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Friday, June 15, 2007
Aiden's Birth Story
Even though he was nearly a week past his due date, Aiden still hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to leave his comfy home in my belly. So, on Thursday, May 31st, my doctor said we should call the hospital to go in for an induction. I called Labor and Delivery bright and early that morning, at 7:30. Unfortunately, there weren’t any open rooms at the moment, and I needed to call back around 10:30 to see if anything had changed. While Jason slept a little longer, I showered, shaved, blow dried my hair, and put on some makeup. Hey, might as well look nice for as long as I could, right?

I called back at 10:30, but still no open rooms! I was assured that I was at the top of the induction list, and should call back again in a few hours to check the status then.

I didn’t have my hopes up when I called back around noon. Imagine my surprise when they asked how soon I could get there. “I live about 15 minutes away,” I said. They told us to head in to the hospital. Oh my gosh! This was actually happening!

We quickly gathered the rest of our stuff and jumped in the car. I was feeling so nervous at this point, but Jason was very calm. I was starving, so I had him stop at Chick Fil A and get me a chicken sandwich and a fruit cup. Hey, I needed some energy for the task ahead of me!

At the hospital, we realized that we must not have been paying much attention during the tour, because we got lost on our way to L & D. Thank goodness I wasn’t in labor and in pain, because I don’t think I would’ve liked that too much. Finally we made it to the right place, filled out some paperwork, and they took us to our room. It was crazy to think that this would be where our baby would be born!

I changed into my hospital gown and Jason and I settled in. Soon, the first of what would be three different nurses (thank you, long labor!) came in to start my IV and get the Pitocin going. She was sweet and chatty, but I really didn’t have a lot to say because HOLY CRAP I am about to HAVE A BABY! I probably just nodded a lot and mumbled “baby” a few times to her.

Since my cervix was almost fully effaced and 1 cm, I didn’t have to get Cervadil. That was nice, because it would shave off a few hours in the whole process. By 2:30 in the afternoon, they had started the pitocin. It was a pretty low level though, because they wanted to build me up slowly. The dosage was doubled every hour.

For hours, it was easy as pie. I could feel contractions, but they were pretty mild. We could see on the monitors that they were coming 2 to 3 minutes apart. I felt great and we spent a lot of time walking around the hallways with my IV in tow. We were pretty bored, really, and wanting something to start happening! I realized that daytime TV sucks, and we spent hours just staring at shitty shows on the tube.

My mom, my sister, Kasey, and my mother in law, Linda showed up around 8pm. By this time the contractions were getting stronger but I wasn’t making much progress. The doctor checked me and basically “stretched” me to 2cm (oh, was that a lot of fun!) but my cervix wasn’t really doing much.

My best friend during this early labor was the birthing ball. It’s like those exercise balls you can do crunches with. I sat on it and sort of bounced my way through the contractions. I figured that I might even decide not to get an epidural, because sitting on the ball felt so good and really eased the discomfort. (Dumb girl… I had no idea what I was in for!)

I remember we all watched that Fox show, So You Think You Can Dance, at 9pm. I didn’t really pay a lot of attention, though. I was feeling more contractions and hoping that my damn uncooperative cervix would get with it and dilate, already!

At 11pm, the doctor checked me again. And guess what? No progress. I was pretty pissed off. Obviously I wasn’t having a May baby at this point… we were just an hour away from June. The doctor offered an option, called the foley catheter. Basically they put a little catheter in your cervix, and gently blow it up with saline. It manually dilates the cervix to 4 cm over a few hours, and really kickstarts further dilation. I figured, why not? So we did it.

Oddly enough, the inflation of the catheter didn’t hurt. But the doctor had trouble getting it in the right spot and keeping it in the cervix to inflate it, and THAT was not pleasant. I tried that bullshit breathing I learned in the birth classes, but it was like I just said… bullshit. Didn’t really help me too much!

I was glad when the catheter part was over, and looking forward to some relaxing, but that was not to be. Fortunately, my cervix got a clue and decided it was time to start doing something. And by midnight, my contractions were really hitting home. I felt like crap.

My family, including Jason, stepped out to grab a little food before the cafeteria shut down. While they were gone, the contractions got worse. I got some Stadol to help ease the pain, but that didn’t really work. I felt drunk, like I had too much wine, which was nice in between contractions. But the contractions themselves hurt like a bitch!

My nurse casually mentioned that the anesthesiologist was on Labor and Delivery doing another woman’s epidural. I asked if I could sign up to be next. Forget my fear of the big ass needle… I wanted some pain relief. I called Jason and drunkenly (remember the Stadol) said I was getting the epidural and get his butt back to my room. Then the anesthesiologist walked in, and he was hot! At least I think he was… maybe it was the Stadol or the promise of sweet, sweet numbness that made me think that.

He asked a bunch of questions, which I tried to answer but just sort of mumbled through. I felt so damn drunk from the Stadol. I remember he asked me about my being a news anchor as he was looking at my bare back (and ass, I might add). I have no idea what sort of reply I offered. Jason had made it back to the room by this point and was actually laughing at my disoriented state, so I know it must have been bad.

People, let me tell you. I thought the epidural would hurt. But I seriously felt less pain getting that, than I did when they put an IV into my arm. I felt a tiny pinprick, then a cooling tingly sensation, and that was it. I kept waiting for the BIG PAIN, but it never happened. The contraction pains eased off immediately. Epidurals are the best thing EVER. The end.

We all settled down to try and sleep, which didn’t really happen. I didn’t have pain, but I was so anxious and excited that I couldn’t really sleep. Poor Jason got maybe 45 minutes of sleep. Around 5am, they checked me again and I was almost 5 cm. Slow progress, but progress nonetheless.

This is where it gets scary. All of a sudden Aiden’s heart rate started showing signs of distress. It would drop too low after contractions, so they flipped me on my side and gave me oxygen. They also backed off big time on the pitocin, to give him time to rebound. I was terrified, because I could hear his heart rate drop and I could tell the doctor wasn’t pleased with what she was seeing on the monitor.

Thankfully, Aiden responded well to our efforts to give him a break. He bounced back and they started to up the pitocin again. By 10:45 am, I was at 7 cm!

It was then that I felt like my epidural wasn’t working as well. I started to feel contractions again, mostly on my left side. I got a bolus of extra medicine and that helped, but only for an hour. The doctor checked me again around 12:30 and we discovered why I was feeling more pain… my contractions had gotten so strong I was at 9 cm and almost ready to push!

Shortly before 1:30pm, I was at 10cm. Unfortunately, I was still feeling some contraction pains, but didn’t want to be so numb that I couldn’t push, so I waited to take more medicine. I remember being so scared and also very tired at this point, after nearly 24 hours of labor. I started to shiver and yawn a lot, and as I did my first few pushes I got nauseous.

The next few hours were the toughest of my life. I ended up pushing for 3.5 hours. I was so exhausted, and became so frustrated that things weren’t moving more quickly. The only key to my getting through it was Jason. He was the best coach… encouraging and loving, but also demanding that I push HARD and get this over with. When I think back, I can only remember his voice in my ear telling me to keep going.

Pushing didn’t really hurt, but the contractions did. I had an awful pain in my back that wouldn’t go away, even in between contractions. I would twist and turn and try to relieve the pain, and Jason would rub my back hard, but it just ached. After hours of dealing with this I finally broke down and just started to cry silently. I looked at Jason and saw tears in his eyes, too. He felt so helpless that he couldn’t do anything to relieve the pain.

It didn’t help that shift changes had happened and we had the bitchiest nurse ever helping me push. I remember snapping at her to help me out and hold my damn leg, because wasn’t that her JOB? She got better after that and was okay to deal with.

Jason suggested that I try using the mirror to see how well I was doing. With every push, they could see Aiden’s head, and Jason thought I might feel encouraged if I could see it, too. I never thought I’d want to do that, but I agreed, and it was a great decision.

With every push, I threw all of my strength into it, then glanced in the mirror to see the progression. It was amazing to see his little head moving closer and closer. Finally, my doctor said his head was about to crown. That was scary, because I knew that the next push could result in a tear or episiotomy. I felt the contraction and just pushed gently, almost in a pulsing rhythm to ease him out, and I felt his head pass through. No pain, just the sensation. It was so odd and amazing.

Jason started to cry at this point… and he kept crying for probably the next 15 minutes. The next push brought out one shoulder, then the other. I could feel as he sort of slid out... it was so surreal. Aiden Michael was born at 4:50pm, and started to wail, joined by his Mom and Dad. We were one big weepy family. They put Aiden on my chest and I just felt like I was in shock. This big, beautiful boy was inside ME for the past nine months?? He seemed both huge and so delicate at the same time.

Jason went with Aiden to the warmer while the doctor delivered the placenta. I watched as Jason continued to cry (he was in love instantly, don’t you think?) and Aiden was foot printed and given his Apgar test. He scored 8 and 9. Finally Jason brought him back to me all bundled up, and we just sat together and looked at each other. Aiden’s eyes were open, and he looked at both of us wide-eyed. We had just become a family of three.

I was so lucky, despite the long labor and pushing, that I didn’t tear or need an episiotomy. I felt a little sore that night, mostly at my epidural site. The next morning, I felt just fine. I didn’t even really have any swelling, and going to the bathroom didn’t hurt at all. Two days after Aiden’s birth, I felt 100%. I know, I’m very lucky.

I’ll write more soon, about how the past two weeks have been, and how tough it was for me to adjust during that first week home. I probably cried every day and felt pretty overwhelmed. Thank God I’ve been blessed with a little angel who decided last week to start sleeping for 3 or 4 hour stretches overnight. A little sleep has helped me feel much more human, and much more capable as a mom.

The whole experience of Aiden’s birth was amazing. I learned so much… about how hard pushing was, about how amazing my husband is, and about how much strength I actually have. I sort of feel like Superwoman! I carried this little miracle for nine months, and brought him into the world, too! Simply amazing.


Blogger Frema said...

What a great story! So glad you're feeling good, physically, and that you didn't tear or require stitches. This pregnant gal can't wait to hear about the rest of your experience so far!

Blogger janet said...

wow, thank you for sharing this great story! you guys really do make an adorable family!

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Congratulations Kelly. Thanks for sharing your story. -Ella

Blogger Silly Hily said...

It really is amazing, isn't it. I still don't think I've wrapped my head around the idea that my husband and I have created two other human beings and that I've carried them and birthed them. Like you said, amazing.
You didn't tear or have to be cut? And no stretch marks? You really are a lucky woman and clearly have some of the most elastic skin ever.
Glad you are adjusting. It takes a while. You sound like you are doing great though.
Also, I'm with you on the IV hurting worse than the epi. I hate the IV. The epi? Heaven. Oh, oh, oh, and the doc who gave me my epi with Silly Girl? He was totally hot, too. I remember him walking in and thinking, you are that hot AND you are going to make these contractions go away? Swoon. I didn't get so lucky with Silly Boy. I mean, the man did his job but he wasn't hot. Bummer.

Blogger Kellie said...

Great story--sorry labor was so long and pushing was, too.

Not to be a beyatch, but seriously? You are one of those that looks awesome during labor and right after the baby's born? Pfft!! :)

Blogger Melissa said...

How beautiful--your story, and your family of three. :)

Blogger Liz said...

Oh Kelly, thank you for sharing Aiden's birth story.
You should know that I dropped a few tears there. Congratulations to your beautiful family!
I was so glad to have been able to use the mirror to see Henry as I pushed--it *was* motivating. Good thinking, Jason!

Anonymous Rayshell said...

Wow! You're entire story was so motivating. Thanks for sharing! I am 35 weeks along and so scared. I know everyone's experience is different, but you have put a very positive spin on things.

You family is beautiful! You are truly blessed!

Anonymous alyndabear said...

Oh Kellie, this was so beautiful! You did an awesome job, and I'm still all sappy for your gorgeous family. :)

Blogger Alison said...

Congratulations! Sounds like you were very strong to make it through all that labor and pushing. I'm very happy for you that Aiden is so healthy and well behaved (so far!) Keep posting when you have time!

Blogger L Sass said...

Aiden is so perfect!! I'm glad you're feeling better already and adjusting to mommyhood!

Blogger Rachel said...

What a great story, Kelly! Thank you for sharing. Can't wait to hear about the last two weeks!! You did an amazing job!

Blogger Isabel said...

Beautiful, beautiful story.

And an even more beautiful family. Thanks for sharing.

Blogger AnnaBana said...

YAY for new baby boys!!! Congratulations, motherhood rocks!

Blogger Shauna said...

Beautiful Story! Contratulations and Welcome to Motherhood!

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