Stinky's Birth Story | Baby 2's Birth Story
After Baby 2 was born my OB moved away. I transferred to a new doctor who I ended up LOVING. She was open, supportive and unhurried and her office was full of people who remembered me by name.
From the get-go my new OB was totally open to having me attempt a VBA2C but I never felt very good about the idea. My previous attempted VBAC was terrifying and, ultimately, I made the decision to schedule a repeat c-section. My doc was, as always, supportive of my choice and scheduled my October 14th c-section back in April. The baby ended up settling into a frank breech position around 20 weeks and would NOT be moved so it was probably a good thing that I never set my heart on a vaginal delivery.
I never felt a single contraction with Stinky and only had a handful with Baby 2 before my water broke. This time around I had them constantly. I felt like I was in early labor for a full month before she was born. This had the unfortunate consequence of making feel like a total crazy person. I woke up many nights at around 1am with timeable, uncomfortable contractions that would last for an hour or two and then peter out. I kept thinking maybe I'd go early but then my appointments showed no progress.
On Monday, October 6 I felt sort of icky and off all day. I was a bit relieved when the nightly contractions got started earlier than usual. They kicked in around 6:30pm and I thought to myself, "Oh good, let's get this over with so I can get some decent sleep tonight!" Except instead of dying out like usual, they kept going. By 9:30 they had become quite uncomfortable and seemed to be closer together. Also, the baby wasn't her normal wiggly self. I texted my mom, "Hey, it's probably nothing but I'm having a lot of contractions and the baby isn't moving much. If they don't stop I may want to go in and have her monitored." At 10pm I called my doctor. She sounded half asleep and told me to go in. "I can't check you over the phone. They'll call me if you need me!" I decided to give it another half hour and see what happened. I put an ice pack on my belly to try and get the baby moving.
At 10:30 I admitted defeat and texted my mom to come over to stay with the boys. I was worried about the placenta giving up like Baby 2's had and I really wanted to get a monitor on the baby. Also, I was getting pretty uncomfortable and figured they might give me something to help ease the pain until the contractions stopped. I wasn't timing them but they seemed rather close together.
Aaron and I put our bags in the car just in case the baby didn't look good on the monitors but as we pulled out of the driveway I said, "Ugh this sucks. They're going to send us home at 2am and we are going to be total zombies tomorrow." Aaron nodded, "Yup."
They got me on the monitors in triage and asked me questions for 10 minutes, during which I had 4 contractions that were painful enough that I couldn't really talk. The nurse left to call my doctor and returned bearing an IV kit and an entourage. "Well," she held out a hand for my arm as another nurse gave Aaron a packet of scrubs, "looks like you'll be having a c-section in 30 minutes. It's baby time!"
Aaron asked why, worried that the baby was in distress. The nurse shrugged, "Well, she's in labor and in obvious pain."
Somehow, it hadn't actually occurred to me that the contractions might be the real thing. I was mostly just worried about how the baby was handling the squeezing (fine, apparently).
As Monday rolled over into Tuesday, October 7 I officially (according to my most conservative due date, anyway) hit 38 weeks as I signed consent forms.
Then I waddled my butt to the OR accompanied by nurses, the anesthesiologist and Aaron.
My boys were both emergency situations so it was a totally different experience this time around. No one was in a hurry. People cracked jokes. It was fairly relaxed, which helped me not to panic about the fact that I was minutes away from major surgery. They got me numbed, scrubbed and draped and then brought Aaron in.
|So glad to see Aaron!|
Both boys were out pretty quickly but with this baby they took their time. At one point I remember thinking, "Is she STILL not out yet? What are you people doing down there??" Aaron distracted me from all the pushing and pulling on the other side of the drape by talking about the numbers on the monitor by my head like he knew what they were. "Ah yes, I see you're at 110. That is exactly what I like to see, you're a model patient! Oh, and that 72 is fantastic..." The nurses giggled.
Then the anesthesiologist (who, small world, is my friend's brother) told Aaron to stand up and start taking pictures over the drape because our baby was coming.
I finally heard my baby cry!
They took her over to get cleaned off and I told Aaron to go be with her. I was suddenly exhausted. The anesthesiologist patted my arm and told me to take a little nap if I wanted.
|Check out those wonky breech legs! They've since relaxed into a more normal position.|
She was our gooiest baby yet so it took them a while to get her cleaned off. I really wanted to see her but I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I finally just relaxed and closed my eyes for a bit while they cleaned her up and looked her over. They called out to me that she weighed 7lbs 12oz.
After 10 minutes or so they brought her over.
I held her for a few minutes but then had to ask Aaron to take her. I was so tired I was worried my arms would give out and I'd drop her. He took her to the recovery room and I settled in for the patching-up process. I drifted in and out but never really fell asleep since the spinal makes it feel like you can't breathe very well (even though you can...it has something to do with numbed nerves not realizing that your chest is moving just fine). The anesthesiologist was fantastic...he stayed by my side and reassured me that the numbers on the screen really WERE perfect and I was doing great.
After what felt like FOREVER they wheeled me into recovery with Aaron and the baby. I snuggled her briefly but, again, was worried that my arms would give out and handed her back to Aaron.
|Hanging out in recovery with me while daddy went to ask a question|
We finally made it to a post-partum room just before 2am, which is when I had originally predicted they'd be sending us home. Ha.
|Big brothers came the next day (Stinky had a bit of a cold so he wore Aaron's surgical mask from my c-section). They both wanted to see her umbilical cord stump.|
|Framing this one|
This has been my easiest recovery yet. I stayed in the hospital for 4 days with both boys but I was dying to bust out of there after only 2 days this time. I was up and around no problem just a few hours after surgery and one of the nurses told me I was one of the easiest recovering c-section patients she'd ever seen. I think it's because my surgery was so much gentler this time and I also think the abdominal binder they strapped on me after they finished dressing my incision helped a TON. I remember walking hunched over, holding my mushy belly in place after my boys were born. This time the belly binder did that for me and gave me some core stability so I could get around more easily.
Nursing has been harder than with Baby 2 (she sometimes prefers screaming to latching and my supply is total crap) but we're figuring it out.
Mostly, this week has felt like a gift. I was scheduled for a c-section this morning at 6am so the past 7 days have been bonus snuggle time with my sweet girl!