What better way to kick off my blog than with my birthing story. Let me start off by saying it was quite normal and not dramatic at all (well maybe a little). Our due date was November 7th, 2015, but as that date grew closer, we started to realize that wasn’t going to be the day of the big SHA- BANG. I had a pretty normal pregnancy. The first five months were the hardest. I had terrible “morning” sickness that lasted all day and night. They say the second trimester is the golden one and let me tell you it was delightful. The third trimester, Rylee fell into position and stood there until the day she arrive, so naturally I had a foot in my left rib the entire time. The Thursday before my due date, my fiancé and I were able to pick a date for me to be induced and we decided on November 16th. On Thursday the 12th, at 9:45 in the morning I had another routine weekly appointment where I was asked if I would like my membranes to be stripped. Hmm… what the heck does that mean? No, literally that is exactly what I asked my doctor. To put it lightly, she said she was going to invade my personals with her fingers in a circular motion to try to separate the bag of water from the sides of the uterus. This could potentially put me in labor. The moment I heard those words uttered I said let’s do it! So for 2 minutes of awkwardness, a little pain and some discomfort she was done. She mentioned that she took me from 1cm dilated to 3cm dilated and if I had any pain or go into labor to give them a call. Of course I thought to myself “yea, yea this kid doesn’t want to come, this was all for no reason”. So I left the doctors and met my fiancé downstairs and BAM first contraction.
The entire day, I had contractions every 6 to 11 minutes. There was no long stretch of time without, they were constant and only getting more intense. We called the doctors offices and they told us to wait until the contractions were five minutes apart for an hour, or until my water broke. By midnight, the pain was so intense that I called and fibbed a little and said they were 3 minutes apart. I know, it was wrong but I was tired and in pain. I was also anxious because I was positive for Group B Streptococcus or GBS. When we found out, they told us I would need antibiotics before the baby came so it wouldn’t be passed to her. I wanted to make sure that happened before she arrived. During labor if not treated prior, the bacteria could be passed to the baby, which can be very dangerous for the baby.
(Before we left to the hospital)
Brandon and I walked to the hospital with a couple of stops on the way because of the contractions. When we arrived we were placed in a room with four beds that were not occupied yet. There they had me change into my gown and started to measure my contractions. The doctor came in after being hooked up on the monitor for only 15 minutes and said that my contractions weren’t quite that close (at that time 5 minutes) so she wanted me to walk around the labor floor for an hour. I wanted to cry. At this point the contractions were the most intense that I had felt. I couldn’t walk when they hit, staying still didn’t help and I was trying my best to not making any noises. I mean it was 2 0′ clock in the morning. Remember at this time I had been having contractions since 10 am, so for about 16 hours now and I hadn’t slept like a big dummy! A half hour in I told Brandon I was getting the epidural the moment the hour was up. I really wanted to go without it for as long as possible, but at that point my body needed rest and the pain was taking its toll. At 3 o’clock the doctor finally said I could lay back in bed and I told her I was ready for my epidural. The anesthesiologist came within 15 minutes of my request and I was ready. They raised my bed to where my feet where resting on Brandon’s lap and I was hunched over the edge holding his shoulders. I had a contraction the moment the needle was put into my back and I got really scared because I thought I was going to move, but Brandon kept me calm and talked me through the entire time. Ah… I did it. They finished the epidural and I laid in bed. At this point I could tell when a contraction was coming and I felt my stomach begin to tighten and thought “oh no, I am going to feel this”, but nothing. No pain, no cramping just peace. EPIDURAL YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so excited to sleep and sleep I did… until 7 am when the parents showed up lol.
(Before the epidural)
The moment I found out I was pregnant my hopes were to have Brandon, my mom and my mother in law in the room during the delivery. Luckily, my nurse was really sweet and let us know that I can have as many people I wanted in the room as long as they weren’t a distraction or it didn’t get too crowded. When we were in the room, those three people stayed throughout. After being set up and comfortable, my doctor came in to check on my progress. I wasn’t dilating as I should so she broke my water and started me on pitocin. When they broke my water, all I felt was a gush of liquid on my thigh and it doesn’t all come out at once. I continually felt the liquid come out for about an hour. At some point, I was bought some chicken broth and an orange icy. I was so hungry so I went for the icy which helped. At around 1:30 pm I started to feel pain again. I immediately asked the nurse what was going on and she had someone come in and give me what they called a “top off”. They added medication to my iv and it helped somewhat, but there was still some pain. My nurse Gina, who by the way Gina if you happen to be reading this THANK YOU! YOU ARE AWESOME, explained to me that the epidural was beginning to ware off and at some point they turn it off so when I had to push, I could feel a bit. Brandon and I didn’t take any classes or anything but Gina literally saved me. She told me that when the time got closer and closer, I was going to feel all the pressure in my bottom. She told me the longer I took the pain and let my body do what it had to, the less likely I would be pushing for a long period of time. She told me when the contractions started to pick up, to try to breathe through it without making noises because that only made it worse and to try to hold out as long as possible. I LISTENED!
Shortly after our talk, I wasn’t feeling so great and I think my body just couldn’t handle the top off because I kept throwing it up. The doctor came in again around 3:30 pm to give me some more, but I just threw it up again. At around 6, the contractions started to really pick up and by that time the epidural had worn completely off. All I can say was the pain I felt, was all in my bottom. I think I actually said to the doctor there is no way this baby isn’t coming out my butt, because that is where all the pain was. A new nurse came in and said she was taking over for Gina because another patient was about to have her baby. “WHERE”S GINA I NEED GINA” poured out of me, I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it without her. My doctor also was being switched because of the other patient. My new doctor came in, introduced herself and asked to check me. When she checked me she said the baby’s head was right there and I was fully dilated. She said to push to see what my progress was. At my next contraction I pushed. She immediately said “OK NO MORE PUSHING. ITS TIME”. Like a flash my room started to be transformed. They broke apart the bed, the doctor and nurse got dressed and my heart started to flutter. Brandon stood to my left guiding me the whole way and my mom holding my leg and my mother in law front and center, it was time. My doctor said when I felt the contraction to push so I did. I can’t explain what the pain felt like, but I remember saying to myself just get her head out. I felt like every time I stopped pushing her head got sucked right back in.
While pushing, I had the biggest blessing. All I could think when the pain began to really pick up was that I wish my Grandma was there. After I pushed Rylee’s head out, all I remember was my mom telling me to open my eyes and look over to the side of me. Standing there was the nurse who was with my Grandmother her last week in the hospital. She was holding my leg crying. She told the doctor and nurses “this family is special, I took care of their Grandma”. At that moment I knew my Grandma was with me and I hope she was proud. I pushed for a total of 9 minutes and finally Rylee was out. Rylee did one little cry and that was it. She looked into my eyes and I was in love! She came out at 8 pounds 1.1 Ounce, 20.5 inches long at 6:49pm. My Grandma’s nurse came to me afterwards with tears in her eyes and touched Rylee’s head and told me I did a good job. It will forever be the greatest moment in my life, not only because of Rylee, but because of Grandma too.
(The moment she arrived)
My big baby girl is perfect in every way and is continuing to grow and surprise me everyday. I hope what she’s able to teach me, I can share with you all!
(Our first night as an official pair)