Okay, so I haven’t posted since my last post. We had both sides of the family in town for my daughter’s baptism plus work so it’s been a bit busy. Things have finally settled down and I’m able to share with you my birth story.
Almost three months ago, I gave birth to my precious-6 pounds and 8 ounces-18 inches-baby girl at 5:35 in the morning.
I talked about having to go in for a schedule c-section after finding out our baby girl was breech here. After that, I decided to take maternity leave early. I started maternity leave the following Monday and my c-section was scheduled for that Thursday. My husband and I thought we’d have a couple of days to go up to the city, go to the movies, etc., basically enjoy each other’s company and do things we wouldn’t be able to do for a while after baby girl arrived, but of course unpredictability happened.
I ended up sleeping in that Monday, so we didn’t go to the city. Instead, we went to the mall because the hubs wanted to check something out and I wanted ice cream because it was hot. While at the mall, I started cramping. I was walking slower and bending over a bit when walking. I thought it was because I was on my feet but as we were sitting there eating our ice cream, I still felt uncomfortable and just wanted to go home. At home the uncomfortable-ness feeling wouldn’t go away. I tried to take a quick nap but was restless and in a bit of pain. I finally realized that these cramps were contractions because they would come and go every couple of minutes. I started timing it and tried to ride through the pain. After tossing and turning for two plus hours, I decided to call the doctor’s line around 8pm and left a message. The on-call doctor said it sounds like I was in early labor. He suggested I wait it out and see if my contractions got closer together and more intense. He didn’t want me to go to the hospital to be turned away nor did he want my to deliver the baby if she wasn’t ready especially before 39 weeks (I was a day shy of 39 weeks) to make sure her organs were fully developed. So to take the edge off, I took a bubble bath and the contractions subsided. But as soon as I got out, I started contracting again and could not get comfortable. I would lay down but my back would hurt. I’d sit up but my tail bone would hurt. I’d stand up but I just wanted to lay down. My husband put the warm compress on my back and it felt great but then it just aggravated my back. It was just one thing or another. 😦 They say find anything to make you relax, well I couldn’t. The contractions were further apart than before but they were more intense. We called again around midnight and the on-call doctor said he’d call the hospital but try to wait it out longer at home. We were going to until I started feeling ridiculously nauseous. At that point, I knew it was time to go. Good thing my bag was packed.
So we made our way to the hospital at 1:30 in the morning. We still weren’t sure if baby girl would make her appearance that day. You hear stories about being told to go home because you’re not fully dilated and what not. I was admitted and got changed. They started monitoring mine and the baby’s heart rate and my contractions. They checked to see if I was dilated, which I was. I was dilated 3cm (It was so great that 3 was the number they told us. The hubs and I just chuckled and remember the Friends episode of Rachel in labor. “Three? I’m dilated 3!”). My husband asked if there was a chance that baby girl would be making her entrance into the world that day. The nurse said “Yes, this is definitely happening.” Reality hit in. My contractions were pretty close together when we got there but after a while they started to slow down, so they asked if I could hold on for a little bit and wait til my doctor came in before she made her morning rounds. I said sure because I could handle the contractions. Odd how being at the hospital helped me relax. There was a lot of sitting, waiting, calling my mom and sister (both of whom I woke up because it was 5am on the East Coast), reading news, etc. before the doctor arrived.
Getting ready to go to the hospital. 38 weeks and 6 days pregnant. So ready to give birth.
Finally around 5, my doctor arrived and they started prepping me up for surgery. It was a bit nerve wrecking when they took me to the operating room and as I was getting the anesthesia. I kept saying prayers as they continued with the procedure. There’s a lot of waiting and lying around that you do before your life changes forever (sounds dramatic but it’s true). Finally, I heard my doctor say “she’s here,” followed by my baby girl’s cry. There were tears. They took her away immediately to clean her up and check her Apgar scores (the hubs/proud daddy followed her into the room as they stitched me up). My loving husband and new proud father walked her back to the operating room so I could say hi real quick and kiss her. They then took her away to do more tests and he stayed with her.
Babygirl’s first picture.
I laid there for what seemed forever. My doctor revealed at that time the reason why baby girl was breech. Apparently it was because she had a short umbilical cord. So even if she wanted to move down head first, she wouldn’t be able to move that way since the umbilical cord was holding her in place. When they were finally done, they wheeled me into the recovery room. There I saw the doting dad hovering over the nurse as she checked my baby girl’s vitals. Ten minutes later, I got to hold my baby girl. Best. Feeling. Ever. I got to breastfeed her right then too, which was one of my concerns when I found out I was going to have a c-section. It felt weird and it didn’t hurt then because of the anesthesia (another post will come about breastfeeding because that’s an experience in itself, both good and bad), but I’m so glad we established breastfeeding within an hour of giving birth.
First time holding my little girl
At first glance she looks like her dad. Those thick eyebrows and long lashes are all him. Those chubby cheeks and round face are mine. Her personality depending on the time of the day could be either one of us or her be her very own. She started cooing and smiling back at us a couple of weeks ago and it makes my heart melt EVERY DAY. I love her so much! A different love from that I have for my husband. I can stare at her all day and am just in love. She’s just perfect. I don’t want her to grow up!
Back to my birth experience, I’m a bit happy I went into labor before the c-section. It didn’t feel like we “forced” her to come out. Plus I was able to experience what labor was like even though I felt like I didn’t get the complete and “real” experience. I consider myself fortunate that we knew that I was going to have a c-section ahead of time instead of laboring for hours and then being told I’d have to have a c-section. I think I’d be more disappointed and devastated. Plus not to mention extremely tired when I met my baby. Luckily, I knew ahead of time and talked to a couple of friends who shared their experiences with me. I then came to terms that I wasn’t going to have the birth plan I wanted (but not all women do, regardless of that written or mental birth plan you have). But I still would like to have a vaginal birth. Will I opt for a VBAC in the future? Maybe. But I think we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Research would need to be involved as well as ensuring the next baby and I are in the best healthy state. Right now, I’m enjoying my beautiful baby girl, Eva (prounounced Ay-Vah).