It’s hard to believe that it’s already been 2 weeks since this little guy arrived.? I figured it was about time that I told the story of how he came into this world.

The morning of May 29th I woke up around 5:30am with some pretty bad cramps. Around 7:45 I had to get out of bed and stand because the pain was getting worse. All of a sudden I felt a woosh of fluid, and after checking, I had lost my mucus plug. I knew something was going to happen that day!

A little while later my water broke, but not fully. I looked down and noticed that it was brown which had me concerned. We learned in our birthing class that the fluid should be clear and if it wasn’t he had most likely gone to the bathroom inside me. This could be dangerous if he ends up aspirating it so we knew we had to go to the hospital immediately. I showered and got ready while Cody finished packing and loaded up the car. Thankfully the hospital is only 2 miles up the road.

Off to the hospital! 40 weeks and 4 days

Once we checked in I was taken to a room where they did the initial check up. There we were introduced to nurse Jenny who will forever be my least favorite nurse. As my contractions got more intense, she kept yelling at me to keep my eyes open and unclench my hands. I’m sorry! I’ve never felt pain like that and I had a contraction that lasted about 5 minutes at the highest level, according to the moniter.

All was much better once I was taken to the birthing room and finally given an epidural. Everything from the waste down went numb and I was much more comfortable. As the hours went by and I was slowly progressing, the drugs started to wear off. I had a little button to administer more, but every time I pushed it I didn’t feel the pain go away. More and more contractions came and they kept hurting more. I told Nurse jenny that I was feeling uncomfortable, so she told me to keep hitting the button and that “I signed up for this”. What?!?! I signed up for this? I was sooo pissed at her snotty comment that I flipped her off ( her back was turned of course). She repeated that saying multiple times throughout that day. Excuse me for being a first timer who’s never felt this kind of pain and uncomfort before! She’s on my list now.

It is now heading towards the evening and my doctor arrives to check on me. I was still not fully dilated and he was still pretty high up. We were concerned?because periodcally his heart rate would drop way low and they have to shake me and move me around to different positions to get it to come back up. After an hour she came back and did another check. Still at 9cm and he hadn’t moved down. Then came the bad news. It was at a point were nothing more was happening, she didn’t like what his heart rate was doing, he was face up, and it wasn’t good to leave him in there with the meconium. She gave me the option of have a c-section right then or waiting another hour with the hopes of being able to push. Though she was pretty sure i would end up have a c-section anyway. So after many tears we came to the conclusion that it was just best to have the surgery right away and not risk any more distress to the baby. This was the one thing I wanted to avoid! The thought of someone slicing open my stomach freaked me out.

They wheeled me into the OR and began to prep me. I was so worked up that I began to vomit. Let me tell you how hard it is to throw up into a tiny bowl while you are laying flat on your back. Luckily Cody came in and helped me clean my face off and held my hand. More drugs were pumped in and they told me I’d feel some pressure. I assume they were trying to get him into a good position before they cut because it felt like 10 hands slapping around and digging into my stomach. Then came the cut, which thankfully I didn’t feel. But as they were trying to get his head out I started to feel something! The worst stabbing pain right around my pubic bone. It felt like they were ripping it out. I was crying and kept telling the anesthesiologist that I could feel it which apparently threw him a bit. He gave me more and more drugs that did absolutely nothing. Then they started pushing on my ribs really hard which I could feel too! The worst part about it was the fact that they were having a hard time getting him out so the whole ordeal felt like forever.

Cody then tells me he’s out and I hear a cry. Thank God! He leaves me to go cut the cord and meet Kyan while I lay there dazed and confused. The nurse brings him over so I can meet him, but I was so drugged up that I literally saw 2 of him and couldn’t focus my eyes. Many pictures were taken and we were taken to recovery. My first thoughts after the whole process were- “ummm, I think he’s going to be an only child because that was horrible!”, and “people really do that over and over again?”

The happy ending to that story was that he was perfect and each time I stared at him it made the pain a little more bareable. The first few days were rough due to the lack of sleep and not being able to move much because of the surgery. He kept choking on the amneotic fluid still in his lungs throughout the night and it killed me that I couldn’t just sit up to help him. Thankfully, Cody was a complete rock star. I would say “He’s choking!” and he would jump up from a dead sleep to tend to him. We came home after 2 days and I was so glad my parents stayed for a few days after. They helped me keep some of my sanity by taking him during the day so I could rest. I don’t think I can thank them enough for their love and support.

So after 2 weeks I’m a little tired of being in the house, a little smelly due to lack of showering, and overall look like hell. I haven’t quite got the hang of being able to do things like my hair and makeup or any chores because he seems to always need something. At least I have 8 weeks to practice before I go back to work. But I know it is all worth it as I look at him in his swing right now and he is smiling in his sleep make little grunting sounds. Most likely he is working up a good fart :)

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