I guess I should Share

I love reading birth stories and since my little man will be 6 weeks tomorrow, I figured it’s probably time to share ours!

On March 13 at 6:10 am, my husband kissed me goodbye and headed to work. I felt a tiny pop the moment he kissed me but I didn’t think much of it because it almost felt like an air bubble and there was no gushing.

I woke again around 7 and went to put a liner on because Gosh dang it my tiny bladder! I honestly thought I had peed a little.

So, I was up, I made a bowl of cereal (Cheerios for the win) and bounced on my exercise ball. Changed my liner. I packed my hospital bag. Changed my liner. Put together the care baskets I planned on bringing for the L&D; staff. Changed my liner. Finally, I thought to myself, “I can’t honestly be peeing this much!”

So, I packed up the car, put a towel on my seat and started the 45 minute drive to the hospital.

I called my husband on the way and he picked up and said, “It’s time, isn’t it?” I told him I thought so and I’d meet him there.

So, we get to the hospital and all of a sudden the floodgates opened in the elevator! Whoops!

Triage confirmed my water broke and admitted me around 11am.

I walked, I skipped, I danced, I did everything I could to get real labor going. No contractions, no progress. Finally, around 2 in the afternoon, the doctor recommended Pitocin.

At about 5pm, my plans of a natural birth went straight out the window. I’d had 3 hours of intense contractions and I wanted that epidural!

Sweet relief!

So I sat back and waited for the fun to get going. During the night, baby’s heart rate was dropping so they kept turning me from side to side.

Finally morning came!

I was feeling nauseated and asked for some sprite. Hubby went to fetch.

At about 7:10, the doctor came in and checked me. I was only 9cm. 😩 He has me push a little to check baby and that’s when things got crazy.

Doctor said, “Emergency” and the room filled up with so many people so fast. And hubby wasn’t back with my Sprite yet! I started yelling for him even though he was 5 floors beneath me at Subway.

They wheeled me to the OR and at 7:29 am my husband made it to my side. And at 7:30am, our ears heard the most beautiful cry ever. Our son, Brock Alan, was finally here!

6 pounds, 3 ounces, 18inches long.

My husband went to count fingers and toes and brought him to me, I looked at his beautiful face and felt more love than I thought possible. I looked over at my husband and said, “Happy Anniversary, Honey!” ☺️

And here he is on his birth date:

And here he is today:

Apparently my pelvis was just too tiny even for his tiny noggin... 🤷‍♀️ The pressure on his head was causing his heart rate to drop with every contraction and when I pushed, his heart rate plummeted so drastically. The doctor who delivered him said he got him out “just in time”. I didn’t ask “Just in time for what?” But, I’m thinking we were close to something bad happening.

Anyway, if you made it this far... yay!