I abandoned this blog. But here's Beckett's Birth Story.

8/26

We checked into the hospital at 5:30 AM for our induction. I was seriously shaking from nerves. We walked into the hospital as a family of two and were going to leave as a family of three. SUCH an emotional experience!. It took an hour to get my IV in. This was the part I was dreading the most and I seem to have gotten the worst nurse possible for it. Finally, after three tries, it was in and I could relax a little better. Shift change happened and we met our 7am to 7pm nurse who was a freaking DOLL. I loved her. I still love her. She was amazing and made me so comfortable and at ease. She started my pitocin around 7:30 after she checked me, I was at a 3. Ok, cool.

At 8:30 when my OB (Dr. E) arrived, she broke my water. This is probably going to make me sound like a huge weirdo, but I LOVED that experience. I loved knowing that this was the point of "no return." That my baby boy was officially on his way into our arms.

They kept upping my pit and the contractions got stronger. I was dilated to a 5 and decided to get an epidural. The epidural was another thing I was so extremely worried about (I just hate needles). It was a breeze. The anesthesiologist  was phenomenal and talked me thought my fears. It wasn't bad at all and I felt it start working about 5 minutes later. I could feel   tightening, but I couldn't feel any pain. I was able to take a nap and get lots of rest with Mark while waiting for progression. I was turned on my Rt, Left, and then back every thirty minutes.

At 4 pm, I was at a 7! OMG! I was so excited and so nervous. When I say this was an incredibly emotional day, I meant it. DH gave me a card with a sweet note written in it for me at this point.  I bawled. If I could go back in time to that moment, I would in a heartbeat.

At 5, 6, 7, and 8 pm, I was checked for progression, especially at 7 when I thought I felt pressure in my bottom, I was still at a 7. At 7:30, the nurse told me that I needed Oxygen, and that Beck wasn't handling labor well anymore. Dr. E came in and showed me that his HB would go very, very fast, and then drop super low. He was stressed out. My uterus started slowing down. I would have strong contractions 1 minute apart for 5-7 minutes, and then wouldn't have another for 5 minutes. My OB said that if there was no progression by 8PM that she would really like to discuss options to get baby out safe.

At 8pm, I was checked. I was still at a 7. There had been 4 hours with no progression. I cried. They explained my options, which were to go ahead and have a c section and get the baby out, or wait just a teeny longer. Mark and I discussed and having had a loss in the past, we decided to go ahead with the CS to get baby out healthy and alive. I cried. And cried. And cried. It hit me that I would most likely never get to birth a baby (not many OB's will attempt VBAC around here) "normally". It hit me that I was going to have major surgery in a matter of minutes. It hit me that pregnancy was over (which I was ready for, but it was such an awesome time in my life). There were so many emotions.
They prepped me (and by prepped I mean numbed me and got the area ready) at 8:15. At 8:30 they wheeled me back to the OR and prepped my abdomen. They finally let Mark in after he scrubbed up. I felt so nauseous. I told the anesthesiologist that I was nauseous and she gave me a medication. I then proceeded to vomit twice on the table. This is apparently why they don't let you eat when you're in labor...to prevent this from happening. Well, it happened. I should have just eaten a damn cheeseburger at noon when I was starving.

A little while later I heard "Time of birth: 20:45" and heard the most beautiful cry I have ever heard. Big strong, healthy cry. I remember Mark popping up to go see him while I remained on the table. It really bothered me that I could not see my baby or what was going on.
Mark came back and showed me the most beautiful photo on his phone that I have ever seen.

 

Then I said "WHAT!? 8 lbs 11 oz?! WTF.

 

 

They let me do skin to skin with him, which is apparently a new policy at that hospital that they are doing to promote bonding in CS patients. It was nice. You know what that little stinker did as soon as he was placed on my chest? He lifted his head and looked around the room. I knew I was in trouble then.

 

So then they wheeled me to recovery where we Facetimed Mark's family so they could see the baby from Colorado. And then my parents came to meet him. I really don't remember most of it. I remember whenever someone would give me the baby back, I would ask "when is this kid going to get a bath, it looks like he has bacon bits in his hair!" I was grossed out just a teeny bit. I wanted to snuggle a clean baby. So at midnight, they took him and bathed him and I took a quick nap.

We were discharged on 8/29/2013 and had to go back for a weight check on 8/30/13 because he was jaundiced and we had struggled with feedings. :(

But basically, we are in love with him. You don't know what love really is until you meet your child. The child you dreamed about, carried around for 40 weeks, stressed about, planned for. It's amazing.