I think I owe you guys a birth story! Theo is currently snoozing away next to me in his leachco podster (if you’ve never heard of it, I highly recommend looking into it and getting one!) so I figure now is a good time to share our story. So as you all know, I was set to have an amnio on June 23rd and to be induced on the 25th. Theo had other plans in mind.
On Monday June 22nd, much to mine and my OB’s great surprise, I was woken up to an enormous gush of fluid. At 5:50 am, I jumped out of bed, startling my deeply sleeping husband with a shout of surprise and a “My water broke!” Unlike with my oldest son, when my water broke first with a small gush which was then followed by a huge downpour when I reached the bathroom, this time my water broke and gave me no advanced warning. My bed was soaked, my pants glued to my legs and the carpet had wet spots where I stood in a shock for a minute before getting myself to the bathroom and into gear. I called my OB and let her know that my water had broken, joking that Theo apparently had no desire to have an amnio to which she sleepily replied: “Smart little thing.” She told me to have breakfast and then head to the hospital.
At 7am, I checked into the L&D floor and was placed into triage. My OB arrived a few minutes later. She attempted to confirm that my water had broken using the litmus test but was unable to. Luckily, she believed me when I told her I was positive my water had broken (especially because this was my second time experiencing it). At 7:30am, she did the first pelvic check and unfortunately, I was 0cm dilated and only 50% effaced. I had a long road ahead of me, but no one expected it to be quite as long as it turned out to be.
At 8am, I was officially admitted to an L&D room.
At 9am, they started the antibiotics for my GBS positive status. At 10:30am, we started the Pitocin. At this point, my OB thought I’d easily have my baby before dinner time as this was my third delivery.
Boy was she wrong.
At 4:30pm, my OB did the second pelvic check and found I had made it to 3cm.
Several times, in the next few hours my OB came to check on me and ask how I was feeling. My contractions on the monitor were still very inconsistent (despite continuously increasing levels of Pitocin) so she avoided checking me knowing that I was unlikely to have made significant progress given the trace pattern of the contractions.
At 8:30pm, my OB finally checked me again and I had only made it 4cm. I could definitely tell she was surprised by my slow progress. However, once you hit 4cm you enter active labor, so from this point on she was still hopeful I’d deliver before midnight.
At 1am, I had only made it to 5cm. Now both my OB and the nurse were repeatedly checking my IV line, convinced there must have been a kink blocking the Pitocin from getting in my body. Not finding anything, they switched my IV to a different spot.
At 4:30am, my OB checked me and I was still at 5cm. I could tell she was incredibly perplexed by my lack of progress and we discussed how long I would be allowed to labor on my own. Usually, they have a 24hour rule from the time you water has broken to when they want the baby delivered. Since, Theo was looking so great on the monitor and I wasn’t showing any signs of fever, she felt it was best to bend the rules a bit and see how it goes. As a hail Mary attempt, they decided to give me a fresh bag of Pitocin.
This was my golden ticket.
At 6:30am, my OB checked me again. My contractions were getting more intense and I was starting to feel a very familiar rectal pressure that indicated the baby was getting into position. What I didn’t expect, was that in just two hours, I had progressed to 9cm! I nearly wept with relief. She started getting the room ready for delivery. My husband figured he still had about half an hour before it was time to start pushing, so he headed downstairs to get a cup of coffee. Good thing he was fast, because when he came back in the room only five minutes later, I was ready to start pushing.
The nurse called for the baby nurse to come to my room because I was ready to deliver and over the phone I could hear her say: “Room 10? Finally! Yes!” It seemed everyone had been tracking my 25 hours of labor and the staff was genuinely excited for me as I think many expected me to be wheeled into a c-section at any minute.
Three pushes later, at 7:06am, Theo came screaming into the world. It was the most beautiful sound. I sobbed as I listened to him. I never thought I would get to hear that sound again after the deafening silence of Zeke’s delivery. My OB immediately placed him on my chest while she cut the cord and the nurse vigorously wiped him down. All the while, I just stared at my beautiful little miracle. 6 lbs 11oz and 19 3/4 in of pure love.
Up next: Some surprises at the hospital…