Here’s The Story
Here it is guys, my birth story. I want to warn you, I’m going to take you back to my delivery by telling my experience in a straight forward non-fluffy way so don’t expect overly edited photos, strategically placed makeup or a photographer in my delivery room. Truth is, the only person I wanted in my face was my hubby who is definitely not an Instagram husband. Giving birth is such an intimate experience and today I’m sharing this with you, so here it goes…
13 days ago on Wednesday, April 12th I sat around my marble kitchen table with the STC team conducting business as usual. We all sat around chatting about the week and prepping for my induction on Monday morning. I was 38.5 weeks and was told I had to be induced because I had Chloestasis. Avoiding induction was the only thing that was on my birth plan this time around. I had a horrible experience while on pitocin with London so I definitely wanted to avoid that the second time around.
London had a hair appointment in the city at 3:15pm so I decided to take the train to get her there. Oddly enough my hubby was going to the city as well so he decided to walk to the train with us. I was wearing a black and white gingham style dress and a pair of sneakers since the weather was in the 70’s. Before I left the house, I remember telling the team – “He’s sitting so low, I feel like he’s going to fall out.” Well let’s just say I didn’t make it a full block before my water broke! I came to a full halt in the middle of the block and my hubby said “Your water just broke didn’t it?” We quickly turned around and began to walk back to our house. I got back inside to grab my hospital bag which was packed and ready to go. I literally was moving like a turtle and thought I had all the time in the world to kill. All of a sudden a big gush of water came streaming out and London thought it would be a great idea to look under my dress and investigate where it was coming from. She was curious and quickly asked if I was peeing on myself. I immediately bent over and braced myself for a contraction which was followed by more a mere 5 minutes later. “Enough looking for your chargers and your cameras, let’s go to the hospital now”, my hubby screamed out. We left for the hospital and I was extremely calm, I had a chance to vlog in between contractions but as soon as we got to the hospital my contractions instantly became stronger! I was literally in tears as they were now coming 3 minutes apart from each other.
I immediately bent over and braced myself for a contraction which was followed by more a mere 5 minutes later. “Enough looking for your chargers and your cameras, let’s go to the hospital now”, my hubby screamed out. We left for the hospital and I was extremely calm, I had a chance to vlog in between contractions but as soon as we got to the hospital my contractions instantly became stronger! I was literally in tears as they were now coming 3 minutes apart from each other.
The staff in the hospital looked so calm and I literally felt like I was going to vomit all over their newly cleaned floors. They prepped the labor room for me after seeing that I was already 4cm dilated and my contractions were steady. The nurse began to prep my IV only to find out that my veins would not allow the needles to stay in. They rejected every last one! I sat there in pain from the pricking and in pain from the contractions. I politely turned to the nurse and said “please stop pricking me and get me an epidural now.” one hour later I had to sit through the biggest contraction while getting an epidural at the same time. I sat there squeezing the life out of a pillow while I tucked my chin, rounded my back and embraced a needle into my spine. I requested a small dosage of epidural so I could still feel the sensation of pushing.
An hour later I knew I was ready as the pressure was so intense! I asked to be checked but everyone seemed to not believe me. I mean it was not my first trip to the rodeo so what the hell was the hold-up, I thought to myself. I requested my doctor and as soon as he checked, sure enough, it was showtime! Saddle up, my feet were placed into the stirrups and the team began to prepare.
There was one doctor, one PA, a nurse and my hubby. I had to push during each contraction but my contractions slowed down to five minutes apart! So basically we all sat around talking about different cultures of the world in between contractions. I mean we were literally having an intense conversation as if my legs weren’t wide open and a small human being wasn’t going to pop out at any moment. Now that I think about it, it’s pretty amusing.
As each contraction came, I held my breath and pushed for 10 seconds for a total of 3 pushes each contraction. You literally feel like your pooping on yourself until you feel the baby’s head. Then the feeling transitions from poop to a ring of fire! At that very moment, all you can think of is “get this baby out of me!” Then poof he’s out and immediately placed on your chest for a little skin to skin moment. Although you’re still pushing your placenta out, you could care less as all of your attention is focused on this little being that just entered the world. I sat and stared at him, trying not to cry but when I turned to see my hubby’s face filled with tears, I let mine flow. It’s such a surreal and intense moment filled with emotions. I’m not a very emotional person but the tears are automatic as if someone pushed a “cry now” button on your body.
The baby was born at 8:42 pm weighing 6.5 lbs and measuring 19 inches long. He had no name for the first 24 hours which isn’t unusual for us. London also had no name for the first day. I have to see the baby’s face and ask them which names they prefer before we name them. We finally came up with Rio Dash. My hubby was in Rio when I told him I was pregnant and it was also father’s day in Brazil so we think it was a perfect fit. I spent exactly 24 hours in the hospital before I broke out. I couldn’t wait to take Rio home and get comfortable in my own space. Although we had a private room, the amount of staff that comes in and out of your room at all hours of the day is ridiculous. I’m a very light sleeper so it was impossible for me to get any sleep in the hospital so we brought our baby boy home.
Giving birth is such a scary but magical moment and I’m happy to share this experience with you. These memories will be forever engraved into my mind and I hope I painted a picture for you to experience this moment with us. Thank you for all of your well wishes and support!