My birth story! Better late then never..lol

Well I'm three weeks late in writing this but here goes:

I had really believed that I would deliver early, mostly because I kept loosing pieces of my mucus plug and having excruciating pain mostly daily. As each week pass and at each weekly doctors appointment starting at 37wks I was finally 1 cm dilated and 70% effaced. Whoo hoo, I thought any time now. Nope, 38wks stayed the same, well OK let's try sex honey. Not quite sure if it was satisfying for him but definitely wasn't for me and the only reason I even tried was to try and induce myself. At 39 wks I thought yep should be some kind of progress. Umm, nope still the same. Oh my goodness I really thought I couldn't handle it anymore. I broke down at home because I thought literally I can't last one more day. 40 wks comes and the day before I go to the doctors I have contractions all day. I thought it was time but they fizzle away. At my appointment I'm dilated to 2cm. Hey at least I made some progress. I thought my doctor was going to induce me that week but he decides to wait another week but tells me he's sure I will be in that weekend to have my baby and if not on Tuesday the 18th at 6am I will be induced. I wanted the baby out so bad but my last pregnancy I had to be induced and I had complications so once he said these words and the date was set I got nervous and scared. I now wanted this little boy out on his own. The only thing would be that my doctor wouldn't be the one to deliver if I went any day besides Tuesday. On the Friday before I went for a nst to make sure all was well and it was. So induction was confirmed unless he came on his own before then. Well I definitely didn't want to try sex again and figured if he wanted to come he would. Well he decided inside was where he wanted to stay. So Tuesday at 6 am me and my fiance arrived at the hospital. The nurses get me into the delivery room and set me all up with the monitors and putting my iv in. Then they start me on a low dose of pitocin around 7:30-8am when the nurses switched their shift. I had already asked for a epidural ahead of time and the nurses asked me my pain scale I had to reach to then want it. I say 3. So now we wait. When they checked me before they started the pitocin I was at 3cm. So we are waiting for the pain to start..lol. It wasn't long before I start feeling the contractions. The nurse comes back in and ups the pitocin. By 10am they are pretty consistent. And my fiance is fascinated by how high the numbers are going. It's starting to get pretty painful now. So I asked the nurse for the epidural. I had decided because the last baby I had the epidural had worn off and I had felt everything, that this time I wanted it as soon as possible and I didn't want to feel anything. So now I'm starting to get stronger contractions and tell the nurse I'm at a 5 on my pain scale and is the anesthesiologist going to be here soon? Well of course not, this is why I had asked so early on because I was anticipating the wait time incase he was busy. So I'm breathing through contractions,my fiance is trying to clam me and talk to me but I don't want conversation ,no right now I need to concentrate and try to breathe through the pain. Finally I hear the lovely sound of the tool box and hear a male voice. Yes! The anesthesiologist has arrived. It was like he was carried in on the wings of angels..lol. I continued to try to breathe through the now very consistent contractions that are now coming right on top of each other. I then start wondering how I will be able to stay bent forward and not move through these horrible contractions. But I breathe through one last one and look at my fiance and say"sit me up quickly". So him and the nurse get me up. And the nurse raises the bed and places a chair in front of me and tells my fiance to sit in the chair and let me hold on to him. I'm having another contraction at this point and have to breathe through that one before I lean forward and hold as still as I have ever in my life. The anesthesiologist starts. I have another contraction in the middle of him doing it but he gets it in and I start to feel a little relief. Not like I remembered. It had took the pain away at the top of my stomach and a tiny bit away at the bottom by the birth canal. I get laid back in the bed and the nurse checks me again. I'm at a 5. They up my pitocin again. I lose track of time and have to continue to breathe through contractions. I'm not in the severe pain I was in before the epidural but I can literally feel my son lowering into the birth canal. I just try to breathe. But as time passes it hurts more and more. It's starting to become unbearable again. I'm trying to stay quiet and focus on contractions and to breathe through the pain. But it's not working for me. I tell the nurse I don't think the epidural is working anymore. And that I can't handle the pain, it feels like it did before the epidural. She calls the anesthesiologist back. It takes him like 20 minutes to get back in there. It felt like an eternity. He gives me some kind of dose. Like a lot all in one shot. And it takes alot of the pain away again but I feel my son lowering still. Once he leaves things get crazy. I'm not sure how long after but the nurses come in and say the baby's heart rate is dropping. They want to try rolling me on my side and see if he may be on his umbilical cord. They do that and decide to check me. I'm at an 8. They roll me to the right. And nothing, his heart rate is still dropping. They then try the left. And still nothing. They decide to put an oxygen mask on me. When that happened I realized things were really serious. I was starting to get scared. My fiance had chose right after the anesthesiologist had left to go get a snack. When he comes back I'm on oxygen and I see him and start crying. I tell him his heart rate is low and that I'm scared and he reassures me everything will be OK. Then the nurses start tearing my bed apart to get ready for delivery and flip me on my back. It was all happening so fast. My doctor walks into the room and starts suiting up. Now I'm petrified,excited nervous and a whole bunch of other feelings. The doctor tells me the baby is in distress and he needs to come out now. He says to let him know if I feel the urge to push. Well I don't i say. He then says on the next contraction I want you to grab your knees and bare down and push. I have the mask on still and I feel like I can't breathe. I think I was holding my breath. But it started scaring me. I gave a push as hard as I could and I could feel every bit of it. It was so painful. All I remember thinking is I know all I have to do is push him out and the pain will go away. That first push not much happened. He tells me every time you get a contraction push. A nurse is right there beside me and my fiance and another nurse are on the other side. The nurse on my right is close to my face and telling me when I get a contraction wait until it peaks and then push with everything you got. I still feel like I can't breathe. I tell thrbnurse I don't think I can do this. And she coaches me ND tells me I know you can do this. I'm so scared I want him out so I start trying to push early. And she tells me wait, wait, OK now. And I grab my knees and scream as I push as hard as I can. It hurts unbearably. I tell her I think I might pass out. She tells me deep breaths. My fiance is there telling me to breath and stay calm. He says I can see his head. I look and there is my son's head. I can't believe I actually made progress. My doctor then tells me not to push. My son is stuck. His head is out and his right shoulder is almost out but his other shoulder is stuck. He uses his fingers to stretch me so I won't tear and tells me with this next push, push with all you got and it doesn't matter if you swear, yell, or scream but you have to get him out. So I take a few deep breaths and the nurse standing by my fiance puts her hands above my pelvis and the other nurse tells me when my contractions are there and then she says push. I pulled on my knees and pushed with everything I had left in me, the nurse with her hands on my pelvis shoves down so hard I thought whe was going to go through me and the doctor pulls all at the same time and....... Bam out comes my son. It was an instant feeling of relief. The doctor had already suctioned some of his mucus out when he had stopped me from pushing. But he suctioned the rest if it out and places him on my chest. It was so surreal. I just don't think I can put into words what I felt at that very second. My fiance got to cut the umbilical cord and then he came over and kissed me. I told him to grab his phone. And he started taking pictures. He took a couple and then said smile babe. And I mustered up a smile even after such a painful experience. My life is complete and I can't believe it's all because for 10 months and one weeks I carried him inside me and then had the strength to push him out of my body. I chose to breastfeed. I had never done that with any of my other children. And it is the greatest thing I have ever experienced. I can't keep up with how much he is eating so I have to switch him to formula, but I'm OK with that. Because for me I accomplished something I thought I would never accomplish. And I beat myself up at first about it but my son being fed is what matters to me. I hope everyone enjoyed my story. I know I definitely loved reading every one else's stories.

Meet:

Isaiah Jeffery Ahl

7lbs 6oz

20in long

Born at 1:22pm on 10/18/16