my October baby decided to be a September baby (long post)

My surprise gender baby wasn't due til October 12 and on Tuesday September 26th everything seemed like a normal day! I went to work, (luckily we packed our hospital bags that night as well) and even went to the movies that evening. When the night was over we came home and basically went to sleep, here's where it got crazy/ weird.

On September 27th at about 3 am I had to go to the bathroom 💩. I went, came back to bed, and everything was fine, then I started to get this tingle in my lower back and I thought maybe I had to use the bathroom again but once I wobbled back in there and sat down nothing happened so I got irritated and tried to get some sleep. When I laid back down the back "tingle" got more and more intense, and it seemed to be coming every 2 maybe 3 minutes. It. Was. Horrible. I just laid there and cried I have never felt any kind of back pain like this in my whole life. My husband got up around 5 and was about to leave at 5:30 and he came back in the bedroom to kiss me goodbye and he noticed I was crying so he asked if we needed to go to the hospital and I told him I don't want to drive all the way there just for them to tell me to go home. So I got up with him and I walked around a little bit and text my boss and told her what was going on. She told me to call the after hours doctor at the hospital and to keep her updated. We called the after hours doctor and they called me back. All she basically said was drink water, lay down, if the pain gets worse come in the hospital. Well I tried laying down again but it seemed to hurt worse the more I laid down. I felt a little better just walking around but we kept timing these "back pains" and they were still consistent every 2-3 minutes. I stayed miserable til 8am and that's when we left for the hospital. 

When I got there they made me fill out paperwork (who knows what all I was signing. I was just so much in pain and I wanted the girl to shut up and get me something to make the pain go away, I did not care!) and they made us wait in the lobby while they get a triage room set up for me. We FINALLY get a triage room after maybe 30 minutes and the nurse sets me up to that machine that times your contractions. They were consistent and would keep reoccurring every 2 minutes 

All while being next door to this poor girl who,I'm not even kidding, she sounded so sick like she was dying. I kept hearing loud moans and yelling and sounds of her forcing herself to vomit. Poor lady. But tbh it made me uncomfortable, like I wish they would have moved me to a different room or got that poor girl some relief. the nurse checked my cervix and I was a 1 maybe a 2. That sounded bizarre because the last 3 weeks I wasn't even dilated at all! She said she'll come in and check in another hour and see if I progressed any. I told her I had to use the bathroom and she showed me where it was. When I finished my business I wiped and my mucus plug started coming out. When I went back to my triage bed I told that nurse that my plug was coming out and she was like great, I'll check on you in another hour. 

After sitting in pain for another hour She comes in and checks me again and I was a 2 but starting to be a 3. She said she's going to call the doctor on duty to come and take a look. So I sat in agony for another hour waiting on him. He comes in the room finally and said he's going to check my cervix and I wanted to die (I liked my little small petite dr. She had small hands and this male doctors hands seemed HUGE compared to hers, ugh) so in fear I laid back and let him check me all while I'm having these horrible back contractions and he said I'm definitely a 3 and it looks like I'm going to have this baby today. I remember wanting to cry. I know it's selfish and stupid but I really wanted an October baby. I wanted them to give me a pill or something to just make the pain go away and send me home. 

So I finally get set up in a room and I had these 2 sweet nurses that took care of me. I told them I was terrified of getting an epidural and getting a catheter and they told me they would walk me through everything and it'll be fine. (I wanted to do an all natural birth but  that all changed once I was having back labor. ) the epidural was fine and quick and the catheter felt like a tampon going in. It's so strange to think that when you overly think something and get so worked up about it, it ends up being so easy. The doctor came in and gave me more paperwork to fill out, and he was going to break my waters and start me on pitocin. When he did his thing he told me that my sack has already been broken and asked if I remember a gush of water coming out anytime. I told him no and he basically said that's not good. He said if my water broke a long time ago that could mean infection for both me and my baby (which scared me) I tried thinking back and unless it broke one of those times I went to use the bathroom early that morning I have no idea when it could have broken on its own. 

one of the nurses checked me and I jumped from a 3 to a 6 and the next hour I was a 7 the next hour 8 then finally a 9 I remember thinking man this is going really fast. I told my husband to take my phone and keep everyone updated because the kept texting me asking me how I was and I just wanted to sleep. He told them all "shes at a 9 and She's about to start pushing soon" well I was at a 9 for HOURS they tried everything to get my cervix to open up more. They gave me a peanut ball thing in between my legs. They tried all kinds of things. The nurses had a shift change and told me not to worry  that the night nurse is really nice and I'll love her and they wished me good luck. The next nurse was just as wonderful as the last 2. I found out she was pregnant with her first and like me she isn't finding out the sex til the baby is born. We waited and waited and hoped and prayed that I would finally be dilated to a ten and she checked me and I was still a 9. Not too long after the doctor came in and told me that my baby is face down but he's sunny side up, his heart rate is going down, I was starting to get a fever and they didn't know if the baby was getting one too, and they were scared since my water could have been broken a long time ago if the baby may possibly have an infection and since it's taking way too long he thinks it's best to do a csection. All I could do was look at my husband and he nodded so I told the doctor ok. He said he was going to set up and they would come get me in a little bit. I was terrified. I have never been in any kind of surgery ever, so I face timed my friend who just had a c section 2 weeks ago and she assured me that it's easy, just the aftercare really sucks. They rolled me back there and told my husband to put on this gown, hair cap thing, face mask, and I think some shoe covers. And they told him to wait outside. When I looked back at him I saw him get teary eyed. Everyone in the room had to lift me on this table and the anesthesiologist upped my epidural. I couldn't move my legs at all but I could wiggle my toes. They made me lay my arms straight out and put these towels on them, and they put a gas mask on my face and I told them I feel claustrophobic. Thankfully they took the mask off and then my husband finally was able to come in the room. He sat down next to my head and the dr said I'm not going to cut you but I need you to tell me if you can feel this. I couldn't feel anything and he said great. Let's have this baby. He also asked "so y'all really don't know what you're having" and we told him no and he said ok. (That's a dumb question, like who would lie about that lol) I felt like he was taking forever. I looked at my husband for assurance or just anything and he nodded every time I would look his direction. He kind of looked like one of those big yellow guys from monsters inc, like he didn't even really look like my husband with all his "gear" on but he kept nodding like everything was ok so I felt a little better. 

I finally heard the baby cry and the doctor said congratulations it's a boy! And he brought the baby near us to get a good look. Once they got him out and sewed me back up they put me back in my bed and rolled me back in my room. I was so ready to finally just be able to hold my baby. I felt like they were taking forever with him. Then the nurse brings him out and gives him to my husband 😑 like really lol. 

Once I Finally I got to hold my son and they wheeled me into another (super tiny claustrophobic) room I asked them if it was ok to keep him in the nursery for the night (since I was exhausted and had been up since 3 am) and they told me that "they don't do that" I was so mad/ sad/ exhausted but I was just like ok whatever. 😒 if we give this baby a sibling I will not be going back to this hospital. My nurses were amazing but that's about it. The next morning those same 2 sweet nurses came to my room and congratulated me and checked to see how me and the baby were doing and they were loving and doting all over my son. I thought that was really sweet. I was going to make little bags for all my nurses but I didn't have time so I remembered I bought like 20 bottles of soap from bath and body works last week so my friend brought them to the hospital and I made sure to give them to all the nurses. They seemed to really enjoy that. 

Thanks for taking the time to read my story I know it was super long and God bless all you mamas out there. Don't get distraught if your little one comes early or late, babies obviously have their own agenda lol  you are all strong and you got this! 

Ok here are some photos of my sweet boy. Meet Dalton Henry, exactly 7 pounds and 19 inches long born  September 27th at 10:44pm. I was sad he came 2 weeks early but that just means we were blessed to have 2 more weeks of loving on you ❤️