Stinky's Birth Story | Caboose's Birth Story
After Stinky's c-section I decided I really wanted to attempt a VBAC. I'm SO grateful that c-sections are an option since that likely saved Stinky but you do kind of miss out on that fresh-baby-on-the-chest experience. The OR is super cold to slow bacterial growth so they take babies over to a warmer immediately so they can clean them off, wrap them up and slap a hat on them.
My doctor was game for a VBAC attempt and we moved forward with that as our plan.
I hit 39 weeks more or less without incident. My fluid levels were good and the baby was head down. I was feeling optimistic, if a bit large. I had been pregnant SO MUCH LONGER and, hoo boy, I was feeling it.
I had an appointment that Monday and my blood pressure was starting to enter sketchy territory. I ended up at the hospital that afternoon to check fetal movement (he was fine. Just sleepy, apparently) and my doctor offered to let me stay and be induced. Neither Aaron nor I felt good about that so we declined and ended up scheduling an induction for Wednesday morning.
Over the next few hours I agonized over that decision. I had really wanted to go into labor on my own and I kept returning to this mental image of an unripe peach getting plucked from the tree. I felt raw and unready. I was really worried that induction would hurt my chances for a successful VBAC. I discussed it with Aaron and finally decided to cancel the induction and give myself one more week to go into labor on my own.
I called to cancel the induction on Tuesday morning- 2 days before my due date- but then my doctor called me back herself (which never happens. It's always a nurse) and we had a really good chat. She addressed all my concerns and told me hers and I hung up having decided to stick with the induction after all. It helped that I'd had some serious contractions for several hours that day plus a few other icky labor signs that don't need to be mentioned here and was feeling a lot more like maybe my body was ready after all.
On Tuesday afternoon I put Stinky down for a nap and laid down myself. Around 3 I woke up with a couple painful contractions. I sort of dozed for another half hour when I realized things were kind of...wet. I rolled out of bed and, sure enough- my water had broken!
I jumped in the shower real fast since I knew Aaron should be home from a meeting at any minute. I blow-dried my hair. I put on makeup. I called my dad to come stay with Stinky. I double checked my hospital bag. No Aaron. I finally called and asked, "Are you going to be home soon?" He replied, "No, I've got some stuff I need to do." So I replied, "Um, can you come home? My water broke." He headed home.
My dad came over to grab Stinky while Aaron and I headed off to the hospital. It had been just under an hour since my water broke and things were getting painful fast. They took one look at my face in triage and set me up in a bed immediately. They confirmed that my water had broken and hooked me up to a monitor. They also gave me the rather disappointing news that I wasn't even quite dilated to a one.
|Last picture before I donned the beautiful gown|
After over an hour of excruciating pain (seriously, no one told me that contractions feel like you're getting STABBED) I asked if I could have anything for pain relief. I still wasn't even at a 2 so they offered me Stadol. I took it.
As it turns out, Stadol is kind of a nightmare. It takes you to weeeird places without really making a huge difference in how much pain you're feeling. However, it DID allow me to relax over the next couple hours, which got me dilated to a 3. They mercifully gave me an epidural while I jabbered about how much I looooved the anesthesiologist and the nurse and the lamp and the gown and the linoleum and.... (Stadol. Not even once, kids).
I dozed for a couple hours and made it to a 5.
An alarm started beeping and my doctor came in. Since I was attempting a VBAC they had the baby on continuous monitoring and she stared hard at the screen for a minute before turning to me. "Kayla, you did really well and you gave it a great try, but now we need to get that baby OUT, ok?" I nodded.
They rushed me down the hall to the OR. Within minutes, we heard our baby cry.
Of all things, I wanted to know how much he weighed. With Stinky being premature and under 5 pounds I was SO curious what an almost 40-weeker would clock in at. I asked like 3 times before they finally weighed him- 8 pounds 4 oz!
With Stinky's c-section I felt NOTHING but, for some reason, with Baby 2 I could feel...stuff. Not pain, exactly, but after Baby 2 was out I could tell there were hands rooting around my insides. They called Aaron over to cut Baby 2's cord but he looked at my face and said, "Um, I think I better stay with her." After a few minutes of escalating panic over the hands in my guts, the anesthesiologist knocked me out.
I woke up in recovery to see Aaron snuggling our new baby. It was kind of novel to have the baby WITH us since Stinky had gone straight to the NICU. We toasted. We snuggled. We marveled at his red hair and full cheeks. We waited for feeling to return to my toes.
A few hours later Stinky showed up to meet his baby brother.
We found out later that the placenta hemorrhaged during labor, which meant Baby 2 was no longer getting anything from me and I had some internal bleeding. Again, I'm SO thankful for c-sections. It's possible that neither of my babies would be here and there's a chance I might not be here either. Emergency c-sections aren't exactly fun but I'll certainly take the operating room over the alternative.
Baby 2 was born 6 days before my birthday. We called him my little birthday present.
Baby 2 has always been a big-time mama's boy. The other day Aaron called his brother in Hawaii and Baby 2 asked to talk. "Hey Jeremy...did you know I like mom the best?" We joke that he's our Buster.
He still a little bit red-headed. He's also our loud, funny, rambunctious kid. He started talking early and pretty much never stopped. He's super affectionate and has been talking to and kissing my belly almost since the day we told the boys that we were having a baby. We're a little worried about how he'll handle not being the baby anymore but he's been promising his sister that he'll take the BEST care of her so hopefully her entry into our lives won't be too traumatic for him!
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