I remember waking up on January 9th thinking to myself “still 3 more weeks to go.” Oh boy, was I wrong.I woke up feeling a bit strange and I kept getting mild contractions but I really didn’t think much of it. At that time, I had just gotten laid off from work and I definitely wanted to take advantage of it. I planned out my entire schedule weeks in advance not knowing that in no time I would have my little one in my arms.
My plans for the day involved finishing some blog posts, going to my weekly doctor’s appointment and even having a friend over. I was having mild contractions but I was definitely brain washed into thinking that they were just fake contractions. I wasn’t too worried because I knew that I was going to see my doctor soon anyway.
Anyways, it was around 1pm and my friend and I were catching up since we hadn’t seen each other in a while. We started talking about labor and I mentioned to her how I was feeling. She was convinced that I was going into labor soon. We started to time my contractions but they just seemed all over the place. As I mentioned before, I wasn’t too worried because I knew I was going to be seeing my doctor soon.
Later that day, I arrived at my Dr’s Office still in pain. Of-course I was excited because part of me wanted to believe that I was actually in labor. Well, my doctor thought otherwise.. he was so convinced that I was just having fake contractions and that it was way too early for me to go into labor. (Mostly because I was a first-timer) This “doctor” even refused to check if I was dilating. (Once you hear the rest of the story you will know why I wasn’t such a big fan of him)
To be honest, I was very upset when I left my doctor’s office. I was upset at my doctor for not believing me. However, I was more upset with myself for not pushing him enough to check if I had started dilating.
I went home still in pain and the only person who could calm me down was my dear husband. We had an evening like any other except this one felt different. I felt like the time was coming and I had no control of it. We ate dinner, relaxed in our living room and went to bed by 10:00pm. The only difference about this evening was that the pain kept getting stronger and stronger. Every-time I would feel pain I would convince myself that they were just fake contractions.
By 11:00pm, I knew the time was so closer than ever and I kept telling myself please just make it till morning time! One thing I didn’t want was to rush to the hospital in the middle of the night and then get sent back. My husband had to get some rest to got to work and I didn’t want to disturb his sleep if it wasn’t an emergency. Plus, the pain was bearable even though it was closer together than it had ever been. I remember laying next to my husband who was sound asleep and wishing I could just do the same.
The pain felt as if I really needed to go to the bathroom. (number two) It would start at my pelvis and wrap all around to my lower back. I must of gotten up around 20 times that night thinking that all I needed to do was poop.
By 3:00 am I knew I couldn’t handle it anymore. At this point, I stopped being stubborn and decided that it was time for us to go to the hospital. We grabbed our hospital bag and made our way to the hospital.
We were admitted into the hospital around 3:45 am. At that point, I was told that I was 4 cm dilated and that I needed to stay at the hospital.
Now, this next section gets a little blurry for me so bare with me!
My doctor arrived not long after my mom had arrived. Of-course my doctor wasn’t too happy about seeing me there. It was basically a big slap in the face for not believing me and he knew it. He was sarcastic the moment he saw me and I knew that this labor wasn’t going to be as smooth as I had imagined.
I was already 6 cm dilated and the pain was getting tougher and tougher to handle. So, an epidural was something I really wanted. (Not knowing that I wouldn’t give birth till way later)
At this point, It felt like I was floating on a soft cloud. I was almost fully dilated and I couldn’t wait to meet my little one.
Around 12pm I was informed that I was fully dilated and that I needed to start pushing. Once I felt like a contraction was happening I would push as hard as I could. It was pretty hard because I really didn’t know if I was actually pushing! I couldn’t feel anything!
After multiple times of pushing and no progress I started to feel like something was wrong. The nurse would reassure me that everything was fine and that I would give birth very soon. It was hard to believe her because of how much code they would use to talk amongst each other. I started to feel as if I was less of a women because I wasn’t able to push as hard as I wanted. Little did I know that there was actually something that was keeping my baby from coming out.
My doctor kept coming in and out of the hospital room yelling at the nurses that I wasn’t ready yet. The thing is, he didn’t even bother to see if I was ready or not. He didn’t even bother to examine me to see if my baby was in the right position.
As the epidural started to wear off I started to feel like I was never going to give birth. The pain was unbearable and I started using breathing exercises to keep my mind off the pain. I remember crawling into a little ball trying to control the pain. At some point, I told the nurse I couldn’t do it anymore and that I just wanted my baby. The nurse decided we were going to try to push again. My doctor wasn’t at the hospital at that moment, he had left to see patients at his doctor’s office. So, I had to bear with the pain until he returned.
We started to push as soon as my doctor returned. The nurses were cheering me on telling me that I was almost there and the doctor throws his gloves at the floor, shakes his head and says “No she’s not there at all.” Right after that, my doctor leaves the room and when he returns he tells me something I definitely didn’t want to hear.
Apparently, my baby was having a hard time going through my pelvic bone and was stuck. My doctor tells me that my best option would be to try the vacuum method and if that didn’t work then we would have to prepare for a c-section. Now, I wasn’t planning for a c-section and I most certainly didn’t want one but I DID want my baby to be safe and out of my body. I went ahead and agreed with him without knowing that there was more to it.
All of a sudden, a bunch of nurses rush in with a cart full of tools which seemed more for the baby than me. At that point, I started to break down in tears because I knew there was something wrong! I knew what that little cart meant. It meant that their might be a possibility that my baby wouldn’t come out alive.
Once the vacuum was ready I pushed as hard as I could. My doctor tried the vacuum method three times until some of my baby’s head skin fell off.
At that moment, I was so terrified and scared for the life of my baby. I couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t okay. My doctor wasn’t fully sure why he wasn’t coming out. Until, he decides to put his hands around my baby’s head and realizes that his head is turned sideways and at that point it was too late to try to even turn it. (that was basically why my baby was stuck) A couple minutes after, I am rushed for an emergency c-section.
Baby Julius was out into the world at exactly 4:24pm. After 12 hours of pushing crying and hoping he was finally out! I burst into tears as soon as I saw his little face because I couldn’t believe that he was what my husband and I had created. In our eyes, he was the most perfect cutest baby we had ever seen.
Birth is such a wonderful experience. Yes, sometimes things don’t go as you expect them to go but it is always important to keep that hope alive.
I am so beyond grateful that my baby is safe and healthy. Baby Julius is the best thing that has ever happened to me and in my eyes he is the best baby in the world. ( I know, I know. Every momma thinks the same about their own babies)
P.S I am glad I was able to share my story with you guys!
If you’re a momma, I would love to hear your own birth experience!
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