My Second Birth Story

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It’s true what they say- every baby and every pregnancy is different from the other. With London, my water broke and while it was a small leak, it was clear that I was in labor and we would be having a baby. This time around, it was a little different.

I started experiencing what’s called “prodromal labor” in the weeks leading up to my due date. I was having regular, painful contractions that were 3-5 minutes apart. I went into triage about 4 times, thinking I was in labor. They would monitor me, check my cervix, and determine that there was no change. I was 3cm dilated already by 37 weeks, but my cervix wasn’t changing with the contractions. Each time we were sent home was a disappointment.

During each visit with my OB, she was surprised that I still hadn’t given birth! I was even more dilated every week that I went in. By 39 weeks, I was 4.5cm dilated and 70% effaced. We decided to try a membrane sweep to help speed things along. That night, I woke up to painful contractions again, but I didn’t think much of it since I had been having false labor contractions for weeks. I waited to see if they got more intense, but by morning, they had pretty much disappeared. By this point I was so tired and so ready to have this baby. I spent the afternoon walking the neighborhood to see if it would help start anything. I did lose more of my mucus plug, but still no (strong enough) contractions.

That night I woke up yet again to pretty painful contractions. I wasn’t hopeful, but my mom encouraged me to go into triage to at least have a cervix check. I was told that if I was at a 5, it is considered active labor and they would have to admit me. When we got in, the nurse checked me and determined I was only 1cm dilated. I was so confused because my OB told me I was 4.5 just two days earlier. I waited to be monitored and checked again after an hour. This time a second nurse came in and said she agreed that I was 1.5cm. I don’t know if it was the hormones, the exhaustion, or a mixture, but I was very frustrated and insisted on a doctor performing another cervix check because of the discrepancy. Thank God I did, because the doctor came and determined I was indeed 5cm dilated. He called my OB down to check me herself and she said I was actually 7cm dilated and admitted me right away! It was all so confusing and shocking, but I was just relieved to finally have the baby and be done with labor.

The rest of the day went as smoothly as I could’ve hoped for. I was able to get an epidural and it worked wonderfully. I was admitted at 9:30am and was ready to push by 3:00pm. I pushed for about 40 minutes and realized something was off by the number of people in the room and the fact that baby still was not out. I later learned that baby was much bigger than expected and had gotten stuck behind my pelvic bone. During the last push, one doctor had to assist by pushing down on my stomach while my OB pulled baby by the shoulders. Elias Ezekiel was born 11lbs even. Other than a small fracture, he had no health complications and Q was able to cut the cord. We were able to do immediate skin to skin and all of my prayers were answered about an easy and “normal” vaginal delivery.

I am still so thankful for an amazing doctor who always had mine and baby’s best interests in mind. We have spent the last month adjusting to our new family of 4 and loving every minute. London is the sweetest big sister and is obsessed with her baby brother. Christmas truly came early for us this year 🥰

Our Birth Story: 6/15/2018

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If you follow along here, first of all, THANK YOU! Second of all, you’ve probably been wondering where the third trimester bumpdate went and why I have been MIA for a while. Well, surprise! Our little girl decided to join us early, so I never even got the chance to post my last update! We have been taking some time away from technology and social media to enjoy our daughter and adjust to the parent life. And boy oh boy, do I have some stuff to say about that adjustment, but that’s for another post!

In this post, I wanted to share about our birth story. It was nothing like I had planned or envisioned, but I know that it was exactly how God had ordained in His plan. As usual, skip to the end if you want to avoid some TMI-type details.

On Wednesday, June 13, I went to the bathroom and noticed that I had lost my mucous plug (gross, I know). I didn’t freak out, since I had read that it could still be weeks before you go into labor once losing your plug. So I came back to the living room to continue binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy with Quinton and non-chalantly shared the news. He freaked out and asked if we should be driving to the hospital! I laughed and reassured him that we probably weren’t going into labor “anytime soon”.

On Thursday, June 14, I woke up and noticed my underwear was wet. I wasn’t sure if this was another weird pregnancy symptom, or if it could maybe possibly be my water?! We decided to get checked at the hospital after consulting with the 24-hour nurse line. Per Q’s decision, we did not bring the hospital bag, because now he was convinced we weren’t having this baby, lol.

After waiting in triage for over an hour, I was told my water had broken, I was 3cm dilated, and I was having contractions 4-5 minutes apart. All of this was a surprise to me, because I was hardly feeling any pain! I waited 8 hours before getting the epidural, which I was so grateful for by that point.

Around 5:30 AM on June 15th, it was time to push. Within 20 minutes of pushing, London was born. Unfortunately, she had aspirated some fluid during the delivery and had to be sent to NICU before we had even gotten to hold her. While she was rushed out of the room, the doctors pumped me full of medications, due to losing more blood than expected. They “massaged” my uterus, to help it contract, but it felt nothing like a massage. I’m pretty sure that pain was worse than the birth itself! While I’m so eternally grateful for the doctors who provided her care, it was not at all what I had imagined for our first few days of being parents. Due to baby girl staying in the NICU, we weren’t able to hold her for the first 24 hours. I wasn’t able to do skin-to-skin or to breastfeed. Everything I had requested on my birth plan was denied to me. While I completely understood the situation, it didn’t make it easier to experience and I had to spend some time learning to accept  it all.

London was finally able to come home five days after her birth. It was the happiest and most nerve-wrecking feeling to bring her home after having around the clock care for so long! The days that followed were a challenge, but I was happy to be able to take it on with my husband by my side. Through everything that went wrong, he was such a source of support and strength. I now feel like there isn’t much we can’t get through together.