The weekend of June 21-23 2013, I started having pains in my pelvic area. It hurt to sit down, stand up and especially when I tried to lay down on the floor. I kept telling my family at swimming get together at my brother's girlfriend's house that the baby was coming this week. I just had a feeling he was on his way. I felt different and the way my pelvic was hurting I knew he had to be coming soon even though I wasn't due until July 4th.
After church that Sunday, my pastor and his wife came up to me and prayed with me at separate times. My pastor's wife and even told God at the end of her prayer, we were ready and ok if he came that night!
I had an appointment on Monday at 11:30. I made sure I ate before so that I wasn't hungry if I did have to stay. I also invited my sister to come along knowing that my doctor said she was going to try to schedule an ultrasound at this appt. and my sister had been dying to go with me to one. Plus my husband was working and two other guys were already off that week. He could have gotten off but it would have been a little bit harder for him. My mom watched my sister's kids so she could come with me. Now looking back, I'm glad I had the company, or it would have been one long day for me!
On the way to to the hospital, I said a quick prayer asking God for an answer at my appt. as to when he would come. I was to the point where I was uncomfortable and ready for an answer...some type of hint as to when we would be having little man.
At my appointment, my doctor hooked me up to the monitor to check contractions, baby's heartbeat, and movements. Everything looked great! The baby was not stressing at all and my contractions were still not close enough; however the couple weeks before this, she had found protein in my urine and I had a couple of high blood pressures. therefore, she decided to go ahead and send me over for an ultrasound. She said if ultrasound looked good which she was expecting it to, she would see me again on Thursday, exactly a week before my due date and more than likely induce me that day. I couldn't wait to call my husband to let him know we would more than likely be having the baby that week! I called him before we even got on the elevator. He asked if I wanted him to come for ultrasound, but I told him my sister was going to be with me so he didn't have to get off work.
My sister and I went over to triage to get my ultrasound. During my ultrasound, they found that my fluids were low and my placenta looked 'old', but the baby looked great and was not stressing or showing any signs of stressing! He was a tough little guy! They had us wait until they got a hold of my doctor before releasing me. Well after getting a hold of her, she decided to keep me that night. My sister called my husband and arranged for him to come get her keys so when he went home to get all the stuff we packed, he could drive her car back and we would only have one car at the hospital.
By this time it was already almost three. My doctor let my sister pick me up some food before she started the thinning of my cervix. This was the first of my delivery not being all natural like I was hoping; however, I went with what they felt was best.
My husband and I played Racko and enjoyed each other's company that evening while sending out texts to family and friends that our baby was on the way.
That evening I started having back pains that would come and go. I struggled with sleeping because I had so many thoughts running through my head about what the next day would bring. When morning finally arrived, around 6:00 in the morning, they started inducing me by starting me on pitocin. My back really started hurting. My husband was great at rubbing it for me and pressing the heating pad on it when I was on the ball. I also tried sitting on the rocking chair for a little bit. Sitting up definitely helped! Apparently I had been having contractions the night before and during all this and didn't know it. Come to find out the back pains I was having was actually the contractions.I was having back labor. My baby was head doen but face up.
At 7:30, my doctor came in to visit and see how I was doing. She, along with my nurse who was amazing, decided to go ahead and break my water. (next thing that was not on my natural labor expectations) That pain was miserable...probably the most uncomfortable part of the entire process! After they broke my water, I really started feeling the pain. I would tell my husband, one was coming and have him watch and let me know when it had peaked so I knew it would only get easier after that. It worked out well until they had me turn onto my hands and knees in hopes to turn him so he would be face down. That really caused the pain to get stronger. I finally decided on IV medicine around 11 or so to help relax me, however, I am pretty sure it just made me drowsy and the pain worse! I could feel my back start hurting and get really intense and then relieved. When they realized I was having back labor, they had me sit on my hands and knees and rock back and firth to try to get my baby to turn. This made the pains ten times worse! I just kept repeating the Bible verse, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." I had several other verses written down to help me get through the labor; however, this one was the only one I kept repeating that would keep me calm and help with the pain.
Around noon when I was between 5 and 6 cm and 75% dilated, I had the nurse start me on liquids just in case I decided I wanted an epidural. By the time the liquids were in me I decided to get the epidural because I was having back labor. I had two contractions while they were giving me the epidural; however within seconds of having it, I couldn't feel any contractions at all. I was even able to nap for awhile!
By 3:00, I was at 8cm and 95% dilated! They told me as quickly as I was progressing I should have my baby by 5 or 6 that evening!! However, at 5:00 when they checked me I had not progressed at all. :-(
At 6:30, I still hadn't. My doctor decided to call in a doctor for a csection just in case. By this point I was in tears. All I wanted was an all natural birth and from the beginning nothing was going the way I thought it would. At this point all of my siblings except my oldest brother was at the hospital along with my parents and Jason's parents. However, there still was no baby. We allowed them to come in the room because the way it was looking, I would be having a csection at 9:00 that night. I cried knowing this was what was going to happen. My husband prayed with me. My 2 year old niece got upset seeing me cry and wanted to leave. She even tapped my belly and said, "Ok baby I'm here. You can come out now." Poor thing she didn't understand why there was no baby yet.
My friend came in and prayed with me also. I received texts and facebook messages from friends and family that had csections as well as talked to my doctor and labor nurse about their csections. By this point, I realized that my plans were not God's plan! I was finally ok with how things were going. I knew that if we waited any longer, my baby may start stressing because by 7:30-8 when they checked me again, I was so swollen I was tighter than 8cm. My cervix also may have started swelling a lot more if I wouldn't have agreed to a csection. I knew God gave me the doctor and nurse that he did for this reason. I knew that the csection, being induced, getting water broke, having an epidural all were part of his plans to keep me and my baby safe and healthy.
At 9:00, we were taken back for csection. Jason had to wait outside while they prepared me for the surgery. Once they allowed him in, he took pictures and watched as they brought our baby into this world! At 9:25, our little boy arrived!! Jason was able to cut his chord and bring him over to me where I got to give him a couple kisses! My first thoughts were, "He's not that big!" And when they first tried to get him out, I heard someone say he was stuck in the birth canal. This worried me, but when they said he was out, I wondered why he wasn't crying, but then I heard that beautiful cry and saw a beautiful, flawless little boy. The only thing I wondered was what the little bumps were on his chin.
We were then taken to the recovery room for an hour where he was immediately put on my chest for skin to skin time so I could breastfeed him. While they were helping me feed him, my husband fed me a red Popsicle. It was the most refreshing thing since I hadn't eaten since the evening before. Our moms tried to sneak back to see us but was asked to leave. When we did go back to our room around 11, my siblings and both our parents were waiting on us to meet our little boy! My husband's dad went to McDonald's to get me a coke and chicken wrap! It made my night!
After everyone left around midnight, our baby boy was taken to the nursery for shots and a bath. Jason videotaped and took pictures for me since I couldn't go see.
The next night when they took him to get his hearing checked and other tests, I remember getting upset and nervous wondering why he wasn't back. My husband who was sleeping on the couch, wouldn't wake up when I kept asking him to go check on him. When they finally brought him back into the room, he was in a different outfit. I started panicking thinking he wasn't our baby. By this time my husband woke up and found our outfit we had on him under his crib and he showed me his bands so I knew they matched mine. I remember praying with him as I was feeding him. He looked right up at me the entire time I was praying and then as I said amen, he closed his eyes. It was the sweetest moment I had with my little one at the hospital!
I also remember when we had visitors in the room and no one could get him to stop crying. As soon as my friend handed him to me, he instantly stopped. He already knew who mommy was. It was so neat knowing he already loved me and felt content with me! It even made my friend cry when she saw him stop!
One of the best moments I had with my little boy those first few days was right after we git home (6/30) /i was praying with him after feeding him. He was watching the wall, but when I started praying he looked up at me andwatched me the entire time I prayed!. Then as soon as I finished, he closed his eyes and fell asleep! I love those small moments with my little man and the Lord!!! It's those moments, I know God had his hands on us the entire pregnancy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!