Hi loves!
Finally getting around to posting Emmanuel's birth story. I thought I better put pen to paper, well in this case fingers to keyboard before it becomes a sparse memory. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this post this time around but after reading the one I did for Eliana here and remembering some little details I had forgotten already, I decided I wanted to document Emmanuel's just the same.
Finally getting around to posting Emmanuel's birth story. I thought I better put pen to paper, well in this case fingers to keyboard before it becomes a sparse memory. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this post this time around but after reading the one I did for Eliana here and remembering some little details I had forgotten already, I decided I wanted to document Emmanuel's just the same.
There's something about going back to read these stories later that
makes it worth writing.
So, here goes. You know what they say about every pregnancy and labor and
delivery being different, that certainly holds true. Although I didn't get to
blog much about my pregnancy experience with Emmanuel, it is different in all
kinds of ways from Eliana. I did a first trimester recap here and that was
about it. Second trimester was blissful and third trimester kicked my behind in all kinds of
ways. I felt pain/discomfort in places I didn’t even know I could, which meant
majority of the time towards the end, I was uncomfortable and I was just ready
to go once we hit the magic 37 weeks.
Given that I had Eliana 2 weeks earlier than my due date, I was anticipating
the same was going to happen this time as well. So, mentally and physically, I
was begging for it.
I think the idea that the second time around you're supposed to be more
familiar with the process, so you should know what’s going on and when it is
time; but that couldn't be more farther from the truth for me. I was even more
confused as to if I was in labor or not for good reasons I should say,
NO pain!
When I went on thanksgiving break from work, I was hoping something would
happen that weekend which would have made it the perfect timing in my eyes so I
wouldn't have to go back to work but I was wrong. God’s timing Is everything. Thanksgiving
came and passed. The weekend rolled in and rolled out and the reality of going
into work that Monday punched me in the face.
Thankfully I had a doctor's appointment that Monday morning so that was at
least something to look forward to. I had not been check prior to this point so
I was excited about this appointment and finding out if anything labor related has
started as I was already 38 weeks.
So, on Monday the 27th, I went in and I was told I was 4cm dilated, you
should have seen the look on my face (beyond happy). Excited the process has begun
and it was only a matter of time given how it went the last time and knowing
myself/body. The bad news however was that being that I hadn't been checked
before now, we didn't know if I had been 4cm dilated for weeks as that is
possible or if all this just started in the last few days or hours and is
progressing. The doctor said she will still send me home as I was not too far along and
I wasn't really feeling any 'real' contractions, at least not anything distinctive/painful or consistent.
Prior to the appointment on Monday, over the weekend and most especially on Sunday, I
was feeling something but not sure if it was braxton hicks or real
contractions. It must have been the mildest contraction ever now that I think
about it, and second it wasn't consistent at all timing wise, so that didn't
give me any useful information. That would be the case throughout this
process.
After the appointment, I dropped Eliana off at school and went into work and
surprisingly, a lot of people were surprised to see me. My sentiment
exactly.
Told my boss and co-workers if I don't show up tomorrow not to be surprised. For the rest of the day I continued to feel the
mildest lower back pain I had been feeling. They were sometimes unnoticeable that
if I'm focused on sometime else, I wouldn’t notice and they remaining
inconsistent so I wasn't sure if they were real contractions or not. My next scheduled
appointment was for the following week and I was secretly praying and hoping I
wouldn't make it till then.
Anyways, Monday rolled in and out with the same feeling and unsure of
whether I'm truly in labor or not and worried that since the contractions doesn't
seem to be getting any strong or consistent I would wait too long before
heading to the hospital because that was supposed to be the signal.
Well, I gave up on that and I started praying to God for a different sign to
know when it's time to go to the hospital because I did not want to have this
baby at work or home or in the car on the way to the hospital.
Woke up Tuesday morning and I got my sign, I saw the mucus plug. So
now I know for sure I’m in labor. All that is left is knowing when to head in
to the hospital. I didn't want to go in too early and be sent back home.
I got ready and went to work. Contractions which I'm convinced I'm
having now although they remain low to mild but having it more often. It was still not
anywhere near alarming as a signal. Told one of my coworkers the update and she
had the same fear that I was going to wait too long so she made me call the doctor’s
office to go and get checked again which I did reluctantly. When I called the doctor’s
office, around noon and told them all that had happened since they last saw me
on Monday, I thought they were going to say come in right away but they gave an
appointment for over 4 hours later.
I mentally calmed myself down for the long 4 hours wait before I get any
solid news and hoping nothing major happens before then.
Knowing how I was feeling and waddling around I decided if nothing happens
tonight, I'll just work from home on Wednesday. So, I packed up all I needed
from my office and headed to the appointment 4 hours later.
Finally got checked and was told I was 5cm dilated and 80% effaced. The
doctor pretty much told me not to go home. She advised me to go the mall around
the corner to walk around a bit to get the contractions more consistent and
then head in to the hospital which was next door.
But what do I do? I went home. I have a daughter I needed to get situated for
the night. I figured I'll get my walking done if needed at the hospital. I
already had my hospital bag in the car but I didn't have an overnight bag for
Eliana, so I went home to pack her one. Called hubby on my way home to let him know so we could meet at home and go to the hospital together as opposed to separately.
While I was waiting for hubby to get home, I did some walking around the house and up and down the stairs and I could feel the contractions getting just a tad bit stronger and frequent but still very manageable.
Hubby finally arrived just in time and off we went to say goodnight to
Eliana who was still at school with her teacher/sitter. We dropped her bag off with
her, said goodnight and took our last picture as a family of three.
The hospital was just a few minutes away so within another couple of minutes
we were there. We arrived around 6:45pm, got checked in once we told them the
reason for the visit and might I add forced to use a wheelchair even
though I told them I was ok but it's their policy. I don't know why, but that
made me uncomfortable. After all that, I got wheeled up to Labor and Delivery,
and just before changing I had to take my very last belly picture.
Got all changed, settled in, hooked up to the monitor and signed a few papers.
By the time the nurse checked me again, I was 6cm dilated and 90%
effaced, that was around 7:20pm.
I think something about being in the hospital or maybe it’s being checked that
made contractions a little more frequent and noticeable because by now I've
gone from barely feeling them to mild contractions.
The nurse, who was the best I've ever had, so pleasant and super nice throughout
our time with her asked what my plan was for pain management and I told her epidural.
Her response was pretty much she thinks I could make it through without it
given how I’m doing at this stage. I kind of agree but I wasn’t ready to find
out if I could or not. I know these things are unpredictable and things could go
from 0 to 100 in a second. Besides, my water was still intact, so that was
helping. I remember from my prior experience as soon as they broke my water
things got a little more intense.
She did the necessary blood work around 8pm and we had to wait for the
result before the epidural can be administered. I remember thinking the whole
time that I either wouldn't get it or would be cutting it close like the last.
My doctor finally made his way in around 9pm to check in. He said all was good
and although my contractions are short and inconsistent he wouldn’t send me
home at the stage. If it doesn't picked up he has a few natural tricks up his
sleeve to help but it never came to that. He decided against checking me again,
wanted me to rest up and just wait for the epidural.
Around 10:15pm, the anesthesiologist finally arrived to administer the epidural which we laughed through as everything from untying my gown to making the light fixture stay in his preferred location, to finding a working pen and computer scanner that works, just about everything went wrong. So, I said to him seriously, not jokingly at all, that he better not have any issue with performing this procedure on me and thankfully everything went well.
The nurse got me all settled in and comfortable, again. After the epidural, I
pretty much felt nothing from the contractions. With that, I was able to take a
power nap.
I started to feel a slight pressure so I called the
nurse in. By 12:10pm she came back in to check, I was 9cm dilated, water still
intact. She tried to wiggle her way around to break it but it wouldn't budge so
she placed a call in for the doctor.
By the time the doctor arrived around 1am, I was
10cm dilated at which point he finally broke my water and I immediately started
feeling this intense pressure and an urge to bear down. The doctor was taking
off his glove and explaining to me to let them know when I’m are ready
to.....before he could finish his statement I raised my hands and yelled, I'm
ready! In that moment, they all frantically got themselves together,
pulled up all the equipment, converted the bed and the whole time I was trying
to hold back the huge to push as the doctor wasn't ready. He was still getting
gowned up and barely got his gloves on when I started pushing. A couple of pushes
later at 1:15am my beautiful baby was born and the room went into a big cheer,
with, it’s a boy!!! I think they were all as excited to find out the sex as we
are. He was born weighing 7.1lbs and 20inches long.
He was placed on my chest for and we spent the next two and half hours
bounding of which he spent about half of it nursing like a champ.
While I was still pregnant I would think to myself I cannot get lucky twice
having an easy labor and delivery. I was worried the first one went so well and
easily that this would be the opposite but thank God that couldn't be more
farther from the truth. The delivery, and just as important the recovery was a
bliss and even better than the first time.All praise to God!
Note: Not sure if it's just this hospital as I'm sure everyone does things differently but the norm wasn't wheeling the baby away to the nursery as soon as he was born here. It was the opposite, the baby gets to stay with mommy all the time except for when they need to do some test or procedure, then they take him but bring him right back. Even after delivery they had a little corner all set up for the baby so that was where the nurse bathed/cleaned him and did all the newborn stuff she had to do right there in front of us and he was handed back over to us as we transition to the recovery room where I was also blessed with the sweetest nurse ever.
