If you’ve been following my blog or social media, you already know our sweet little one has arrived safe and sound. It wasn’t necessarily an easy task, but in my typical wild imagination, I envisioned something a bit different. Thankfully, the good Lord blessed us with a labor I would not hesitate to do again with the end result we received.
We went in to be induced 10/31 at 11 pm. Of course, Jason and I imagined an ER filled with ghosts and ghouls but we were the only patients there. We quickly got into our room and we’re welcomed by the best nurse I could have ever asked for. I was checked and still dilated to 1.5-2 which is where I had been for over a week. Clearly, Zayden enjoyed how cozy my tummy was. After I was checked, I was put on some medication to begin the process around midnight. Our nurse then told us to rest, because we would need it and left the room. Already I was surprised by how easy and relaxed everything was. You can’t check into a hotel this quickly, let alone a hospital. The hallways we’re quiet and I appeared to be one of the first laboring patients of the day because we got the biggest, best hospital room of them all (no joke).
Of course, Jason takes our nurses advice and passes out within seconds, and I anxiously squirm and flip flop all over my uncomfortable hospital bed as I slowly feel contractions come on. Going into this labor, I fully knew I’d likely have an epidural but I wanted to see how it goes before I jumped into it right away. Around 4 am, our nurse came back and checked me again and I had progressed to a 3. It wasn’t much improvement but we were both happy with this. She then started me on Pitocin and asked if I needed an epidural yet. As I cringed during contractions, I said I was ok at the moment and wanted to wait a little longer (dumb idea Chasnie…I was not proving anything to myself or anyone else). My only reasoning behind it is, we had gone through so much to get to this point, I wanted to truly experience it. And that I did. Ten minutes after the Pitocin started, my water partially broke. She came to check me again and it broke the rest of the way and now I was at a 4. Quickly I was progressing and about an hour later I had Jason call the nurse in and get an epidural asap. At this point, the anesthesialogist was not there yet but he was on call so it was going to be about 20 minutes before we could begin it (this is where I say I was being dumb…why didn’t I ask for it earlier). The pain was pretty intense and not what I imagined it would be. Last September I had bled 1 liter into my abdomen after an ectopic pregnancy had ruptured my fallopian tube. That was the most pain I’ve ever been in my life and these contractions were about twice that feeling. The only relief was, I would have small breaks to catch my breath before the next one came.
Finally, the epidural arrived. And that was a whole different experience for me. It wasn’t the needle that freaked me out or even hurt, but you have to hunch over so the doctor can stick you in-between your vertebraes. This sounds like it isn’t a big deal, but hunching over while 9 months pregnant and being stuck multiple times, all whole your ridiculous contractions are taking over your body is alot to take on at once. Side note, one of the sticks hit a nerve and my leg had a reflex and kicked my super awesome nurse. I felt terrible…I think I maybe shed a tear because I felt so bad. Luckily, third time is a charm and we were able to get the epidural in and started.
My contraction pain decreased SIGNIFICANTLY, that was a huge blessing. My wonderful nurse was off shift and we got a new nurse and two student nurses. I mean if I’m going to experience this labor thing, why not be with two student nurses. Ha. In all seriousness, the two student nurses were fantastic, fanned me when I got hot, held my legs when I couldn’t and coached me through it all. The new nurse checked me around 8 am and I had progressed to a 7 (pitocin definitely was doing the trick). An hour later she came back and all she said was, “Ok it’s time.” “Um…time for what?” Jason and I both said at the same time. Apparently, it was time to have this baby. See in my head, I had pictured a grueling 30 hour labor. I had planned for the worst and everything happened to be going rather smoothly. I absolutely couldn’t complain at the moment. By this time I wasn’t able to feel my legs, like at all but I could still feel contractions. At one point, I upped my epidural to help with the pain and then I really couldn’t feel my legs or anything else for that matter.
So now was the time. I wasn’t ready for it. I actually leaned over to Jason and said I wasn’t ready and I needed more time, but he was there and he knew we could get through it. The rest was a bit of a blur. The nurses and room was quiet. I didn’t remember to play music like I had wanted to. There was tons of pushing going on. The room grew incredibly hot and Jason grabbed a cold rag for my head and one nurse startes fanning me. After an hour of pushing, we finally we’re past the “hard part” as they put it. I was pretty skeptical, thinking pushing him out has to be harder than this, right? Thankfully, it was kind of a breeze. I don’t know if I had it in my head it would be so much worse that I had prepped my mind and body for it or if it really was just easier but within what felt like minutes my doctor came in and out came Baby Zayden.
The room was still quiet for a few seconds and I found myself holding by breath, just waiting what seemed like an eternity but then Baby Z engulfed the room with his wailing cries. A huge sigh of relief came out of my mouth and finally I could relax and embrace him and embrace the first moments of our sweet little family. So many loving tears and emotions overcame me and J as we got to see and hold him. Thank you Lord for a healthy, beautiful, attentive baby boy!
One blessing I didn’t expect was after delivering the placenta, my doctor was amazed by something different with it. I mean…placenta looks pretty disgusting to me but she kept saying how interesting it was. Turns out that second embryo we implanted and didn’t take, had a little pocket attached to Zayden’s placenta. In a way, our second little baby was there all along. I bet he/she was looking after Zayden this entire time and just developed a little pocket of extra goodness to make Zayden even more perfect. What a miracle all of this was and continues to be. I am thankful for every single moment.