I have two lovely and amazing boys in my life.
I wanted to share my youngest’s birth story!
What an amazing and quite honestly a relatively easy experience. It was so “easy” because I fought the seemingly impossible challenge with my first son and therefore nothing seemed as bad even though some moms might have had a tougher time.
With my first I was sick at about 6 weeks and had to take Zofran (anti nausea) like it was candy in order to stay out of the hospital. I fought dehydration due to the constant puking. I lost about 15 pounds before my week 12 appointment. If I wasn’t throwing up, I was sleeping! Finally at six months I was beginning to get healthy again and reduced my throwing up to a few times a week. In the last five weeks of pregnancy I gained 20 pounds! My body finally stopped getting sick at everything and so whatever I ate my body absorbed and I finally was healthy. In fact, when I went to the dentist after he was born I was presented with the unfortunate news that I had two nasty cavities. The dental hygienist was concerned and asked if I get sick a lot. I told her that I threw up the majority of my pregnancy and I would throw up when I’d brush my back teeth, so there wasn’t much I could do. Turns out I got two cavities due to my son. That didn’t conclude all of my trials. I had acid reflex all the time and would even puke due to the excess of acid consuming my lungs.
I had cysts throughout the entire pregnancy which hurt really bad randomly and I when my son would move I sometimes was brought to tears, because he would kick the most sensitive parts of my ovaries. At 28 weeks I went into the hospital where they had to stop contractions and I was diagnosed with an irritable uterus. At about 33 weeks they thought my cervix was thinning and I had to have an ultra sound to make sure it was all okay. This led to getting listed as a high risk pregnancy.
At 38 weeks my son sat on my siatic nerve and refused to move. I couldn’t walk without falling over or I just couldn’t walk at all. I would get nauseous if I would sit down or stand up too long because the way he was sitting on my pelvis. My son was six days late when I finally went into the hospital for them to manually break my water. I don’t know how long I would have been pregnant with my son if they wouldn’t have helped me along. My water broke and they found merconium in my water and so they had to bring in the NICU to make sure he didn’t swallow anything. I threw up several times through out labor, so I was completely starving. They gave me zofran in order to allow me to stop throwing up. I got an epidural but it didn’t work. I got the epidural the anesthesiologist quickly put it in and then said “whatever” and left the room when he couldn’t find something. My whole body started to tingle and I started shaking, my lips started getting numb along with my boobs. I could feel everything else except for random numb spots. By the time I needed to push I could feel everything with my body. I pushed for an hour and a 15 minutes and I wanted to stop multiple times. I couldn’t breathe and my tummy hurt worse than anything in the world! My huge baby finally can’t out. I hugged him as the doctor stitched me for an hour and a half. The nurse massaged my tummy and I was in so much pain I almost dropped my son on the floor. The doctor told me I lost too much blood and had to shove something up in my bum in order to help stop the bleeding. My son pooped on me and as they were cleaning me up he pooped again. They grabbed him while I was changing and measured him. He weighed 9 lbs 14oz and was 21 1/2 inches long. The nurses couldn’t stop laughing and one even said they wished they got his weight before he pooped because he would have easily been over 10lbs! I felt everything throughout the labor and I couldn’t believe I naturally had a 10lb baby with no drugs!
After everything was clean the nurse told me that we would have to wait until I could walk and use the bathroom before we could go to mother and baby. She didn’t know that the drugs were non existent and was completely shocked that I got up and walked over to the bathroom without any assistance. I was so completely swollen down there that the nurse had to help me spray myself because I couldn’t do it. I was so swollen I seriously couldn’t even look at it. The nurses immediately brought me tucks pads, an ice diaper and numbing spray.
My son also wouldn’t latch. He would scream at my breast no matter what I would do! If he did latch he would shake his head back and forth and the pain was horrifying! When you breastfeed you contract so that your uterus is able to go back to his normal state faster. Sometimes the contractions are the same as labor contractions. And then my nipples were so sore that it hurt so bad. The nurse had to get me percocet because I was crying while trying to get my son to feed. My son wouldn’t eat and so I had to manually express milk into a spoon and feed it to him. I had to resort to pumping and that was miserable. I got mastitis 5 times as a result.
During the hospital stay we had so many people come and visit. At one time we had 12 people in the room. Some people called and told us they were going to be there and other people randomly showed up to surprise us. Therefore we never slept, I was completely uncomfortable by everybody holding him and passing him around and then I just looked awful. All of the women came in and would tell me their birth stories. I am sorry, but at that point I didn’t care I just wanted to sleep!
Recovery was long and hard. I had to spray myself with numbing spray multiple times a day, used post partum ice pads, iced with an ice pack multiple times a day and had to take oxytocin to get through life. I finally got rid of my stitches at 8 weeks and finally stopped bleeding around that time too. I know I didn’t relax and rest as much as I should (maybe that’s why recovery was so long). I am not really one for resting and so I had a tough time staying inside. Six days after giving birth I went to “Get Air” of course I didn’t really “jump” because I felt like my insides were going to fall out of me, but I was still running around. At two weeks I tried to play volleyball with my friends and then at 2 months my family ran a 5k. I ran a mile of it and then I pretty much cried the rest of the way.
This time I decided to not do anything too crazy so that I could heal faster (eh it lasted two weeks) !
Okay now 16 months later.
My second son was due on August 19. And he arrived at 9:24 on August 21, 2015.
My son’s pregnancy was fantastic. My husband and I got off the mini pill birth control and I assumed that since I was breast feeding (pumping but same effect) it would take us a few months. Three days after our first time unprotected I felt a cramp in my lower abdomen every time I sat down. I joked with the husband that I was pregnant. Another week went by and from what seemed to be my endless supply of breast milk slowly started fading away and my son started throwing up the milk which was odd because he was seven months and so it was not normal for spit up still. I told my husband I was pregnant and he would roll his eyes. Five weeks later I told him I was going to take a pregnancy test (I never had a period between pregnancies so that was not an indication). Hubby told me that I better not go out and spend $8 on a pregnancy test because “he didn’t want to waste $8” I of course ignored him, but I just went and bought one from the dollar store just in case he was right and I had to eat my words! I took the test and watched the test show one proud line. Two minutes passed and nothing. All of a sudden I looked closer and the faintest line appeared. I couldn’t actually believe it! Positive! I packed up my seven month old and loaded him in the car to go straight to the medical clinic. They tested me and it was true!!! I went to husbands work and he was very excited to be wrong.
The next 9 months were a breeze! I rarely got sick and didn’t have any problems (of course I am not sure if it was easy, or if it was just better than my first). At one point a misguided doctor told me I was really large and that “I needed to watch the carbs” and “just because I was pregnant didn’t mean I should eat for two”. He made it seem as if I had gestational diabetes so I voluntarily put myself on a strict diabetic diet. I switched doctors and took the glucose test. My levels were better than most of America! I was very bothered by the fact that a doctor would worry a pregnant mother before knowing exactly what he was dealing with. Either way my numbers came back great and I proceeded through the rest of my pregnancy without the strict diabetic diet. The next few months were quite easy. I did have to deal with some heartburn and acid reflex. I dealt with being swollen and I couldn’t wear most of my shoes or my wedding ring. Every once in awhile my baby would sit on my siatic nerve and I would fall to the ground, but it was never regular or consistent. Besides peeing 10 or more times a night plus the huge belly I was doing pretty well. I was extremely tired, but I relate that to having a toddler who doesn’t really sleep.
At 38 weeks I started getting Braxton Hicks and period like cramps. I measured at a 2. The next week the cramps got worse I measured at a 3 at my 39 week appointment. Finally I woke up a day after my due date for my final visit. I was feeling a little crampy and went into my appointment. He measured me at a 5! I got quite a bit of blood (which I never got) and cramps from the check. I text my husband at around noon telling him I would probably be going into the hospital. When he got him I thought I could hold off so we went to Walmart and I got several consistent contractions. I was already at a 5 and GBS positive so I thought that it might be better to go into the hospital even though I wasn’t sure I was in active labor. We called my mom and told her the baby was coming over. So we went to our apartment, packed our stuff and then dropped off the little guy. My son was more than excited to be left with grandma. When I went in for a hug he thought I was taking him and he cried. He even shut the door for me as we were leaving! He might like his grandma a little bit! 🙂
We drove to the hospital. They put me into a room to get monitored and I was having contractions 3-4 minutes apart and I was at a 5 still. I was given antibiotics for my strep B, but after four hours of mild contractions they turned into cramps and were about every 8 minutes and were slowly becoming less intense, but somehow I was then a 6. The doctor asked if I wanted to break my water. I was already days over due at that point, measuring at a 6 and had already had my antibiotics! So I said yes. The water broke clear and I sat there for about 45 minutes with nothing. I wasn’t even having cramps. And then they started. My contractions came to me at full force!! They started at 12 minutes apart. 2 hours later they were already 4 minutes apart. I decided to try the epidural again just for the heck of it. I was given the epidural about three hours in and the contractions were about 2 minute apart. The anesthesiologist was amazing! He explained everything he was doing and why he was doing it. He was considerate of what my situation and was so kind. He showed me the button and explained how it worked. The epidural was amazing! Everything from my rib cage down was numb, but I could still feel my toes. I was very excited to have the opportunity to relax and feel each contraction, but only a sight pressure about every 30 seconds. I knew I was having them because I was sleeping and with every contraction I’d wake up with a deep breathe because the contraction was so strong it would literally take my breathe away. However, I didn’t feel pain. Both Derek and I took naps and I peacefully watched boy meets world. About four hours after getting the epidural I could feel my back and pelvis having tons of pressure. I quickly told the nurse that I think my baby was coming. She checked me and said “I can feel his head.” The doctor came in shortly after along with a paramedic student. The doctor told me not to push until they get their stuff ready. I looked at my husband and told him I had no idea how I was going to push considering my body was so completely numb. The doctor said “good you’re making progress” as if me talking was getting the baby out! I grabbed my legs and thought about how I would push if I could feel anything. After about five pushes (within about 7 minutes) the doctor said “there he is.” I reached for my son and started sobbing! He was beautiful! He looked so much like his brother and I just held his tiny body. Hubby and I commented on how small he was! He just had tiny fingers and the smallest head ever. Turns out he was 9 lbs, 21 inches long and his head was above average (just not as big as his brothers). As a couple people weighed him the nurse massaged my belly but I couldn’t even feel it because I was so numb. I asked the doctor if I had any tearing and he showed me a big 0 with his hands. About one second later he said “how about I just stitch up right here, it’ll be just one.”
They handed the baby back to me and the nurse told me to have him feed. I completely panicked because of the horrible experience with my first but this baby latched right away. I looked at my hubby and we both watched in complete awe as my child easily swallowed and stayed latched through the entire feeding. I started crying out of relief!
Derek and I had to wait for a room to be available in mother baby before we could leave, but that was okay with us because I still couldn’t move my legs. Finally after about three hours I was able to walk to the bathroom (with lots of help from the nurse and husband) and I went to the bathroom. I wasn’t swollen at all compared to my first. It didn’t even sting/hurt to pee! (Obviously due to the numbness). They didn’t have to give me numbing spray, or an ice diaper the entire hospital stay.
We were able to go into our room in mother and baby and I finally was able to eat! I ordered pancakes and happily ate as my son was passed out next to us. We both were able to take naps because we told no visitors to come and so we were only disturbed by all of the annoying nurses and testing.
I felt great minus some horrible back, tail bone and pelvic pain. I wasn’t bleeding that bad, I kept on forgetting to ice and I never used numbing spray. The one thing that did get worse was the horrible contractions from breastfeeding! Oh my gosh it was dreadful! (Still is!) Another thing was I was sick during this labor. My throat started hurting during labor and proceeded to get worse throughout our stay. I was just praying my son didn’t get it!
My family stopped by to bring gifts and my son, but they only stayed long enough to say hi and they left us alone shortly after. Derek and I happily watched some TV while eating our room service. We went together to have our son do the hearing screen, weight and hepatitis b shot. He passed the hearing and his weight was 8lbs 11oz which was great because that included at least 5 poops! We went back to our room and passed out for the night. My son slept for awhile I got about three hours that night, but I still got better sleep than with my son which was close to zero hours.
The next morning we were ready to go home. They went through all of the steps, set up follow up appointments, discharged us and walked us out with our car seat.
I’m home now and I’m doing pretty well. My back and tailbone still hurt! And every time I’m feeding my son my whole stomach contracts and that makes my back and and pelvis hurt worse. I can’t really walk because my hip hurts so bad! If it weren’t for this hip thing then I wouldn’t have to take any pain medications! I’m finally now able to feel how sore down there so I’m wearing my ice pads that I made and also using dermoplast numbing spray. But I’m only bleeding super bad when he’s latching and I’m contracting.
Who would have thought that I would actually be saying, “oh this labor was easy. He’s head was only slightly above average and he was only 9lbs. Piece of cake!”
Six Days After Baby:
My hip still hurts so bad! I am probably going to go into the doctors, because I can’t walk unless I take some strong drugs! Ibuprofen does nothing for my hip, but it does help with the mild contractions/cramps I am getting from breastfeeding. My son is an amazing latcher!
My milk cam in on Monday and I was so uncomfortable. I took about 3 shower in one day and soaked in the tub to help self express in order to help with the horrible feeling of engorgement. I urged my son to eat so bad so that he could relieve the pressure, but I just produce so much I had to pump in order to have some relief. I already have about 30 extra oz in the freezer of pumped milk.
My son got his circumcision two days ago and so we have been having to do the whole Vaseline thing. Vaseline is the worse for boys, because they pee in their diaper and since the Vaseline is so slippery their pee is always getting shot out of the sides of his diaper. We have been going through so many clothes, blankets, diapers, and bed sheets in order to keep up with how much he is peeing.
He did have a massive diaper rash and so we have been having to use clothe wipes in order to avoid any unwanted rash. Especially since he is so little a lot of diaper rash creams don’t really work well with my boys. They actually get worse rashes from creams when they are this little.
Anyways, pregnancy was great, labor was even better and besides the excruciating hip pain I would say recovery has been pretty tolerable. My son is happy and healthy and I love him so much!
My Life With the Baby:
My son ended up having colic, acid reflex, bowel issues and eczema. He cries more than most babies and has been very tough.