Welcome to the 1st post in a series of birth stories that will run from August through September, Birth Story Celebration. Keep checking back on Tuesdays and Fridays for new, awesome stories of the miracle that makes us parents! Since it’s Cabin Girl’s birthday, I’m sharing her story first!
We give our babies nicknames while I’m pregnant. We don’t find out the gender, and I don’t like the idea of calling a baby “It” for 9 months. This baby’s nickname was Bean.
Bean’s due date was August 1. It was hot, hot, hot in Eastern Washington, I was swollen, and so ready to be done being pregnant. At my 39 week appointment the Dr. stripped my membranes to encourage labor hormones to get going, but nothing happened. On my due date, with no indications of labor starting, I went back to my OB’s office.
“I’m the on-call Dr. at the hospital tomorrow. Want to come in first thing and we’ll have that baby?”
Uhm, hell to the yes I did!
Quick call to the boss to say, “Adios, amigo!” while I packed my stuff and then settled in to get hardly any sleep.
We checked into the hospital at 7 a.m., slogged through all the necessaries, and hooked up to pitocin around 8:30.
I should note here, that I had it in my mind the entire pregnancy that I was going to do it au naturale. My mom did it, so I totally could!
Not with pitocin, I couldn’t.
Once the contractions hit, they hit and didn’t pull back. I was having non-stop contractions for a good half hour before finally asking for an epidural. I think I may have yelled at a few people at that time.
Once the epidural was in, my whole family came and hung out with me in the delivery room. We watched movies. We talked. People floated in and out. It was boring. I felt great!
Lunch time came. Captain went down to the cafeteria to grab something while I munched on ice chips (What is it about those things that are so awesome during pregnancy/labor? I hate them any other time…). My Dr. came in to check our progress and we discussed breaking my water. Hubby came in and sat down with his lunch, mashed potatoes with turkey gravy, just ask my OB broke our water. Bean had pooped in utero. So the pads beneath me were soaked in goo that looked JUST LIKE the gravy covering hubby’s lunch.
He ate it anyway, the animal.
Hours passed, progress was made, more people came and went. At one point Bean was bunched up in the right side of my uterus, so we had to do all sorts of fun repositioning to get the contractions to have full effect. Eventually though, it was time!
My dad, brother, and sister sat in the hallway while I pushed for about an hour and my epidural started wearing off. My sister later told me that my cries of pain convinced her she never wanted to have babies.
When the Dr. gave me an unapproved episiotomy, I heard it before I felt it and gasped, which made my mom start to cry.
It took about 6 pushes from crowning to complete birth.
My mom had to remind the Dr. that we didn’t know the gender, “So, what is it?!” and happily screamed “It’s a girl!” for my family in the hallway to hear.
Cabin Girl was born at 11:32 pm on August 2nd, 2006. She was 7 lbs. 15.4 ozs. and 20 1/2 inches long.
Looking back now, I should have never agreed to be induced. But, despite the added risks I unknowingly took by being induced with pitocin and adding to those risks by getting an epidural, we had a perfectly healthy girl and no complications.
She does have a scar on her head from the episiotomy though.
Now, 7 years later, she’s still my baby girl. An only child for her first 3 years, independent, smart, inquisitive, and a veritable mother hen to her little brothers. She made me a mom, and I will never be the same because of those big, hazel eyes.