Our new baby boy made his grand appearance into the world on:
July 25, 2010 at 11:17PM
Weight: 8lbs 9oz
Length: 21 inches
July 25, 2010 at 11:17PM
Weight: 8lbs 9oz
Length: 21 inches
We are so in love with him!
Here's the birth story:
Saw the doctor Friday July 23rd and was told I was 2 cm dilated. I felt it was imminent so I went through our birthing books post-it noting all pages for Matt to read. He removed them all, sending me into a panic that I would birth alone. Saturday night, we had dinner with friends and I felt fine. Went to bed at midnight and woke up with water trickling down my leg -- my water broke in bed! It was 4:45AM and I ran downstairs to wake Matt up. It was surreal. We packed up our bags (which we started but never finished) and got to the hospital at 6AM. Got set up in Triage ( still 2 cm, 2 IV pokes --1 of my veins blew-- and started on the penicillan) and was in my room by 6:45am.
The doctor on duty (one of the nice women OBs) came in and suggested I walk to get going because her partner, who would be on duty in 2 hours, would want me on pitocin. So instead of sleeping, we walked the halls, did labor lunges, etc and my contractions got more regular. My mom showed up around 10am. My contractions were good, I saw the Doctor and I was put only on a small dose of pitocin. That made them a little stronger - i.e. as we walked the halls, I would stop and close my eyes through each one. The next time I got checked I was 4cm! Progressing! Of course the doc was miffed I was not on an epidural at this point, and I asked the nurse, "Does he not like me?" He was then called a "curmudgeon." Through active labor (4-6 cm) I labored in the room on the birthing ball, against my mom & Matt, visual imaging... it worked fine.
At 6cm, I was feeling it strong so we got in the shower and Matt had the jets on my back as I sat on the stool. He was absolutely the most amazing labor coach in the entire world. He was my rock, my savior through it all. He calmed me in the shower to relax me, and I did visual imaging of running a marathon. Then we switched to laboring on the toilet and Matt was kneeling in front of me on the hard floor until the nurse brought him a pillow. When she came back and asked "How are you feeling?" He said, "I'm fine thanks." and the nurse is like, "No I mean her." Matt has been laughing about that ever since! By this point he probably felt like he needed some relief ... and me too. I had to ask for some drugs by this point. I did not want an epidural, so I got checked at 7-8cm and was given Stadol. For 1 hour, I could relax having the pain down 1 notch, and Matt held my hand. I remember telling the nurse, "I don't need 0 pain, I can deal with pain, just not this much."
When the pain came back (with full force) I asked for more drugs. By then I was 9 cm and if she gave me any Stadol it barely worked. But I quickly advanced to 10 cm (the doctor came in for the 3rd time and declared I was complete and left) and a new nurse, one who was trained at different types of pushing methods, came to start us pushing. This was 9PM. So for the next 2 HOURS I pushed in different positions, with the squat bar, across the balance call, with a sheet tied to the squat bar ... I can barely remember how I felt. With every contraction I just tried to bare down, but about 45 minutes before the birth is when things got serious - more nurses came in to help me everyone was calling me a trooper and encouraging me every step of the way. Matt had one leg, my mom had the other and I was pulling on these bars against the bed as the head crowned. The doctor finally arrived and helped me along. When the baby came out, sure I felt the ring of fire, but by that point who the hell cared. I got a 2nd degree tear (no episiotomy, yeah!) which I did feel. It was sweet relief as he was born at 11:17PM.
Unfortunately, he had the umbilical cord around his neck and body so he was blue and limp. I did not know anything, but Matt and my mom saw it - the agony they must have felt. He had to get rushed with the nurses so Matt could never cut the cord and I couldn't have him on my chest. The NICU nurses and doctors were called to recessitate him and when he was deemed good, he got weighed, wrapped and finally brought to us. While all that was happening, Matt stood by my side as I delivered the placenta and stitched me up (which took forever and hurt despite the local anesthetic - I kept saying, "Ow, Ow" and knew that if I hadn't just labored 18+ hours I would have lept off the bed).
I was so happy that I did this as natural as possible, I was determined and I did it which amazed me as much as it did everyone else. The next day, one of the nurses even came to visit me to tell me that @ L&D I was a hero and it was the most amazing birth she's seen. As well, she said Matt was one of the best labor coaches she had ever seen. It made the 2 of us feel so great -- we can't stop talking about it. (and I will never post-it note anything for him again!)
But we finally had our little boy in our arms and were the happiest people ever. As I wrote in his baby book, "Your father and I have dreamed of you, and now you have come true."



















