I love reading other people's birth stories on their blogs! I think once you become a mom, you're immediately interested to hear how everyone else gave birth. You can nod in agreement of learn something or think, "what the heck?!" to everyone's story. Actually, I liked birth stories before I even became a mom, so maybe it's just me and my love for babies. Regardless, here's how Otto's birth played out!
You read this post on how we had a
trial run before the real thing happened, right? Every stupid pregnancy book will tell you that when the time has come to have your baby, "you'll know." I'm here to tell you that's complete crap, as evidenced by a second time mom having a trial run. You don't automatically know anything. Shut up pregnancy books. Anyway. Moving on.
It's 2:30am on Dec 18 and I wake up to my water breaking. I think. I wasn't really sure. There was no move-dramatic "gush" and and immediate shriek of, "OMG, my water broke!" just thought to myself, "That's weird" and went to the bathroom. Being 2:30 in the morning and only having contractions every 10 mins or so, I decide to go back to bed. No sense in being sent home from the hospital again, right?! At 4:30, I woke up from a light doze to Otto moving viciously in the womb. And then, I got my dramatic gush that confirmed my water had in fact broken.
I tell hubs what's going on and decide to take a shower. I speak to my OB and she says to head in to the hospital. I kid you not friends, I had to play navigator to my husband AGAIN. He still had no clue how to get to the hospital despite our trial run. Man has a negative sense of direction, I tell you what...
We get checked in and assigned to a nurse named Steve. He was hilarious. I was wearing black stretch pants with a cardigan and he was setting up my tests to confirm that my water had indeed broken. He says, "Awwww, see I already know your water broke! Women who come in in black stretch pants water's are always broken! They don't wanna ruin they nice pants!" Steve my friend, you were correct! And your sense of humor and jolliness at the end of your shift at 6am really brightened my day.
Henry was an emergency c section, and I knew I wanted to try a VBAC with Otto. Turns out that when you VBAC, you have to constantly be hooked up to monitors for the baby to make sure they're doing ok. So there I was at the hospital with broken water, only 3cm dilated and stuck in a hospital bed. Not my dream labor situation, but hell - WAY better than another c section! So we settled into our room and chilled.
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Between 6am and 11am, I hadn't dilated at all, despite my contractions getting much stronger. The nurses pulled out a breast pump for me to trigger even larger, more consistent contractions. The contractions came - the dilation did not. So 11 hours into labor, I was given pitocin. That stuff is NO JOKE. Within a half hour, my contractions went from painfully manageable to MISERABLE. I was sweating in pain, gripping the handles on the bed frame and moaning. So at 1pm, I called it quits with my natural childbirth plan and got an epidural. That was pretty much the best decision of my life.
After finally getting comfortable, I was able to nap a bit. At around 3:30, I could start to feel contractions again, so I look at my monitor to see if that was really what was happening. They were at the top of the charts for strength! The nurse came in and told me that there's a window of getting more medication before they can't give it to me anymore, so I opted for another dose. As I was waiting for the second "top off" on my epidural, I started to feel really ill. I chalked it up to the epidural, but something just felt off...
I got more meds and the contraction pains went away again. The nurse said she'd check my dilation again in an hour or so. "No... I think you're going to want to check me now" I told her. A resident waked in just then, and I told her I thought I needed to be checked. All she did was lift my blanket and said, "Well, I can see the head! He has hair!" Turns out the illness I was feeling was my "transition" and that pitocin got me dilated from a 3 to a 10 in about three hours!
We waited for my OB to arrive for an hour. Nurses monitored Otto and he was chillin nicely at my crown. I had a good dose of meds so I was chillin nicely waiting to push. It was all good! My OB finally arrived and it was time to push. See, I thought pushing was a constant process until you got the baby out. Oh no - you have to wait for each contraction to roll over you and push with the contraction. I put my hands on the top of my belly so I could feel when they came and could get to pushing. It took me 8 minutes to get Otto out, most of which was waiting for the contractions!
That was those yoga and barre abs I maintained throughout my pregnancy, and gave me the strength to get the job done! Just another reason why working out while pregnant is so important. Ok. PSA over.
Otto came out screaming at 5:08pm, weighing 6 pounds 9 oz and 20 inches long. Long and lean, just like mommy and daddy! I had him latched within 15 minutes, and he's been a great nurser ever since. I did manage to get a good tear, but it wasn't a big deal with the epidural. I'm SO happy with my decision to VBAC, and can tell you all with 100% certainty that a c section is SO MUCH WORSE than having a vaginal birth. Why women elect for those I don't know, but I hope I never have to have another. I was up and walking in a few hours with Otto, and driving my car 3 days later. VBACer for life over here!