Giving birth is a miracle. I never understood this until I actually did it.
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My due date was August 5. I went in the week before for my weekly check-up and my doctor decided to induce me. The first available time was August 2 at 2:00 AM… that’s right. 2 o’clock in the morning… when I should be sleeping. Her reason was that I had tested positive for the Group B Strep Infection. Before you gasp and think I’m horrible for wanting to have a natural delivery anyway, I was put on an antibiotic drip as soon as I checked in to the hospital. All precautions were properly taken and we had no problems.
My parents decided to rent a room at a local bed and breakfast and we all stayed there that very short night. I enjoyed some relaxation (as well as I could knowing the night would be short and I had no idea what to expect once we got the hospital.
Preparation and Waiting
We arrived early at the hospital. We were anxious and ready to meet our new little guy. We did paperwork, I was not having any contractions at all. We got settled into a room and I was put on a Pitocin drip as well as the antibiotic I mentioned earlier.
Joel and I tried to get some sleep. It’s very hard to sleep when you are hooked up to monitors and nurses are in and out every half hour, but I did my best.
My doctor came in around 9:00 or 10:00 AM and told me that she was going to break my waters. That was a relief because that meant I was definitely having a baby soon! After my waters were broken, I started to feel contractions. They were very painful period cramps compared to the contractions I had when my water broke naturally with my second child.
I asked for an epidural, but I had to dilate to a certain number before they could give it to me. I was also told I was not allowed to eat or drink in case I had to be taken to the Operating Room for an emergency c-section. That part wasn’t fun at all. You get thirsty when you are laboring and sometimes your tummy grumbles at you. Water would have been helpful because laboring is exhausting.
The good news is that my doctor showed up a little before 6:00 PM and had me start pushing. A few pushes and Joel and I were the proud parents of a brand new baby boy. Baby got laid on my chest and I was able to talk to him for a few minutes as the nurses cleaned him up and checked his vitals.
Scary Turn of Events
Unfortunately, I had to go to the Operating Room after all. I ended up tearing very badly while pushing and was losing a lot of blood. Joel stayed with our new baby and introduced him to our family (a part I missed out on and it was really hard). He was worried about me and kept looking at me and looking at our baby boy, unsure of what to do. I had instructed him to stay with our new son no matter what happened. My mom stayed with me and that made Joel feel a little bit better.
I remember waking up in the recovery room very scared. I had to replay what had happened in my mind. It was fuzzy. It was also cold in that recovery room… and loud. I asked the attending nurse if I could have some water and was denied because she wanted to make sure my stomach was going to stay settled after the anesthesia wore off.
I was finally able to be returned to my hospital room and told I would be moved to another room since we had to stay for a couple of nights for observation. I was pale and weak, but I was determined to get up and move after that O.R. trip.
Keep in mind, I still haven’t seen my baby and it’s been close to an hour total.
I called the nurse and requested that he be brought back to my room so I can be with him. Finally, he was brought to our room and I was able to hold him for the first time since giving birth.
*** I am not upset with hospital, nurses, or my doctor. Joel knew where our baby was at all times. I needed to rest after my ordeal and I wasn’t sure what to expect anyway. We were all very well taken care of and I am so thankful for the nursing staff that took care of us while we were there.
We got moved to our new room and had some privacy as a family of three. My parents stayed majority of the time, but took off after getting Joel some food. I was finally able to eat and it was fantastic. I was hooked up to an IV with some fluids to keep me hydrated. I was able to get up and walk when I wanted to. I hurt to move and sit for obvious reasons.
We had a few friends and family visit us over the three days that we stayed in the hospital. I was overjoyed when the nurse told me that I could take a shower. Best. Relief. Ever. I felt like a normal person again. I was clean and ready to go home.
Our son was cleared and had no sign of the Group B infection (praise God!). We were able to get home and start settling in as a family of three. We had to make adjustments, but we survived.
I would love to hear your birth stories! Share a link in the comments, or email me at email@example.com. I will share my second son’s story later in the week.
Thanks for reading and God Bless!