Roman’s Birth Story

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At 9:00 am on Monday July 28th, 2014 I was sitting on our guest bed with my mom in my pajamas chit-chatting when I received a phone call from the hospital wanting to know if I could be there at 10:00 am…yes in an hour…they so kindly clarified. I was set up for an induction that thursday due to my gestational diabetes. Thursday was my brother’s birthday and the day that my dad and brothers would be coming. I was ready for Thursday. Monday? not so much. I immediately lost control of my nerves. I asked if I could just keep my appointment for Thursday only to find out that I might not be able to then because of over-booking. You can imagine my joy. So, if I declined doing the induction (the next hour) then I may not be able to until the next week. Which would have meant my Dad and brothers trip would be useless. I told them I would call my husband and call them right back. Cooper was immediately excited and exclaimed, “TODAY? okay i’m coming home now!” I could hear the excitement in his voice. I was excited too, I’d been waiting for what seemed like forever to hold this sweet baby boy, but I felt like I couldn’t quite get my head in the right place of calm and peace. I called the hospital and told them I’d be there and that began what ended up being the most exciting day of my life.

In hindsight, which we all know is 20/20, I would have immediately eaten as much as I could stomach at the time. Instead, I chose to shower, thinking this would be my last peaceful uninterupted one for quite sometime. Again, looking back I think, you fool all you need is food!!! The above picture was as we were leaving our house for the hospital. The next time we would walk through those doors we would have our little boy in tow.

By 11:00 am, I was on pitocin and my Dr. (who I love dearly) had broken my water. I felt very lucky in the fact that I was already 4cm dilated for about two weeks before my induction. I sincerely thought because of that I would progress quickly…silly ole’ me. Instead, when I was checked at 3:00 I had only gotten to 5cm. It was rather disappointing being on pitocin and having constant contractions that I wasn’t moving faster. I decided then that I would get an epidural. I remember for a long time that I thought I would think less of myself for getting one. At that point, I knew my head was not in the right place to do this all natural. I couldn’t get peace and my anxiety was getting the best of me. I remember the look of relief on Cooper’s face when I said I wanted it. I know he couldn’t stand seeing me in pain but supported me no matter what. by 3:30 I had the magical juice and it rocked. I was able to take a short nap, and watch a little Harry Potter. by 5:45 she had checked me and I was at 9cm!!! His head was turned wrong so when she talked to the Dr. he said he wanted me to push once to see if it would engage him. The rest seems like a bit of a blur. I pushed with all my might and the nurse exclaimed,”I see his hair!” and immediately went to call the Dr. and tell him to get there! I pushed as hard as my body could possibly let me. Epidural or not I gave it everything that I had. I felt so present and so at peace. After a very short 15 minutes, my son was born at 6:55 pm. The nurses and Dr. seemed in awe of how fast it happened, and so did I!

As I held my son I couldn’t believe it, he was perfect. When they took him over to get cleaned up I felt an out of body experience. I sat there with the goofiest grin on my face. Little did I know things with me weren’t really going smoothly at all. I’m incredibly thankful I had a Dr. and nurses that stayed so unbelievably calm, cool, and collected. According to my mother I was losing a sickening amount of blood and as the seconds went by I was getting whiter and whiter. My mom has since told me she almost had to leave the room. I’m also thankful that my husband was completely focused on our son and had no idea what was going on until after the situation had been rectified. This scenario did however greatly effect my recovery period.

Overall, I had the best experience I could have ever imagined. I’m so thankful for the way I can tell my birth story and I consider myself incredibly lucky.

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