Our little munchkin turns 2 today. I can’t believe we have a 2 year old, it’s crazy. Anyway, I meant to get around to writing out her birth story and it just never happened before. I finally took the time to sit down and write it all out and I thought today was the perfect day to share it.
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June 24, 2017: My water breaks
My birth story begins when I was 37 weeks 1 day. We had just had an appointment with our midwife the day before. We also just had our last Bradley class the night before (perfect timing, right?).
I woke up at around 8 AM and just laid in bed for a few minutes looking on my phone. Jeremiah, my husband, was at work.
I got up around 8:30 to go to the bathroom and started walking and felt like I was peeing on myself. So I waddled to the bathroom and then noticed that the “peeing” wasn’t stopping.
I looked in the toilet and noticed it wasn’t pee. So naturally what did I do first? I called my mom and told her I think my water broke and asked her what I should do.
She told me to call the doctor, which looking back I should’ve done first. So the doctor told me to come to the hospital to see what was going on.
I called Jeremiah and told him my water broke and to come home. While I was waiting for him I started gathering all the bags and everything we needed and put it by the door.
Jeremiah came home and was rushing like we have to go right now. I told him to calm down! I wasn’t having contractions and we could take our time.
At the hospital
We got to the hospital and I was wheeled up to L&D. They tested the fluid and determined that my water did break.
We called our parents and told them that baby was on the way. I got into a room and they started an IV. My results from my strep B test hadn’t come back yet so they did antibiotics anyway.
This was my first IV and it hurt so bad (I hate needles). They came back to try to adjust it but it still hurt. I couldn’t really use my right arm for the longest time. This wasn’t how I envisioned my birth story starting, I originally didn’t want any IV’s.
Then they hooked me up to the wireless monitor and my mom and I started walking laps around the hospital to hopefully get some contractions started. The monitor kept slipping and the nurse told me I needed to stay in my room.
So then I started bouncing on the ball and eating popsicles. I could see on the monitor that I was having contractions but couldn’t feel them. Then I felt a little something and got so excited.
My mom told me I was the happiest woman in labor she had seen, lol. The contractions slowly got worse and worse. I alternated between hanging on to Jeremiahs neck and rocking and all the other birth positions that we had learned. The rocking was the only thing that helped.
Next step: Birth pool
After a while of this I was really uncomfortable so Jeremiah and his dad started filling up the birth pool for me. I finally got in and still couldn’t get comfortable.
I was disappointed because I wanted a waterbirth so bad but I wasn’t liking the water. So I got out. Then I asked for the Nitrous Oxide so that I could hopefully get a little relief.
The nurse went to get it which seemed like it took forever. She brought it in and started to hook it up and I knew I couldn’t deal with the pain anymore. I knew it might take a while for the anesthesiologist to get there so I told her to forget the gas and get the epidural.
Looking back I wish I would’ve tried the gas first but oh well! I got the epidural at 7 cm at about 7 pm. After I got my epidural I could still feel the contractions, they just didn’t hurt as bad.
June 25, 2017: Birthday
At about 1 am on the 25th I was finally at 10 cm and it was time to push. I started to push for about 30 mins and then they told me to stop. The baby’s heart rate was going down.
They rolled me different ways and determined that little miss didn’t like me laying on my right side. So I laid on my left and took a break for an hour. Then they came back and I started pushing again.
Thankfully, I had the best nurses for this phase of my labor and I’m so thankful for them. I could still somewhat move with my epidural so they had me do a bunch of different positions.
I ended up pushing for three hours this time and then finally she was born. Turns out she had her arm over her head making it really difficult for me to push her out.
Finally, she’s here!
They put her on my chest and she was the most beautiful thing ever. I held her for a little while and then they took her to clean her up and weigh her. I was able to get up almost immediately after that which was a blessing.
My nurse was so impressed by me having to push for three hours that she made sure I got the big room on the Mother Baby unit, which I was super thankful for because it meant Jeremiah got a bed instead of just a couch. We moved over and started our journey as parents of a newborn.
Looking back there are definitely things I would’ve done differently but it is what it is and now I know for next time. There were so many things that I didn’t know about going into this delivery that I will be better prepared for next time. But the most important thing is that Braelynn got here safely and now we are parents to the most amazing little girl. Hope you guys enjoyed our birth story.
What was your birth like? Where there some things you’ll do differently next time?