less than 30 minutes. And the nurse let me know that it was too late for my epidural. It was time to have this baby and I still hadn't gotten all my fluids.
I was livid. But still crying and whining like a baby.
So I laid back on my bed and felt my water break. Giant gush...way different from my water breaking with Leland, which was a trickle on and off for 30 hours.
I felt the need to push, but the
jerk nurse told me I couldn't yet because the doctor wasn't there. If you've ever been in this position, you know how awful it is. Your body naturally pushes and you can't hold it back. But I had to. Finally, Dr. O'Hagan arrived {not my OB, but from my OB office}, and I started pushing before she was even ready. I couldn't hold back anymore.
{Side note: The nurse was actually awesome. Like, super amazing. I just didn't like her for the three contractions when she wouldn't let me push.}
I pushed three times. THREE. Three pushes {big pushes, but still only three...holy crap} and my boy was born. They laid him on my chest and Dave cut the cord. It was 3:43 am.
So. Like I said,
super fast delivery! Labor with Leland took 33 hours. This one was 3 hours. Holy crap.
I spent a lot of time just cuddling my precious boy. This was amazing, because with Leland I only got to hold him for a minute before they whisked him off to the NICU. I held my nameless baby for a long time. And at some point, Dave got to hold him too.
Then they weighed and measured him and checked his vitals. His temperature was low, which they were concerned about, but they had him lay in his bassinet with warm blankets for a while. When his temperature was still low, they let me nurse him and hold him skin to skin, and that worked like a charm.
Because of my gestational diabetes, they had to check the baby's blood sugar four times during the day. Once after his first feeding, and then before the next three. His levels had to be above 40. If they were below for any of them, he would have to start over. His levels were 42, 60, 44, and 56. HURRAY!
Our baby boy had no name for approximately 12 hours. Dave still really wanted Henry, but I just didn't think he looked like a Henry. I feel bad for shooting down his favorite name, but it just doesn't work for me. We debated between Alden and Casen for a while, and finally decided he looked more like an Alden. But then we debated on the middle name forever, and eventually decided Walker sounded best with it. The birth certificate lady was happy that we finally made a decision. She had called me about four times throughout the day.
Our family of four
Alden nursed like a champ, passed his hearing test and jaundice check, and we were discharged from the hospital the next day at 9:00am.
In the car seat, ready to go home.
I still can't believe how fast labor was. I still can't believe I only pushed three times. And I still can't believe I did it without an epidural. I was so mad at the time that I couldn't get the epidural, but now I'm glad I was able to do it naturally. It was awful, I'm not gonna lie. But once you can push, you have a place to focus all that energy and it doesn't hurt so much. It's the sitting around waiting and feeling all the pain that's hard.
But all the pain is so worth it. Look at the prize I came home with in the end.
My sweet Alden Walker