If you follow along you know that I just welcomed my first child. I could not be more in love or happy with our miracle. After years of surgeries, medications, trial & error, we had a successful round of IVF that gave us this precious girl. So lets talk delivery…
Birth Plan, I didn’t have a written birth plan because to me that was silly. You nor your doctor have any clue what will happen. It’s so unknown and different every time. I did however have some things I hoped (really really hoped) would happen.
- Go into labor naturally
- Natural delivery with no pain medication
- Skin to Skin asap
- Leave the hospital in the required 48 hours
So yah….how many of those happened….ONE! Can you guess which one?
I was induced because I had just zero movement or signs that labor would happen any time soon and with the complications I already had it was time to evict the baby. I was induced at 40 weeks plus 1 day.
After 18 hours of being induced there was very little progress at all, so they broke my water. Things did start to progress but after a several more hours I was just exhausted and not able to sleep and my anxiety had hit a point of no return. I was on the verge of a panic attack. So I agreed to an epidural which would allow me to rest and hopefully reduce the anxiety.
My epidural process was honestly the worst part. I felt the CRNA wasn’t very compassionate and didn’t really listen to me at all. After an hour or so, with many tears shed by everyone in the room, it was finally placed. I was able to rest and then I started to realize hmm it’s no longer working. So by this time shift had changed and a new CRNA came in and had to switch medications. It was also to a point now where my water had been broken for 18 hours and that brings on additional risks.
My doctor came in and I was fully dilated so lets start pushing. I pushed and pushed and this girl didn’t move. She must have been very happy inside. My doctor knew how much I did not want a c-section she she had held off the conversation for as long as possible. But here we were. She said I know you don’t want this but she is not going to come out this way. She was kind and said if you want to keep pushing we can go for another hour. I looked at my husband and he gave me the look that I knew we were going to have a c-section. The tears started flowing and I agreed.
I just kept saying I don’t want to do this.
Once in the room and my husband by my side, tears still flowing. We welcomed our gorgeous baby girl. Savannah, was 7lbs 14oz. There were some additional complications that I won’t get into and NICU was in the room so she went straight to them. She didn’t cry so I kept asking through the tears if she was ok. The CRNA wiped my tears and assured me she looked perfectly healthy and was doing well. My husband was with her and I finally heard the cry. Such relief. While I was still being tended to by the medical staff the NICU team brought her to me and laid her on my chest for skin to skin.
We were in the hospital for 5 days total and convinced them to let us go home early Thanksgiving morning to our house filled with family. I was in labor for 43 hours prior to the c-section. I will never forget seeing her face and knowing it was all worth it.
This miracle I prayed for and fought for years to obtain finally happened and I am a new person.
My recommendation to anyone out there, don’t have a set plan! Have some goals knowing it could all change. Health & Safety of mom and baby are the priority.
So which of my goals happened…..breastfeeding! I have so far been able to breastfeed successfully and will share more in other posts.