We recently mentioned in our hospital bag post that you shouldn’t be upset if things don’t go according to your “birth plan”, so why did we bring this up? Well because…experience.
With Brentley and Gracelyn I had a set birth plan, and let me tell you, neither one of their births went according to plan.
With G, I planned on a natural/unmedicated birth. It happened, but not the way I had imagined. Being almost a week after our due date we were induced at 7:23 am and had our beautiful baby girl by 9:53 am, so to say it happened fast is an understatement. Once they started me on the induction medication the contractions came on strong and didn’t let up. So after about an hour of SUPER intense labor, where I may or may not have almost bit my then boyfriend (now husband’s) hand off, I was resigned, and decided to get an epidural.
The hospital I was at required the room to be cleared for the insertion of the epidural, so everyone, including my husband, was asked to leave. While the anesthesiologist was inserting the epidural my body decided, IT WAS TIME, and for those of you who have been here, you know what I’m saying. My body wanted, no NEEDED to push.
So here I sit, alone with an anesthesiologist and nurse, bearing down and grunting forcing myself to ignore the urge to push, while the anesthesiologist was doing his thing. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only 10 minutes, the anesthesiologist declared he was done, and what happened next happened so fast I am surprised I remember it.
As soon as the words left his mouth, I was on my back with legs up and let the nurse know I was ready to push. She however did not agree, since she had checked my progress prior to the epidural and at that point I was at 6 cm (not the 10 cm needed to deliver). Much to her surprise, my claims were confirmed after a quick glance between my legs, were she was shocked to see our baby’s head. She immediately called for the OB and additional assistance.
Not even a minute later additional staffed rushed into the room, and the orginal nurse left to retrieve my family. My family and the OB entered the room almost at the same time. By this time I was well into my 2nd round of pushing, and not two pushes later our sweet baby girl was earth side. Born at 9:53 am at 6 lbs 12 oz on September 24, 2014. Her head was misshapen due to being stuck in the birth canal and ultimately, my hips caused a large hematoma. It was then while inspecting the damage I had done to my sweet baby’s head, I realized I could no longer feel my legs, which I voiced aloud. My OB just looked at me and chuckled while saying “That would be your epidural”
B was a whole other set of unexpected events. My birth plan was to again give birth naturally, and while I did go into labor naturally this time, the latter didn’t quite work out for me. Maybe, I just wasn’t cut out for it, but who knows. All I do know is that I don’t regret making the decisions I did.
2 weeks prior to my due date I woke up around 11:30 pm with very mild contractions and continued to monitor them until around 1:40 am. By this point they had consistently been 3 minutes apart for almost an hour and a half. However, I was extremely hesitant to wake up my husband, as the contractions had been consistent but were very mild compared to what I experienced my first time around. Eventually I decided I would rather false alarm than deliver at home, so I went to his side of the bed and gently nudge him while saying “hey babe, I think it’s time” at which point he told me, “are you sure?” Honestly, I wasn’t sure, and I think he picked up on that so he meandered through getting his things together to go. While he did that, I double checked my hospital bag and ensured the car seat was in the car. Luckily my sister was in town visiting, so we did not have to stress about who would watch our oldest, as none of our family lives near us. I woke my sister up to let her know it was go time and we headed to the hospital at about 2:30 am. On the way to the hospital, I gave my mom a call to let her know we were on our way to the hospital to confirm if I was in labor, but REPEATEDLY mentioned I did not want to “false alarm” her, as she had a 3 hour drive. She assured me she would rather head this way than miss it.
We reached the hospital at 3:10 am (yes it’s about a 40 minute drive from our house) and were sent to the 1st floor in Labor and Delivery where I was told I would be held for two hours and if there was no change I would be sent home. The nurse who got us settled, and informed me that we were 3 cm and 80% effaced (again 10 cm and 100% effaced is what is needed for labor). This made me feel even more embarrassed in the fact that I had “false alarmed” both my mom and husband at 2 am. Well joke was on her, because not 5 seconds after she left the room, my water broke. And let me just tell you ladies, it is indeed one of the most grossest feelings I have ever experienced in my life. Midconversation with my husband, I not only FEEL a pop, but we BOTH HEAR a pop and then boom I am covered in warm water, and it DOESN’T stop coming. We proceed to call the nurse back, who then checked to verify my water had indeed broken.
Once she confirmed she placed me in a wheel-chair and rolled me to the real Labor and Delivery room, and let me tell you that’s when the REAL contractions started too. These contractions, compared to the contractions I had with Gracelyn, were INSANE. I had never experienced this level of pain, my whole body was convulsing, and I could barely even ask for an epidural, which was funny after the fact because I thought I needed it with G and did the whole thing natural, but B almost knocked me out. Hope this is not foreshadowing for what’s to come as she gets older 🙂 Anyways, after the epidural was inserted and kicked in, I was all good, but things started to take a turn for B. Her heart rate was low, and they put me on oxygen to try to help, made me move into different positions, and nothing seemed to help. It got to the point where they were prepping the room for C-section and of course it was at that point my mom showed up.
I am not sure how but at that point, B turned herself around. Her heart rate went up, and not 30 minutes later we were ready to push. She was born at 7:33 am on June 29, 2018, all 6 lbs 9 oz of her and she was absolutely perfect!
So as you can see, neither one of my births went as planned but in the end the stories are unique and something I will cherish forever! Because whether you wanted to not be induced/have a c section, did or didn’t want an epidural, etc. in the end, what really matters is that your baby is safe in your arms and the rest (just like the pain) you will forget in the long run!
Anyone else have a birth plan go awry or a baby show up a few weeks early?!