{my pregnancy} the birth story part I

My baby boy is going to be one in a couple of months weeks, so I think it's about time to post about his birth story. I started to write about it just a couple of weeks after he was born because I wanted to have a record of what happened and how I felt that day. Even 10 11 1/2 months later I just don't have the exact words to describe all the range of emotions I experienced that day. After 10 months knowing he'd been growing inside me and finally seeing his little face. It was just indescribable. I was I'm still in awe. This is how it happened.

When my due date, June 7th,  came and went,  I got anxious and frustrated. I thought baby G would not come by himself and the induction, scheduled for exactly a week later, was happening. But I guess my little one knew how his mommy was feeling and wanted to make her happy.

Everything started on Friday. Knowing the induction was on Tuesday, my mom and I made plans for going on our last shopping trip. {I know, what can I be shopping for at this point, right?}.We walked a lot, had a nice lunch and since it was getting too hot we decided to go back home and just hang out there. All day I felt a little crampy but didn't pay too much attention to it. The feeling continued all evening. But by 11 o' clock I fell asleep. Obviously these cramps were not that painful. At around 2:30 in the morning I got up to go to the bathroom and I remembered the first thought I had was: no pain, I feel no pain. Ok, it's not going to happen tonight. So I went to the bathroom, and then back to bed. But for some reason I couldn't go back to sleep. I didn't feel comfortable no matter what position I adopted. I realized I was feeling crampy again, but this time the sensation was coming and going. These have to be contractions I thought and started timing them. But I could not recognize any pattern. They were all over the place. They were very irregular in intensity and frequency. At around 4:00 the irregular contractions definitely got stronger. This is it I thought. It had to be. I didn't wake up M. I wanted him to get as much sleep as possible. So I started getting ready and packing some last things. M woke up {I think I was being too noisy} and I told him I thought I was having contractions. He timed five of them, and said it was time to go to the hospital. At the beginning I was a little reluctant because I didn't want to be sent back home. I wanted to wait a little more. But he insisted. So I woke up my mom, we called my mother-in-law {L was having a sleepover at her place} and we went to the hospital. It was 5:00 in the morning.

We arrived around 5:15. Everything was so quiet. No other patients on the labor and delivery floor. They put us on triage and made an exam. I was 4 cm dilated, 100% effaced. The nurse said it was perfect timing. {The mister couldn't be prouder}. By the time the doctor arrived, I was 5 cm dilated. She broke my water to speed things up a bit. By then the contractions were getting stronger. I have to mention that our {innocent} plan was to have a natural birth, with no pain medication unless requested. I should have know better, silly me. Giving birth is no joke!

By noon I was 7-8 cm. dilated. But baby G was still high, I think they call it "Station -2". To be able to give birth he had to come down to "Station 3" or something like that. I have to say all this time I was very focused and I was managing the pain very well. I think I made it to 8 cm dilated with no pain medication. I was breathing correctly and trying different positions, holding the mister's shoulders, holding onto a bar, bouncing on a big medicine ball. But suddenly the pain scaled up. And it was just unbearable. My brain wanted to tolerate the pain but my body just couldn't. I knew I had to get the epidural. At that moment I felt a little defeated to be honest. Part of me wanted to continue trying but the pain was excruciating. And believe me, I know pain. I can handle pain. But this, this was just too much. I had to have the epidural. We told the nurse and the anesthesiologist was called right away.

{the proud grandparents waiting for G's arrival}
Around 1:00 my family from Peru arrived at the hospital. All of them! They had just got to New York from Lima that morning and came straight from the airport. It was surreal to see them all there. My dad, my brother, my sister, my brother-in-law. It was amazing. And of course my mom and M{my mother-in-law and L were in the waiting room}. I had my whole family by my side on such an important event in my life. We couldn't have planned it better. I think baby G wanted them all here and that's why he waited until that day to arrive. He knew I'd need them.

So with all my family by my side and the epidural working wonderfully, I felt in cloud 9. I thought giving birth was going to be a walk in the park as my pregnancy.

Oh, how wrong I was...

1 comment :

  1. Of course he waited for us! He wanted us to be together as the united family we are. He is and will always be the most loved baby ever!