Ok I am finally going to finish up Noah’s birth story! It only took me four months haha. Bear with me on this one. It is pretty long and may have a bit more detail than you’d like, but I want to get this all written down so I remember it!
Last thing I wrote about was us jumping into the car and heading to the hospital on the morning on May 11th around 10:30am. We live about 20 minutes away from the hospital and I can’t say that was the most comfortable car ride of my life! I had several contractions along the way and just had to suck it up while sitting there in the front seat.
Once we arrived we went to the registration desk. I am VERY grateful I had pre-registered so I didn’t have to fill out a ton of paperwork. The receptionist still did need some info from us and I probably had about 3 contractions while sitting there with her. Normally, they send you to triage to get checked first to see if it is “time” but she said she could tell from the pain on my face during my contractions that they were the real thing! At least it was evident!
By 11am we were checked into the hospital with a wristband on my wrist and headed to our laboring room! The first thing they did was strap a heart monitor on my belly so they could watch Noah. Man, that thing was so uncomfortable! Besides the painful contractions, this thing bothered me the most. It was seriously digging into my belly the whole day.
The nurse checked me when we got settled and said I was only at 3 centimeters dilated. She said that is on the verge of when they keep people or send them home, so she let me make the decision if I wanted to stay or not. Um hello? Of course I wanted to stay! I am very glad I did too. My contractions weren’t necessarily even, they were between 2-5 minutes apart still, but they were very intense. Once they hooked me up to the monitor I could see the evidence of that. By noon I was at 4cm though, so I was moving right along.
Next we discussed an epidural, which I definitely knew I wanted. I had read that sometimes it can slow labor though and since my contractions weren’t exactly regular I thought I would try and wait it out a bit. I thought maybe if I didn’t have it yet I could walk around the hospital to help my contractions become stronger. She said she’d hook up my IV (which happened around 12:20) and then I could let her know when I was ready. It took about two more contractions before I called the nurse in and decided I was ready for my epidural!
At about 1 o’clock the doctor came in to start my epidural. Now, I really dislike needles and getting my blood drawn so I was not too excited about this process. I made sure I never looked at the needle (I’ve heard how scary it is) to help keep myself calm. I can say I felt a pinch when they inserted the numbing stuff and maybe some tightness when they inserted the epidural needle itself, but it was not as painful as I was imaging at all. Heck, compared to contractions it was easy! The whole process took probably less than 10 minutes. Also, because I had gotten it pretty early, I didn’t have to try and “stay still” during a contraction, which most women say is very difficult (no duh). I got checked again after this and I had gone from 4 to 6 centimeters in this hour, so progress was happening!
Now a lot of this is a little fuzzy (mainly because I don’t have photos to help me with the timeline…and it took my forever to write) but I know my mom finally arrived and then the doctor stopped by around 1:40pm and broke my water. By now, I was feeling good from the epidural and literally could not feel a thing! I know she was doing something down there….but I didn’t even feel the water haha. Is that TMI? Both Cliff and I had to ask if she had actually broken it, because I had no clue! She also told us at this time that she though he was going to come fast. Yay! Best news ever right? I wouldn’t have to spend all day in labor :)
Around 2:30 they checked me again and I was at 7 centimeters and my contractions were 3 minutes apart and regular. They had turned me to lying sideways and put this giant ball type thing between my legs (I guess it helps with labor?!?) but Noah didn’t like it too much. His heart rate kept dropping, so they had to put me on oxygen. They had me lay back down on my back, which I liked better anyways. Oddly enough, I was never scared when they had to put me on oxygen. I went with the flow and let the nurses do what they needed to. Maybe it was how calm they were acting, but I never felt worried. I knew they would take care of us!
The next bit of the day was just a lot of “sit around and wait.” I spent time looking through face book and texting my closest girlfriends. There was a tv on playing some sort of movie (I honestly can’t even remember what it was) but I couldn’t focus on it at all, so I didn’t even bother. The nurses were coming in and out of the room and preparing for little man’s arrival. At one point the baby nurse came in with his bassinet and all of the items he would need right away. I think that’s when it became pretty darn real!
At 3:45pm they checked me again and I was at 9cm! Ah! This was happening soon! They called my doctor to come back to the hospital and got everything prepared. At some point they had decided that I didn’t need any more epidural medicine and that they were just gonna let it wear off. I knew that they do this a little bit, so you can kind of feel what you are doing, but I had no clue how strongly I would still feel all of the contractions. I was mad as heck because I remember it hurting soooo bad! I thought, I paid the anesthesiologist so I wouldn’t feel this and now I am in so much pain! It was not fair!
The nurses thought that to help take my mind off the pain they would tell me I could start pushing. My doctor wasn’t there yet and they thought it really wouldn’t get anywhere, but lo and behold the first push they could already see Noah’s head. I think everyone kicked it into high gear at this point! The doctor walked in nonchalantly thinking she had plenty of time but quickly realized she needed to get ready a bit faster. She coached me through about 6 sets of pushes, only 3 of them where she was actually in position before Noah arrived. I’m not quite she the exact length of time I pushed for, but I know it was an hour or less. It felt like forever, but I know now it wasn’t.
During my pushing, they kept trying to get me to look into a mirror. They brought one over and thought that for some reason this would help me. Um no thanks! Plus I was way too focused on pushing and closing my eyes to be able to see anything. I’m not sure if my doctor was in a hurry or if it was really needed, but I did received an episiotomy. I never discussed with her beforehand about that, but in all honestly at the time I could have cared less! Anything to get the baby out quicker and take away my pain sounded good to me. I didn’t feel it at all, but I do remember the stitching up part being a bit uncomfortable because she was tugging so hard on the sutures.
Noah was born on May 11th (5/11/15) at 5:12pm and he weighed 6 pounds and 11 ounces (6-11). How’s that for confusing? Poor C still gets the date, time and weight mixed up haha.
|Daddy skin to skin time :)|
|But loving the heat lamp!|
|Moving to our new room!|
Our doctor actually cleared us to go home that evening, but we decided to stay another night based on recommendations from the nurses and lactation consultants. Noah was having a bit of trouble breastfeeding, so they thought it would be good for us to stay and get more help.
We headed home as a little family on Wednesday May 13th around noon….and life has been amazing ever since!