Birth Story & no warning signs!!

I was 19 years old & my due date was December 15th, 2019. At my last OB appointment at 39+2, we talked about induction and I had my cervix checked. She said I could be induced on my due date, which made me ecstatic! I couldn’t wait to meet my baby boy and I was miserable. I had to start my maternity leave at 37 weeks because of complications with my blood pressure so I was basically at home super bored with nothing to do except chill with our cats and watch Netflix.

Ok, back to my appointment. I had been having period-like cramps for the past week, but my cervix was only dilated to a 1, the same it had been since I was 35 weeks. I remember her saying “you’re very soft & his head is super low” ... well no wonder lol I’m about to pop! But I thought for sure this boy wasn’t coming out until I was induced. My due date was on a Sunday, so I made a “to-do” list for Saturday of everything that needed to get done before his arrival. I thought of driving to the hospital before the sun even rose to be induced and how excited I would be. I thought about my husband being there with me for everything since he wouldn’t be at work. BOY WAS I WRONG!

Quite literally the day after my OB appt I was relaxing at home and at 3:30 pm I felt a strong cramp. I texted my mom “I just had a contraction, maybe this is it!!” I texted my husband the same thing. I got on my yoga ball and bounced away. To my disappointment, I didn’t have any more cramps after. I texted them and said “never mind 😭”

Oh well, I thought. I just gotta make it until Sunday.

Later that night I decided to buy a new sims game for my computer as I hadn’t played it in forever and thought, why not! I have nothing else to do. Y’all, I spent $30 on this effing game that I didn’t even get to play🤣 I waited over an hour and it was only 70% done downloading.

I laid on the couch with my cats and felt another cramp. I sat up to see if it would get better but it didn’t. I had read that “real” contractions get worse when you switch positions. So I stood up. And at 7:05 pm exactly I felt a HUGE GUSH. It felt like a balloon popped between my legs!!! I was like no way. NO WAY. I just stood there trying to figure out what just happened. Did I pee myself? Let me go to the bathroom. I peed. More fluid came out after. I stood up and more of it gushed out. My pants were soaked 😂 I texted my mom and told her, so she and my step dad came over to drive me to the hospital since my husband was at work. My poor step dad, the look on his face I’ll never forget. My mom was like “do you want a pad???” I had stuffed a small towel in my underwear and was waddling around the house still packing my hospital bag, packing my husbands stuff, etc. while going through the list on my phone. “Nah I’m good” I told her. She’s like “um, should we be going to the hospital?” I said “yeah just hold on I have a few more things to do first.” 😂

Mind you, I havent even lost my mucus plug. Not even part of it. My son never dropped. I didn’t have back pain. Nothing!

We got to the hospital and I had some slight contractions on the way there, but nothing consistent. When I got there they had me change into a gown. I took my pants and underwear off and more fluid poured onto the ground. You guys, I’m wiping my fluid off the ground with my pants 😂😂😂 I thought maybe I needed to pee again, so I hobbled to the bathroom ACROSS THE HALL and leaked all the way there. I’m literally clutching my vagina with one hand and holding my gown with the other so my ass isn’t hanging out 😂 I peed and wiped, and felt sooooo much slime. I looked down and there it was! My plug!! My first thought was “shit is getting real”

They hooked me up and admitted me, and I was dilated to a 3 almost 4. By this time it was 9pm, and my husband got to the hospital around 11. All hell broke loose once he got there, and I got the epidural at 5 cm. My body progressed quickly, but stopped around an 8, so I started pitocin. Not even 20 mins later I told my husband to call the nurse. It was time to push. They told me I probably wasn’t ready yet, but I insisted they check me and the nurse says, “time to push honey!”

I cried. SO HARD. I was soooo scared. I told my husband I was too tired. Too nervous. I couldn’t do it. He pushed me through.

Labored for 11 hours, pushed for 2. And my sweet boy made his arrival at 39+4 on December 12th, 2019 9:07 am💙

Meet Callum

7 lbs 11 oz

20 inches long

He is now almost 6 weeks old 🥺

*picture of my cats for reference 😂