On November 28th, thanksgiving 2019, I had contractions since 1 am they began to be time-able and basically consistent at 6-8 mins apart. They weren’t five minutes apart so I did nothing but wait it out.

The 29th I woke up again at 1 am with consistent 6-8 minute apart contractions, I called my obgyn and he let me know if I can smile or breathe through a contraction it wasn’t time and that it would take me “20 hours to go from 1 cm to 4 cm” but I literally timed them until 5 at night and called again, thankfully another doctor was on call and said to come get checked. I get checked, writhing in pain from every contraction, and they say I’m still 1 cm. I felt defeated it was about 9 pm when I get home and I can’t sleep. Contractions became so bad I had to hop in the shower or sit in HOT bath water until I could bare to move again. I began holding onto the sink of the bathroom breathing through each frequent contraction, I didn’t have the ability to track any contractions I was in too much pain, the shower stopped helping so I went to my exercise ball and laid on it butt naked in front of my heater, and then I had the urge to vomit after lingering in and out of consciousness on the ball. I ran to the trash in my room and vomited and I just knew it was time. My boyfriend wakes to me being sick and I beg him to call his mother who is riding us to the hospital, she was there in like four minutes. 😂 when we get to the hospital only like 8 hours after they sent me home they checked and said I was 2 cm and I would need to progress to be admitted, I tried to walk but every few steps I held the wall and swayed. When they checked me again I was a 3 so they admitted me, an hour later i was a 4 and my doctor said that’s all she needed and we could move forward now. I said “I can get the epidural now?” And cried and my boyfriends mother cried and fifteen minutes later I was getting the MAGIC EPIDURAL. Let me just say I was a whole new person and life was so much better since that moment. So they gave me the epidural and I had relief within ten minutes! By 11:15 am they began giving me pitocin to help make my contractions more consistent and stronger. My right side was bake to move labor better than my right but I didn’t feel anything after that epidural!!! I was checked again around 12:30 but I didn’t say much and a few minutes later the rest of his family arrived, his dad, and grandparents were in the room at this point, just talking about my contractions on the screen, if he would have hair and what his name would be (we weren’t sure at all). The nurse kept saying maybe you should get some rest, I assured her I’m fine, but she kept stressing it. His family volunteered to leave when she said that she didn’t want me to say I’m too tired during labor since I’m not trying to sleep lol. So they left and my boyfriend left with them to get food. I fell asleep... when I woke up an hour later my boyfriend was in the room, and he was looking at me (seemed in disbelief). The nurse came in and asked if I got any rest and then told me she kicked everyone out bc I was at 10 cm and fully effaced! She wanted me to have my energy for pushing. His mom comes back in and so does the other nurse and we do some pushes, it felt like 30 minutes worth and eventually they said doctor would be in to help. I remember talking the whole time, telling them how crazy it is that kourtney kardashian pulled her first baby out, asking my boyfriend if he was going to pass out bc he was leaning on the bed by my head looking SHOOK and just making snarky comments😭😂. The doctor appears (she definitely just woke up from a nap)& in seconds has gloves on and is all ready to go, I push maybe two more times and she just pulls my baby boy out. I felt nothing, not ring or fire, not even pressure. I thought I was still practicing pushed. I just knew a guys of water and the baby came out and he cried and I just say “what?” I was in total disbelief as they set him on me momentarily 😂😂😂 I look at my boyfriend like what did we just do?!? The doctor begins to stitchme up (“less than a first degree tear”). My boyfriend and his mom go over to the weighing station and watch baby get cleaned up and me and the doctor keep asking his measurements before they yell back 7 lbs 8 oz and 21 inches long!! I notice how much stuff is set up around me, bloody rags, metal tables. I didn’t even notice any of it until now. They bring him over and lay him on me and I say “oh, he’s cute!” 😭 he had my lips very obviously and I was just in aw. From here it’s a blur. My boyfriend and his mother go with them to give him a bath and swaddle him up at the nursery. In the mean time the nurse helps remove my catheter for me and helps me to get up to pee, I couldn’t so puts the catheter back in. I couldn’t walk very well as I was numb and they had me wait about an hour before moving us to our recovery room. We got all set up in there and it just was magic. I got a shower that night, loved the hospital food, was shook to pee every time. I thoroughly enjoyed putting my comfy new dress and robe on the next day. I felt myself again.

I’m sure I missed a few details but my experience was wonderful.

My boy is my everything now, I love him 100,000,000x more than I’ve ever loved anything! ❤️

Malcom Storm Havens

November 30, 2019

7 lbs 8 oz

21 inches