born January 17, 2013
By the time I published my post on packing a bag for a hospital birth and got headed to my OB appointment that day, I knew things were getting started. I had been contracting fairly regularly for over 24 hours and when the contractions didn’t stop at the Dr’s office, my OB felt we had about a 48 hour window before I would be in full fledged labor.
Around 8pm on the 16th, things stalled out and I tried to take heart in knowing this happens quite frequently for me and usually once things get back to moving again, it gets pretty intense.
Intense would be an understatement.
Around 11:30 pm, I had a pretty decent contraction. Around midnight, they started in fast and furious with only about 15 minutes in between. Next thing I knew, they were only a couple of minutes apart and extremely painful.
At 2:00 am, I managed to wake my sleepy husband (adrenaline is a beautiful thing, let me tell you!) and we headed out the door. Now, here’s the part I don’t care to ever relive. We had a 40 minute drive to the hospital. There was a part of me that wasn’t real sure I could make it. Ty had things in the vehicle just in case we couldn’t make it, but I wasn’t in the mood for a roadside birth and purposely (yes, purposely) forced myself to NOT relax because I knew the second I relaxed, things would progress beyond what I could handle in a car.
Ty got behind a mail delivery truck (oh, the irony) that happened to be speeding and rode in his wake for a while with me howling and moaning the whole way. The contractions just would not let up (something that has only happened to me twice before). I finally told him I thought we needed to call the hospital so we didn’t end up standing at the front desk for 15 minutes like the last time. Well, Ty couldn’t readily find the phone number to the hospital and drive at the same time, and I wasn’t going to be searching the internet anytime soon, so he called 911.
Not the smartest thing we’ve ever done.
Love the service 911 performs, but the questions they asked would have been hilarious had I not been in labor. They asked if I was awake. (Remember, I’m hollering!) They asked if Ty was with me. (See previous parenthesis.) They asked Ty to pull over when he was only blocks from the hospital. I heard them say that and hollered, “Don’t you dare pull over!”
Finally, we pull into the hospital parking garage and after a little confusion over how to actually get in the hospital, we met a nice lady coming out who grabbed me a wheelchair and pointed us in the right direction. (Later, my dear husband would pay this service forward when he met a young couple in labor in the parking garage the next day.)
Thankfully, the 911 dispatcher did actually call the hospital, so when we got there, they were expecting us. They also had orders to call my OB immediately because last time she did not make it to the birth.
At this point, I’m starting to try to get myself to a place where I can relax and while the contractions still continued to pile on top of each other, I wasn’t quite as bad off. However, I could not labor as I usually do because the things I usually do just were not working. Plus, we knew from previous labors, that my best chance at having another successful VBA2C involved me laboring semi-reclined. I decided to take an epidural because the VBAC is more important to me than an unmedicated birth.
Labor was progressing quite well, but toward the end, we had to start pushing baby from the outside into the proper position because despite being complete, he was not coming down. (thank you, diastasis recti)
And then the game plan changed. I began to feel breathless. And then I felt dizzy. And then the blood pressure cuff set off an alarm. My blood pressure had dropped to 70/30 and I remember closing my eyes and thinking how I knew it was time to push, but there was no way I could do it. Visions of c-sections began to dance through my brain and I wondered how in the world I was going to actually have this baby. They gave me some IV fluids and some medication to bring my blood pressure up and my doctor said as soon as I felt like I could do it, it was time to push. Ty says all of this was only a matter of 10 minutes or so, but in my head, it felt like an hour.
I finally felt normal again (Praise the Lord!) and began pushing. After about 6 pushes, my husband announced, “Baby has hair!” He knew that would encourage me because I was really, really wanting a dark haired baby this time (ah, the simple pleasures!). A few more pushes and Baby Creed was here! The whole room burst into, “It’s a BOY!” Yay, my dark-haired little boy born on my Grandpa’s birthday! I was over the moon!
My grandma holding Baby Creed – she was so happy he came on Grandpa’s birthday.
The hospital we delivered at is top-notch and very focused on the mother/father/baby relationship, and we could not have been more pleased with our experience there. They do an hour of skin-to-skin time right after birth where little to no tests/measurements/etc are done. After that, they weighed Creed (I hear the staff was taking bets on how big he was, and several came back later to find out!). They also gave me a full 2 hours of recovery time where they basically left me alone with the lights low and no visitors. It was so nice to just get to sleep and take in my new little boy in all his cuteness! After that, they moved us to a HUGE room that even had a bed for Ty! We spent the next two days drinking in the wonder of our newest addition.
Now, its time to share that wonder with all of you as we introduce Baby Creed to our family and to Raising Arrows! What a joy it has been to share the journey with all of you!
Creed’s Going Home Outfit – picked out by Daddy
(he likes to keep it simple so the baby takes center stage!)
Daddy lovin’ on little Creed
(I’m convinced Ty becomes more and more enamored
with each new little one the more we have!)
Creed snoozing at home.
I could stare at him for hours…