I never ever wanted kids...a 🌈 baby story

Now I’m so obsessed with my baby 😂

Once we hit 25/26 we figured if we wanted a baby, we should probably get on it. We still weren’t 100% sure we were ready or would ever be ready but we figured we’d let nature do its thing.

My husband and I tried for two years to have a baby, and we ended up with a miscarriage and finally a year later we got pregnant for real. I think after the miscarriage it made me want a baby even more, because we were just starting to get excited and realize it was really gonna happen and then it was taken away.

I was due October 27th; which was crazy because my first pregnancy that ended in a miscarriage had the exact same timeline, I just think I was due October 30 that time, so it felt like it was one of those “everything happens for a reason moments”; especially since my husband and I had always said “I hope we have a Halloween baby” (it’s our favorite holiday) and we ended up with just about two Halloween due dates in two years.

We always saw ourselves with a little girl; my husband wanted a girl so bad he grew up with two brothers, I had two sisters and I just don’t know what to do with a boy.

We went to our anatomy scan; soooo nervous it would be a boy...and it was 👀. My husband had a really hard time with it; I thought I would, but I got over it really fast and just got excited to have a baby in the end. My husband got better with the idea over time.

I had an over all textbook pregnancy. Never had any issues or symptoms really the entire time. My husband joked that “I bet we’ll actually have him on his due date since everything had been so perfect”

—record scratch—

I worked up until a week before my due date. I’m a stylist and a server so I figured between both jobs I’d be on my feet enough that he’d probably fall out at 38/39 weeks.

Weeeeelllll both weeks came and went...we tried everything to naturally induce labor. 39 weeks I was 100% effaced and a centimeter dilated so I’m like “huh. I guess it’ll happen this week”.

My due date came and went...and so did the end of October...

My 41 week appointment I went in and was checked and I was still 100% and 1; so my doctor tried to do a stretch and sweep...he was a doctor in the practice I hadn’t seen yet, but I had seen all the others so when I went in he was like “we’re going to have to induce you because we don’t really like people to go 5 days past their due date and you’re over a week past. I can get you in tomorrow morning”

Since my husband and I hadn’t really dealt with this doctor before we were like “well maybe we can wait and be induced on Wednesday if the sweep didn’t work between now and then” (it was Monday) since my regular doctor could deliver us on Wednesday.

I REALLY didn’t want to be induced. I wanted to go all natural. I didn’t want pain medication; or an epidural; I wanted to labor at home as long as possible and in the tub/shower when we got to the hospital. So again, Tuesday my husband and I did everything we could to naturally induce myself.

Wednesday morning came along and off to the hospital we went. Its weird planning a stay in the hospital like you’re going on vacation 😂

Anyway we get admitted and settled and started on pitocin by 7:30 am.

I’m not taking any pain meds and I’m trying to keep an open mind (I was still trying to go without I was just a little discouraged because I had heard pitocin contractions are a lot worse than natural ones.

Contractions started picking up around 12/1 but still weren’t terrible; maybe 5 min apart lasting a minute or so; but I wasn’t making any progress. My cervix was so posterior and I was still only a centimeter. So I get out of bed and walk around as much as I can; I bounce on the ball; and it’s actually kind of making them go away. So I’m annoyed; I get back in bed and immediately have this never ending contraction in my side is what it felt like. I was in so much pain I was nauseous. It subsided a little through the day but never fully went away.

By 4:00 the nurse came in and checked to see how I was; I told her I think I might need the epidural because I was in so much pain and couldn’t do anything about it. I was so irritable, I didn’t want anyone touching me; I couldn’t use hydrotherapy or walk around like I wanted, all I could do was sit in bed and suffer.

She went to get my doctor to check me again; and I hadn’t progressed at all. So he suggested I go home and rest and eat and try walking around a bit on Thursday; and then we could come back Friday morning and try it all again. 💀💀

I really didn’t want to; I feel like I sat in that hospital all day in sooo much pain and it was all for nothing 😭

But we did. Friday we were back bright and early and the doctor delivering me that day was the one from Monday that we hardly knew.

We went in and he was so positive. He was so good about how this baby was gonna come out today. He was confident I’d be okay without a c section but would make this an aggressive induction.

I started pitocin again at 8:30 or so, starting at 80% effaced which is weird because for a month I was told I was 100%; 1cm dilated and station 0 baby.

I agreed to the epidural around 1 because I still wasn’t progressing and the doctor believed I was tense and maybe that was my problem; they wanted to see if I could relax enough to go into labor.

Literally once I got the epidural I dilated another centimeter; my cervix moved forward and he could break my water 🙃

I labored for maybe 5 hours and was checked and was at 6 cm at 6:00; around 11:00 I was checked again and was still at 6; but this doctor was able to stretch my cervix another two cm right then and there. He was like “I’m expecting a baby in the next 4 hours or so”

Things got real from then on. I couldn’t feel my contractions, but OH MY GOD the pressure to poop was TOO. REAL. I was soooo uncomfortable for 4 hours or so. I thought I was literally going to shit out my insides.

Around 3:30am my nurse came to check on me and was like “how are you feeling?” I told her I literally feel like I am going to poop so hard. She was so calm and was like “good! We want that!” I wasn’t sure if anyone was gonna come to check me or not so my mom went out to ask when she went back to watch my monitors. She said she was gonna go grab my doctor. Everyone was so calm and didn’t seem frantic at all so I was nervous they were gonna say I wasn’t ready.

I got checked around 3:50am and he’s like “you are 10cm and he is CROWNING”

Holy shit that’s what that pressure was 😂

40 minutes of pushing and two stitches later, this kid was FINALLY OUT.

9lbs 6.6oz 22 inches long on 11-9-19

My sweet Jensen Beck. The boy I never knew I needed 🤗🥰

One day short of 42 weeks pregnant. I literally cannot believe he fit inside me 😂