I feel like there are a million and one things for me to be doing. Sleeping is probably most important. However, here I am writing up a birth story. I printed out Ethan’s and put it in his baby book, and I plan to do the same with Adam’s.
It all started on Friday morning. I was having mild and irregular contractions. They were more intense than usual, but they weren’t any different than the ones I’d had a few days earlier. I kept Ethan home with me, but I had my mom come help out for a while. She was just supposed to watch him while I went to the dentist, but I asked her to stay a little longer.
When it came time to have afternoon snack with Ethan, I started timing the contractions. They were more frequent, but I couldn’t tell if they were more regular. Thank goodness for contraction apps! E and I sat and watched Thomas the Train that afternoon instead of our regular active play.
5pm – I cancelled our dinner plans (sorry Lauren!), called my doctor and my parents to come watch Ethan. My contractions weren’t all that strong, but they had been about 1 minute long and 3 minutes apart for two hours.
6pm – Kevin arrived home from work, and we left for the hospital. The nurses said I wasn’t very dilated, so they had us walk laps around the maternity ward for 1.5 hours to get things moving.
8:30pm – Things didn’t get moving; we left the hospital. The contractions had become quite painful though, so I was upset that I was having all this pain for nothing.
12am – After trying to rest and take my mind off the pain with tv and a bath, I couldn’t take it anymore. We headed back to the hospital. They were definitely more painful. When we arrived, nurses said I went from 1cm dilated to 5cm dilated in the time I was home, so they were going to keep me there. Yay!!
2am – I finally hit 7cm, and I was seriously feeling it. Standing felt best of all, but I took to the birthing ball when I needed a break.
3am – That was the longest hour everrrrrr. I told the nurse that if I hadn’t progressed more, I wanted an epidural. Yup… after 12 hours of labor I was still at 7cm, so I got an epidural.
**I wanted to try for a drug-free birth, but I’m not a die-hard about it. I was worried I’d regret my choice, but I don’t regret it one bit. This made the rest of the experience more enjoyable to me. I could still feel things, but it wasn’t painful. I also remember every bit of the birth and wasn’t out of it or drowsy. It also did not affect Adam’s alertness or ability to nurse, which was my main concern.**
4am – The epidural went in, despite my anti-needle hysterics. (I totally freaked out, but they got it in there okay.)
5am – The doc said I’d dilated to 9 or 10cm, so she broke my water. Very soon after we started pushing! Kevin had been a bit of a bystander to that point, but he kindly stood by my side through this part. Despite the epidural, it still hurt – though I’m sure it wasn’t close to what it would have been!
6:42am – Adam is born!!!
The nurses put Adam directly on my chest before wiping him off. He stayed there while Kevin cut the cord and the doc stitched me up, among other things. Later, maybe around 7:30am, Adam latched on for his first feeding, and he ate for 1.5 hours! This kid was awake, alert, and hungry!!
Adam and I are doing fine, and he is still very awake, alert, and hungry. Ethan isn’t taking kindly to sharing his mommy, but he has been as good or better than I could expect. Everything takes some getting used to!
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