March 20, 2015

Baby J's Birth Story

Finally, the post you've been waiting for! It has literally taken me an entire day to write this, ha, hello life with two! As you know, our son was born on March 3rd. He's already over two weeks old, I can't believe how fast time flies! With a due date of March 24th, we were not expecting such an early arrival. In case you didn't know, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes at 31 weeks. Following the diagnosis I was able to have a growth ultrasound, as I was measuring small and wanted to see how he was doing. After that ultrasound it was decided that I would have them weekly. J was two to three weeks behind in gestational age. I wasn't too concerned since Miss A was 5 lbs when she was born- totally healthy, with no complications.


As the weeks went by J did show growth, but my doctors wanted to also do weekly stress tests. I was hooked up to a monitor to check his heart rate. Every stress tests was normal. It wasn't until March 2nd, when I went back in for another stress test and ultrasound that there was a reason to be concerned. The ultrasound tech measured the amniotic fluid and told me it was low, dangerously low. I don't know if I was in denial or just thinking there was nothing to be worried about, but I was so not prepared to hear that I needed to go to labor and delivery to be induced, that same day. 



My bag wasn't packed. Miss A was at a friends house. My husband was supposed to work that night. I was 36 weeks and 6 days, which considering all things, was great since I was about to be considered term the next day. The doctor was positive this was the best thing to do for baby and after putting my husband on speaker phone so he could hear, I burst into tears. 

I'm sure it was the planner in me- freaking out that I didn't feel 100% ready for this baby to come. I thought I had more time! I wanted to spend more time with Miss A, I wanted to deep clean the house, I wanted to tackle some freezer meals...you think you have all the time in the world, but now I see I should have been more prepared.


Once I got over the initial shock it was time to figure things out. I didn't have to go immediately, so I went home, called my dad and mom on the way, and a friend to see if Miss A could spend the night. As soon as I got home we packed our bags. Luckily I had already started and had a list of everything I wanted to take. I packed Miss A's bag, my husband cleaned up the house a bit; I couldn't stand the thought of bringing a baby home to a dirty kitchen, ha! He called work and managed to get the next three days off. When we were all set we met my friend to drop off Miss A. That was SO hard. Cue more tears. She was so excited once she found out she was going to 
spend some time with her friend, have a sleepover, and go out for ice cream! Her willingness to go made it so much easier.



Then we were off to the hospital! We got to the labor and delivery floor and were told that a room wasn't available yet. Talk about being disappointed. We waited, and waited, and waited...for about three hours. ._. When we finally got our room, I saw our doctor, who would later be the one to deliver me. She had a few ideas on how to start the induction process. Instead of starting with pitocin, she suggested a foley bulb...I'll spare you the details, but once it was in place, contractions started on their own. They weren't too bad so I figured I'd wait a while before requesting an epidural. We tried to get some sleep, I was given some pain meds which made me loopy, and a sleeping pill. I didn't sleep much, as the contractions gradually picked up in intensity and nurses kept coming in to see how things were going. Five hours later, my contractions were VERY intense. We were pretty surprised, thinking we weren't going to meet our son until the next day. Luckily that was not going to be the case! I requested an epidural as the pain was pretty bad at this point, and suddenly my water broke. 


So much happened after that. Contractions were super strong, I soon felt the urge to push, and nurses flooded into the room. There was no time for that epidural! Which was okay with me, I was READY. Baby J was ready. We were all ready. Five strong pushes, and he was born!   




I was thrilled, to say the least. If you were to have told me I'd be giving birth without an epidural, I would've laughed. Somehow I did it and lived to tell about it. :) We are so happy that he is one strong, healthy little man. Nursing is going well, he is back up to birth weight, and we are all adjusting to being a family of four.   

3 comments:

  1. Wow, Mama! So glad that your little man arrived safe and sound after that scare with the amniotic fluid being so low! Glad that your doctors were on top of things and made sure that both you and baby were safe and healthy! And congrats on giving birth without an epidural. I don't know how you did it!!!

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  2. Yeah! Nicely done, Mama! Not the ideal timing for you I know, but your birth story was just about ideal!! So many congratulations.

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