|Huxley Nathaniel R.|
Born February 13, 2017
7 lbs. 8oz.
20 3/4 in.
I began to grow nervous that we would encounter the same situation we did with Annelise's birth in that labor just wouldn't initiate or proceed without aid (after all, there was weekly injections to prevent labor). However, they do not induce VBACs here, which would mean a c-section. Like my previous pregnancies, I had no braxton hicks contractions or anything that would indicate imminent labor. (Or, did I? In retrospect, perhaps I just didn't notice it?). I was growing very weary and ready for this baby to be born!
At my 39 week appointment, my doctor informed me that she would be out of town the day after my due date. This is problematic when you're hoping for a VBAC and your doctor is one of only a few in town who will permit one. If I were to go into labor while she was gone, then there would be a fair chance that the on-call doctor at the hospital would not do a VBAC and I'd automatically go in for a c-section. She suggested that if I wanted to I could go in on my due date to have my water broken in hopes for initiating labor. In favor of giving myself the greatest opportunity for a VBAC delivery, I agreed.
|He's my biggest baby yet! 7lb 8oz.!|
In the following days, however, I became so very torn on the idea of intervening. I knew that once we intervened we were committed. I feared a stalled labor and subsequent c-section. I questioned, I talked, I cried over the decision all weekend. I really wanted labor to initiate naturally, and I knew if there would be any shot at labor and delivery with fewer or no interventions, then this would be my chance. I did many of the old wives tales to initiate labor. I took the children on a stroller walk around our neighborhood several times a day. I ate fresh pineapple (which I loved anyways). I held and smelled a friend's baby. I ate spicy food. I was so determined to put forth my best effort even if the idea was silly so that at least when I went in for the scheduled delivery I could at least say I tried.
Days passed and still no contractions or sign of labor. I then became sure that the scheduled delivery would be my fate. Nonetheless, I decided to call my doctor on Monday (the day before the scheduled delivery) with a list of questions. I then decided to ask for a few more days to initiate labor on my own. We joked about having a panic moment and taking more time, when I'll probably go into labor the next day anyways. Well, little did either of us know that I was already in labor during that phone call!
About 3am Tuesday (Feb 13) I woke with what I assumed were contractions. A few were somewhat strong, but I was able to go back to sleep by 4am. The following morning I continued to have some pains but nothing that would even cause me to pause. (My indicator of the seriousness of an ailment is the necessity to halt functioning in some capacity). I was set on continuing my plan of going for a walk that morning. There was a potential for rain outside, so I decided to load the children up and go walk around our mall. (I discovered our mall is quite small and can be walked in about 5 minutes, but then again I was power walking with a purpose. haha). Once we finished we headed home for lunch. I was still feeling some slight pains and the occasional ones that were causing me to pause now. David came home and believed we needed to quickly get the children to nap and pack our bags for the hospital. He was worried that this third delivery would go fast (he was right). I had been texting a friend who is very knowledgeable in labor and delivery all morning, and without me saying anything explicit she was soon on her way. (She watched our children while we were at the hospital. She and her family were angels for us!). It turned out to be a very good thing that David and my friend had the foresight that it was labor and we needed to head to the hospital. I was still convinced I wasn't going to go into labor on my own and that I what I was feeling wasn't really contractions.
|Meeting their new brother!|
I'm so grateful for each of them! :)
At the hospital, I was still in denial and believed they were going to send us back home. Turns out, I was already 5cm along and didn't even realize I was in labor. We got transferred to a room, and I immediately requested to be permitted to walk the hallways. After laboring with my second child flat on my back in a bed, I absolutely wanted to take advantage of the ability to move. I genuinely believe that makes the process so much more bearable. I was actually walking, talking, and managing contractions just fine for the majority of the labor. I would breathe or sing through them, and then afterwards return to whatever I was doing.
I wasn't opposed to an epidural, but I didn't want to get one to soon and stall labor. Plus, I was managing just find without one so I didn't see the need for one just yet. Then, at around 7-8cm the nurse came in to discuss an epidural in relation to the VBAC. She explained that if an emergency c-section would be needed, then they wouldn't have to put me all the way under since the line would already be in. I agreed that it would be a wise precaution to take. (I'm fully aware of the risks and potentials with delivering VBAC, and they are valid considerations). She also then brought in a "peanut exercise ball" that was designed to simply be placed between the legs to open up the pelvis more. Well, it was effective. About 30-45 minutes later I hit transition. Forget calm singing and breathing through contractions. Forget an epidural even! I was so blindsided by the sudden and severe pain that I screamed with all my might. (I actually had a scratchy throat the next day I had screamed so much). It was quite the experience to fully feel the end contractions and the pushing process. I was hysterical. (And I'm still completely embarrassed by it to this day. Goodness, what a complete loss of self-control! What happens in the delivery room, stays in the delivery room. Right? Let's hope so! haha).
They placed him in my arms and I couldn't have cared less about the aftermath of delivery. I was so happy for him to be here. I did have some complications following the birth. I, of course, tore and required stitches. I also had a lot of extra bleeding which they were able to intervene and stop, as well as keep levels monitored through lab draws during the night. Oddly enough, for whatever reason the biggest hurdle was the struggle for consciousness. Every time I sat up I blacked out. I actually passed out when attempting to stand. So, for the rest of the night the nurse came in every thirty minutes or so and gradually elevated my bed. I felt absolutely awful as my head was pounding and dizzy. It was until midmorning the next day that I was able to get up and walk on my own without feeling faint. (I also had a similar experience with Annelise's birth. I suppose it's my body's strange way of responding).
|Tennyson looked at the baby and then looked at me. |
Then, completely unprompted he leaned
over and gave me a kiss. He's such a
sensitive soul. I'm so glad David caught
this moment on camera. I'll always cherish it!
Fortunately, David was there through the night and held the baby. We had planned for him to return home to be with the older children during the night. However, they were already in bed by the time Huxley was born so there wasn't a point in he going back. I was so very glad he was able to stay. This was a first time, and it meant the world to me. I had wanted someone to stay the night in case I was unable to care for the baby (as was the case it turned out). I had yet to have a baby that didn't have to be immediately sent away to either NICU or nursery. I wanted at least one baby to be able to stay with me, and I'm so glad he did. It was even more special that the one who got to stay with us was David.
The very next day were were discharged and released home. It was the most whirlwind delivery I've yet to experience. Only 5 hours from when we arrived to the hospital to when he was born. To top that-- I did it all natural. I went in it thinking that I had already done one c-section delivery, one VBAC induction, so why not just see how far I could get on my own this time. Turn out the answer is all the way. I can now say I've delivered all three ways (and there will never be any judgement from me). 24 hours after his birth we were on our way home.
It took about a full week for the blacking out/dizziness issue to resolve. Despite that, this recovery was by far the best yet. With my first child, he was born prematurely via c-section and spend several weeks in the hospital. I didn't have an opportunity to rest and recover. I immediately had to be up and going to be with him each day. With my second child, extended family came to stay beginning the day after she was born. One side of the family came for a couple of days. When they left the other side came for about a week. Once they left, David had to return to work. We spend the initial two weeks- the only time David had off work- tending to extra people in our home. I didn't get to rest and recover. We didn't get to bond and adjust as our own family. That recovery was much longer and harder on me than necessary.
This time around, I was firm in wanting the extended family to wait. I wanted the initial two weeks to be all about resting, recovering, adjusting and bonding as a new family of five. I wanted to be able to remain in pajamas if desired, forego hair and makeup if desired, nurse openly to better establish proper breastfeeding habits, not worry as much about the state of the house or people etc. (I certainly didn't want to have to worry about unflattering photos being posted on social media without consent (it has happened. ugh)). Less people to tend to. Less tasks to do. Just an opportunity to focus on resting and relaxing within our family. It was the most restful and joyful time (as much as recovery can be). David cared for the home and older children. I cared for myself and the new baby. We got to enjoy so much time together as a family as well. I honestly attribute the difference in this recovery time to having had two full weeks to focus on our family, rest, and recover.
So far, Mr. Huxley seems to be a rather content little guy. He sleeps and eats well (which is a first in our baby experience! haha). Tennyson and Annelise weren't too sure about him at first, but have come around to the idea of a new sibling and enjoy holding him. Managing three children three years old and under all day on my own has been a learning curve. We're all slowly finding our new groove. It's remarkable how quickly it seems as though there have always been three of them. I just adore each of them individually, and am so grateful for our now family of five.