My Birth Story - Scary 😬😳

On October 25th I woke up feeling irregular, light contractions. I thought they were Braxton Hicks, but I called into work anyways to take the day off since it was so close to my due date (October 27th). Throughout the day, the contractions stayed irregular, but started to get closer together and a little more painful. I called the doctor at around 11am, but they said the wait until they were every 5 minutes and so painful that I couldn't talk through them. So I sat around the house waiting for something to happen, but they seemed to be getting farther apart instead of closer. I was disappointed that it wasnt looking like I was going to meet my son that day after all.

At around 4pm my water suddenly broke. Let me tell you, that changed everything. My contractions instantly got so painful I couldn't talk through them, and were coming every 2-3 minutes. We live 40 minutes from the hospital, so I was starting to freak out that we weren't going to make it there. Plus, I was GBS positive and was worried that we wouldn't get the antibiotics on time.

After the longest car ride of my life, we got to the hospital. I was dilated 6 cm and 100% effaced. Within 30 minutes, I was 10 cm and feeling the need to push. I pushed for an hour and a half, but the baby wasnt descending. I decided to get the epidural at that point. I just couldn't take it anymore. They waited about 45 minutes after I got the epidural to give the baby time to descend on his own. When he wasnt making progress, I started pushing again. I pushed for another 4+ hours. At that point, the baby was not descending fast enough. He was showing signs of stress, and passed meconium in the womb. The epidural had worn off, and I was feeling everything, so they decided to do an emergency c-section. They had to push the baby back up into the womb to undo the little progress we had made (which was super painful) and took me to the OR.

The anesthesiologist gave me more meds to numb me again. It took a while for it to work. Having contractions while being strapped down to the table was terrible. Once they got to the baby, they saw that his head was cocked at a weird angle and was wedged in my pelvic bone. He never would have fit no matter how hard I pushed. They pulled him out, and he wasnt breathing. They rushed him out of the room and around the corner to work on him. That was the scariest 90 seconds of my life. I was so relieved when I finally heard his little cry. He spent the next day and a half in the NICU for monitoring. Luckily, he passed all the testing, and I finally got to meet my son a day after he was born.

This definitely wasnt the birth story I thought I was going to have, but I am so thankful that he is ok and doing so well. My 9lb. 2oz. 21" long little love 🥰❤🥰