Grant’s Birth Story
It’s been 6 weeks since Grant was born yet every day I still look at him in awe. How did I grow this tiny human inside of me? That his adorable little feet were what I felt kicking in my belly for all of those months? It’s mind blowing what our bodies are capable of.
During my pregnancy I loved listening to and reading as many birth stories as I could. Some of them were profoundly beautiful; others were terrifying and ended in the worst way I could have imagined. For his birth, my goal was to have it be as natural as possible. I preferred to have it without any medications or interventions, and I wanted to be able to feel my body push him out and experience that raw rush of emotions as they placed him on my chest for the first time.
At the same time I was aware that there was so much that was out of my control. When it comes to child birth, you just never know what hand of cards you’re going to get dealt. Because of that I tried to keep an open mind. I thought if I took good care of myself and chose a provider that I was confident in then everything would probably work out the way I wanted it to. I ate as healthy as possible, walked 3 miles a day, did prenatal yoga, and religiously sat on my exercise ball. I was fortunate to have a healthy pregnancy with a little bit of heartburn, occasional aches and pains, and that was about it.
GOING PAST MY DUE DATE
Knowing that it’s common for first time moms to go past their due date, plus having a personal family history of it, I had a strong feeling that I would go past 40 weeks. When I brought the topic up for discussion in my second trimester with the midwife group I had chosen, I was told that they start fetal monitoring at 41 weeks and then discuss induction at 42 weeks.
Fast forward to my last prenatal appointment at 39 weeks + 6 days, one of the midwives informed me that because I was 35 years old, they recommended that I be induced at 40 weeks. As in the next day.
Feeling completely blind sided, I said that was not what I was told at my prior appointments and that I had no interest in being induced. She explained that they must have assumed I was younger and gave me information based on their protocols for someone under 35 years of age, which technically I was for the first 6 months of my pregnancy. She said by going past 40 weeks that my risk of stillbirth increased and that I didn’t have to “try and be a hero by doing it naturally”.
I immediately declined induction but agreed to a cervical check. During the check she told me I was 1-2cm dilated and about 70% effaced. She offered to sweep my membranes as she was doing the check which, again, totally blind sided me. I firmly said no but the exam was so uncomfortable I still question if she did it without my consent.
Up until that appointment I was perfectly fine with going past my due date. I felt great and we were both healthy so I had no reason to be concerned. I was confident that he would come whenever he was ready. Yet all of a sudden I felt like I had to play defense. Advocating for myself at 40 weeks pregnant was not something I had imagined doing. I left that day in tears because all of sudden I felt like I had chosen the wrong provider.
Once I made it clear that I did not want to be induced, the midwives required that I start fetal monitoring as soon as possible. At 40 weeks + 2 days I went in for an ultrasound and a non-stress test. Everything came back normal except that my amniotic fluid index was 3.5 when it should be 5, according to their standards.
Having read about this topic in the book Expecting Better and on the site Evidence Based Birth, I came to the conclusion that a low AFI (with a sufficient single deepest pocket- mine was over 3cm) in an otherwise normal pregnancy was not a valid reason to induce. Because of that I continued to resist their recommendation for immediate induction.
INDUCING LABOR NATURALLY
With the threat of induction looming, I began to seek natural alternatives to help get the show on the road. I had already been eating dates every day since 38 weeks, ate an entire pineapple (including the core), lots of spicy food, had sex, tried nipple stimulation, and even did a series of induction acupuncture along with herbs. During one of the appointments my acupuncturist told me that a friend of hers was able to get her fluid levels up by resting and hydrating so I stopped walking for a few days and started drinking an insane amount of alkaline water and coconut water.
At 40 weeks + 3 days one of the midwives called me as we were eating dinner to try, yet again, to coerce me into agreeing to the induction. She said that I risked cord compression if I waited any longer and that I was putting my baby’s life in danger. I agreed to schedule the induction for 40 weeks + 6 days, even though I had no intention of being induced that day. I will admit, during this time I began to question myself. Was I putting my baby in danger? My instinct told me no but it was really hard to shut out the noise.
At 40 weeks + 5 days, I had a follow up appointment with more monitoring. Grant continued to appear perfectly healthy and my fluid had just barely gone up but not enough for them to support my decision. During that appointment I agreed to another cervical check and the midwife said I was between 2 to 3cm dilated and 80% effaced. My body was clearly getting ready but it’s likely I wasn’t making progress because of how much anxiety I was feeling over the last week. Out of desperation I decided to let that midwife do a membrane sweep. This wasn’t something I originally wanted to do but I was so stressed out at this point that I was willing to try anything. This was also the only midwife that I felt was willing to listen and give me more time to go into labor on my own.
THE START OF CONTRACTIONS…FINALLY
At 40 weeks + 6 days I talked to the midwife on call and told her that I really wanted to see if my body would go into labor on its own. She agreed to cancel the appointment and said she hoped to see me later that night. After that I sent out a text to my family members asking that I be left alone for the weekend to relax in hopes that labor would come on naturally. We took the dogs for a long walk that morning then I made Brandon dance with me to Outkast which gave me a much needed laugh. Trust me if you saw the way that boy dances, you’d understand.
After that we went to lunch at our favorite restaurant and that’s when I first started noticing the contractions. My plan was to ignore them for as long as possible so that’s what we did. We picked up a vegan cinnamon bun and went to a local park to sit by the lake. It was such a beautiful day and I’ll always look back at it fondly remembering how we spent our last moments as just the two of us.
As we were leaving the park I started having a strong urge to pee with every contraction. I think this might have had something to do with the fact that I had been drinking over 120 ounces of liquids per day since I had been told my fluid was low. I also read that a full bladder could encourage contractions to start so I probably wasn’t urinating as often as I should have been. Once labor started I’m not sure if my bladder was having a hard time emptying but it started to feel like I had a UTI that intensified with every contraction.
By dinner time that evening the contractions started coming closer together and were harder for me to ignore. I tried my best to eat a full meal in between them and decided to text my doula to give her a heads up that things were progressing. She suggested that I take a bath and try to get some sleep. Isn’t that what they all say? Ha!
Anyway, I did exactly what she said and took a bath and it started to slow things down. After that I climbed into bed and listened to a hypnobirthing recording that I had downloaded to my phone. It slowed things down even more and I went almost 20 minutes without a contraction! As soon as I felt like I was starting to doze off, a wave came out of nowhere and sent me running to the bathroom to pee.
I spent some time on the toilet and they started picking up again, coming anywhere from 3 to 7 minutes apart and lasting for about 30-45 seconds. Even though they were short, they continued to intensify. I walked around the house and eventually ended up back on the toilet where I started vomiting, having diarrhea, and losing more bloody mucous. Between that and the frequent urination, there was pretty much nothing left to exit my body. Sorry if that’s TMI but I’m just keeping it real here!
Around 2am we called my doula asking her to head over because I was feeling ready to go to the hospital and needed her support to help me stay home longer. She suggested I take another bath and try to relax in the meantime. I tried getting back in the bath but I didn’t want to recline and was too uncomfortable in any other position so I decided to labor in the shower in the meantime. By the time my doula got there my contractions had slowed down again to about 10-15 minutes apart. I remember Brandon offering to make her coffee or have her sleep in our guest room and it made me want to scream. Looking back I realize he was just being considerate, but the smell of coffee was nauseating throughout my entire pregnancy. Why would he want to brew it now while I’m in labor? Or have my doula sleep while I’m awake waiting for another contraction?
My doula stayed by my side and helped me work through a few contractions before suggesting that we do a few rounds of the Miles circuit. Because things had slowed down I wanted to rest but said we could start the circuit in a little bit. About ten minutes later she went to the bathroom then came out and said that all of a sudden she was feeling sick and had to leave. She said I could call the backup doula if I felt like I needed her to come over. Instantly I felt a wave of anxiety rush over me.
Within 30-minutes of her leaving the contractions started coming closer together again. I labored on the toilet and began to lose more bloody mucous. It was around 4am at this point and I was over it. The house was dark except for the dim white lights on the Christmas tree. Brandon was cuddled up with Lucy on the couch and all I wanted to do was lay down with him but my body wouldn’t allow me to rest. I started to feel like it was never going to end. Fear began creeping in and I thought of my friend who had recently gave birth with an epidural. She said that once she started throwing up she went to the hospital, got an epidural, was able to rest and then pushed her baby out. With that in mind, I told Brandon I wanted to go to the hospital and get an epidural so that I could get some sleep.
He stood up from the couch and asked me if I was sure and I said yes. Then he asked me to say our code word: bubble butt. For some reason when I originally came up with this word I thought the humor would make me change my mind about wanting the epidural. Ha! I was in such a desperate mental space at that point it would have taken a lot more than that to change my mind. We called the backup doula to meet us at the hospital, packed up our bags and made the 5-minute drive down the street.
HEADING TO THE HOSPITAL
When we got to the hospital at 4:30am the midwife checked me and said I was 6cm dilated and 100% effaced. My contractions had slowed down a bit but I figured the epidural was my only option for sleep so I told her that’s what I wanted. Even though my midwife, my husband and my doula knew my plan was to have an unmedicated birth, none of them even attempted to distract me or talk me out of it. Looking back, I blame this on myself because I said I would be open to the epidural if I felt like I really needed it. Maybe I should have asked them to try and talk me out of it ahead of time?
As we waited for the bag of IV fluids to drain, my doula had me work through a few contractions with one leg up on a stool to help with positioning. Meanwhile Brandon started unpacking our snack bag and lining everything up on a table in front me. At this point the nurse and the doula started laughing because we weren’t supposed to eat in the delivery room, especially once I got the epidural. I had also packed a bag with comforting items like twinkle lights, an essential oil diffuser, a fan, and a speaker for music but that one never got unpacked.
Around 7am the anesthesiologist came in to place the epidural. During the placement I didn’t feel any pain, however once it kicked in I began to have uncontrollable shaking and lost sensation in my hands. The nurse informed me that this was perfectly normal and it might go away or it might not, we would just have to wait and see.
When she told me that I was in shock…how had never heard of this side effect before? How was I going to sleep if I was shaking so badly? Instantly I felt like I had made a mistake. I started having anxiety and asked her to shut it off. She said the anesthesiologist wouldn’t agree to that but she would turn it down to the lowest setting.
Thankfully the shaking subsided about 30 minutes later, but I was unable to get comfortable enough to sleep. I tried laying on my side but shortly after that I started to feel the contractions on one side of my body. My doula suggested we use a peanut ball and roll me on to my opposite side to help evenly distribute the medication. I continued to partially feel the contractions but thought it was normal and just dealt with it.
At 930am the new midwife on call came in to evaluate my progress. I hadn’t dilated much further since getting the epidural so she decided it was time to start Pitocin. For the next several hours they rolled me from side to side every 30 minutes or so. Brandon was able to sleep during this time but unfortunately I felt just enough pain to keep me from resting. Not to mention the machines beeping and the random people coming in an out. Afterwards my doula told me I had four different nurses during the 12 hours that I was there.
Around 1pm I told the nurse that I was starting to feel pressure so the midwife came in and checked me. I was fully dilated at that point but she said she wanted me to labor down for another hour. I remember feeling despair that I had to wait longer as I hadn’t eaten in over 16 hours and was feeling a lot of pain in my back. The midwife told me she was going break my water (even though my birth plan said that I preferred not to have my membranes artificially ruptured) then had the nurse bolus my epidural and left. Feeling weak, I knew my blood sugar dropping so I convinced the doula to sneak me some green jello (gross!) a few crackers. Unfortunately it wasn’t long after that I started to feel sick again and threw everything back up.
TIME TO PUSH
Finally, at about 2pm, the midwife came back in and said it was time to start pushing. Brandon took out the camera we brought to record the birth and offered to play some music. When he turned on the playlist I had prepared, it instantly felt wrong. I had envisioned myself in the tub or swaying on my hands and knees to the music, not reclined in a bed with an epidural. My mindset was not in a good place so I asked him to turn it off.
Some random person that was in the room setting up for the delivery asked me if I wanted to take off my bra. I remember thinking that I wanted to leave it on but she encouraged me take it off so that I could have complete skin-to-skin once they placed him on my chest so I agreed.
With the epidural bolus still in full effect, I was only able to feel a tiny bit of the contractions. I remember trying not to clench my jaw and attempted to visualize breathing him down and out as I pushed. My mother had 4th degree tearing with my brother (which was her first baby) so I was trying to be conscious of not pushing too hard or too fast. Both her and my grandmother had warned me early in my pregnancy that I should ask for an episiotomy but I had done my research and knew that they could actually cause more harm than help. Regardless, the fear of tearing was clearly still with me as I was pushing.
After doing that for a few contractions, the midwife and the nurse both looked at each other like this was going to take forever at this rate. I quickly realized that because of the epidural, my breathing method likely wasn’t going to work so I went along with with their guidance. They instructed me to hold my breath for 10 seconds with each contraction and push like I had to poop. The first 30 minutes were pretty ineffective so we tried different positions to see if that would help. The midwife left to go deliver another baby so it was just the nurse guiding me at this point. We wound up using the squat bar with a sheet tied around it and as I pulled on the sheet and pushed, she encouraged me that I was starting to make progress. The midwife came back in and offered to bring me a mirror. I could see his head just a few inches from the vaginal opening of my perineum.
Through her thick Caribbean accent, the midwife kept telling me to push up towards the light. At the time I thought she was saying push with all of your might because I had no idea what push up to the light meant. I had never pushed anything out of my vagina and could barely feel my pelvic floor muscles yet she wanted me to have enough control to push my baby up towards the ceiling? I was so baffled and exhausted at this point that I was practically falling asleep between contractions.
Around this time they suggested that we try pushing on hands and knees to see if that might help his head progress further. It was challenging to do with so many wires attached to me but I managed to get up on all fours with my upper body elevated on the back of the bed and pushed that way for about 5 minutes. Again, I felt little clueless on how to push like this and kind of just squatted down. They deemed it ineffective and asked me to turn on my back again.
With the clock glaring in my face on the wall in front of me, I began to realize that we were nearing the 3 hour mark of pushing. I knew this was often a cut off they used so I pushed with everything I had through every contraction. I held my breath for 10 seconds at a time and pushed for nearly 30 seconds during each one, taking shallow breaths in between. With little oxygen available, Grant’s heart rate began to drop as I pushed. Up until this point he had been doing beautifully but the stress of such intense pushing was starting to affect him.
The midwife stopped my pushing and explained that she thought the baby was in a posterior position and was getting stuck under my pelvic bone. She asked me if he was posterior on the last ultrasound and then asked how big they estimated him to be. Then she said she wanted the OB to come see if she could perform an episiotomy and help guide him out with a vacuum. Shortly after that she returned with the OB (whom I had never met) to take a look.
She had me push to see if she could use her hand to turn him from a posterior position and then explained that he wasn’t far enough down to use the vacuum. She said we were likely seeing a bulge in his head from swelling which made him look further down than he actually was. They said I could try pushing for another 30 minutes if I wanted but ultimately they recommended a cesarean as the safest option for both of us. My doula requested a minute for us to talk it over so they left to give us some privacy.
Once the doctor and midwife left, the doula’s first words were, “remember BRAIN” which was an acronym she had taught us during out prenatal visits. Unfortunately I was in such a bad mental space (likely from the lack of food and sleep) that hearing that felt like she was asking my to solve a math equation. I was defeated and beyond exhausted, and I told her that I was ready for it to be over. Both her and Brandon agreed with moving forward with the cesarean so we called the midwife back in to let her know. It took over an hour for the anesthesiologist to be available but finally they wheeled me back into the operating room. They gave me another bolus in my epidural before the surgery and yet again, I started to shake uncontrollably.
After they began the operation we heard the OB breathing heavily and grunting as she struggled to pull Grant from my body. With my pelvis jerking back and forth, I was overwhelmed with fear. Still trembling, I asked Brandon if everything was ok. He said yes and not to worry, but later told me it took him everything he had to hold it together in that moment as he felt just as scared and uncertain as I did.
Five minutes later, after what seemed like an eternity, we heard our son’s cry for the first time. My eyes instantly welled with tears as I saw them carry his little pink body over to the table next to us. I remember feeling so relieved that he was ok. Brandon cut the cord, they wrapped him in a swaddle blanket then brought him over to me and asked if I wanted to hold him on my chest. Because I was still shaking so much, I was worried I would drop him so I declined but Brandon held him next to me as we waited for the doctor to finish the surgery.
Right around this time is when the bolus started to wear off and I began to feel almost everything deep inside. I started crying and moaning in pain as it felt like a meat grinder was tearing through me. I asked the anesthesiologist if he could turn the epidural up and he said the only thing he could do was give me pain medicine through my IV.
Over the next 30 minutes he continued to give me several doses as I struggled through the pain. Grant was crying in Brandon’s arms and the doctor asked if they could leave the room while they finished the surgery. Brandon told them absolutely not, there was no way he was leaving my side.
After enduring what was the most excruciating pain of the entire labor, I finally started to feel some relief as they cleaned me up and moved me from the operating table. From there I was wheeled back to the labor and delivery room where I got to have an hour of skin-to-skin with my beautiful new baby. He started rooting right away which was just a preview to what a little milk monster he would be.
For the first couple of weeks after his birth, I questioned everything.
What if I had chose a different midwife group? Would they still have pressured me to be induced?
What if I had called the backup doula to come to my house? Would she have been able to help me stay home longer?
What if I didn’t get the epidural? Would he still have been posterior?
What if I had tried pushing for longer? Would I have been able to have a vaginal birth?
I have spent hours analyzing every decision I made and how that led to his birth turning out the exact opposite of what I had in mind. But as my physical and emotional wounds heal and I look into my beautiful baby’s eyes, I realize that no amount of dwelling is going to change what happened.
For now I’m choosing to focus on the love I feel for my incredible husband and our sweet baby boy which grows stronger by the day. Becoming a mom is the most challenging, rewarding and exhausting thing I’ve ever done but he is worth every second.
Photography by Sara Wise
Thank you for sharing your story Sarah! Birth is a miracle, any way you put it! xoxo, Taylor
I completely agree! <3
First off, your little one is adorable!! Secondly, what struck me about your story is how much of an advocate you were for yourself throughout the long, taxing birthing process that you endured. I hate that it seems like a lot of birthing professionals, even the natural ones, sometimes try to push tired pregnant women into doing procedures largely because it’s easier and faster for them. It makes me so mad!!! In your case, a c-section seems like it was your best option given everything that happened, but generally speaking, c-sections are a major business and lots of women get them who probably could have had their baby vaginally just fine… It’s craziness! And I CANNOT BELIEVE that they tried to spring induction on you like that. I would have been really annoyed by that too.
I just published a post about pregnancy surprises I didn’t expect, and you reminded me of one I hadn’t thought of in awhile… I had NO IDEA that when I went into labor, I would pee and poop literally 25 times in 2 hours!!! I kept getting up from bed saying, “I don’t know how it’s possible, but I have to go to the bathroom again!” It’s so amazing that our bodies know to try and make as much space as possible before delivery.
During labor my baby’s heart rate kept drastically dropping too, which definitely made everyone around me nervous. And she also got stuck in my pelvis… poor girl had a completely crooked nose and the BIGGEST cone head I’ve ever seen in my life!!! LOL It’s amazing how the human body morphs to try and fit through the birth canal.
It’s so interesting how every mother has different challenges. It sounds like Grant has taken to breastfeeding great, which is awesome! That was one area where I struggled a lot.
I’m sorry that delivery wound up being such a drawn-out process for you, and I know it didn’t turn out how you wanted it to. But I think that you did the best you could do and did everything in your power to get the outcome you wanted. Sometimes things just don’t go as planned, but you’re right, in the end, you have a healthy little boy, and that’s what’s important!
That’s so true about what you said regarding c-sections. I do question if his birth turned out the way it did because of the hospital setting but I honestly didn’t have another choice. There are no birthing centers here and I can’t afford a home birth. But the hospital I chose only had a 17% cesarean rate which is about half of the national average. I just think once you get to that 3 hour mark of pushing most providers don’t like to let you keep going to see what will happen. Had she not made me feel so pressured to get him out then I would have been breathing properly and his heart rate wouldn’t have dropped. It was fine before I started pushing aggressively once I heard her say episiotomy. But it is what it is! He does have an enormous head so maybe it’s better off it came out the way it did, ha!
Breastfeeding has been very challenging, actually. Thankfully I’ve had plenty of milk and he’s able to get more than enough of it when he latches but he did some pretty serious damage to my nipples so I had to start exclusively pumping to let them heal. We need to go see an LC about his latch so I can get back to nursing. It’s been a rocky road on almost every front.
Hi Mom Sara, you did great! I’m in awe of your bravery. Wishing your new family of three (plus the doggies of course) all the best of the bright and beautiful love you share …
Thank you for the kind words, Janice!
Thank you for sharing your story – beautiful
Thank you :)
Dear Sara, congratulations on the birth of your baby, he is simply adorable ! Your honesty touched me !!
You were very brave and your baby and husband are happy to have you, all the best !! xx
Aw thank you so much, Laura! <3
What a handsome and adorable little dude!!!! So precious. Thank you for sharing your story. You were amazing! You and your husband are going to make great parents. Congrats!
I sure hope so! Thanks Debbie!
Oh, Sarah, I’m so sorry things didn’t work out how you envisioned them and that you ended up having a traumatic birth :( Unfortunately, I can empathize with that all too well. Birth is just such a crazy thing and it seems like there is just so much that is ultimately out of your hands, which is so scary since it’s such an intense, life changing thing. I think about all the what-ifs too and if things would have gone better if I had done things differently, but that will just drive you crazy. Eli was posterior also and I was angry for a long time that nobody noticed that until the very end. I’m so glad that both you and Grant are healthy and doing well now, though! As hard as it is to appreciate that being so close to your experience, it is something good to focus on. So much love to you all! Baby Grant is adorable and I’m always here to talk if you need to! <3 <3 <3
That just goes to show that you can give birth to posterior babies! I think the labor just takes a lot longer which most hospitals and providers are not a fan of. Not to mention that we were both feeling rushed to induce labor so who knows what effect that has. I hate that the healthcare system is set up that way. :(
Thank you for the encouraging words though! I’m so happy you and your babes are doing well too! xo
Sara~ This is sooo similar to my first born’s birth story in every single way, and I could relate all of those same emotions as I was reading this. I did the hypnobirthing class, had to have a backup doula last minute, daughter ended up wedged in the canal after laboring forever, epidural and c/s. I felt the grief for awhile from it all not going according to “my plan.” Funny though, a couple years later and all I see is my beautiful babies.. Allow yourself to feel it, that’s ok. Then, look at that beautiful milk monster and reflect on how amazingly strong you both were on your first real journey in this world .
Thank you so much for the inspiring message, Jillian. It helps so much to hear from others who have gone through the same thing and eventually overcame it. I really appreciate you sharing that with me!
Félicitations from Quebec! I am so, so happy for you and your beautiful family!
There is NOTHING better on earth than children!
Though my twins arrived 2 months early, and I, too, had a Caesarean, and, even though the first 6 weeks were indeed tough (I pumped milk every 2 hours, day and night, which they were fed through a tube into their noses (!) because they were simply too small and weak to breast-feed for the first weeks; got jaundice, too…), my twins were, in reality, healthy: their lungs fully formed, and they also gained weight quickly. I was lucky because I was able to stay night and day at the hospital with them in a room of our own, until they were able to breastfeed and had put on enough weight, at which point we could go home.
I felt and still feel like the luckiest mom on the planet!
They are tall and gorgeous university “kids” now (young adults). : )
And guess what? I STILL melt every time I look at them, just like when they were newborns, and toddlers, and young children, and teenagers, and nearly young adults……
I never will forget how amazing it was that they emerged from MY body! Truly miraculous. The wonder is always there and will never leave me.
Well, I think that you were very brave, Sarah, and did a great job – BRAVO to you, Brandon and darling little Grant! : )
Wow, what an incredible story! You sound like such an amazing mother. :)
Thank you so much for sharing your story — it’s healing for many of us who have had similar “what ifs” following their birth stories. And it’s important to remind us that there can be huge gaps that range from annoyances to safety issues in maternal healthcare. There was so much that had I been better informed, I could have taken much better care of my self). The more open we are, the better prepared we are. I hope you’re healing well from your c section. This time is truly is the “longest shortest time,” in regards to babies and toddlers. I can’t believe mine are already 5 and 2!
It does help so much to hear from others who have gone through similar experiences so I’m happy to share my story. The funny thing is that I was so informed and I knew getting an epidural would expose me to the cascade of interventions. I honestly thought hiring a doula would be my best investment in resisting it but that didn’t really work out. But I also had in the back of my mind so many positive stories I had heard from others who did get an epidural so I thought I would be fine if I waited long enough. And really, who knows if it was the epidural that eventually led to the c-section? There’s no way to know for sure. I think choosing the right provider means so much and now I’m not so sure I did. But I’m trying to move on from it and enjoy this time with my baby because like you said it goes by so fast, even though the sleepless nights feel so long. :)
Sarah, thank you so much for sharing your story. I can only imagine how much processing you’ve had to do over these past 6 weeks. My heart truly goes out to you. Birth is full of so many unknowns — you can do everything “right”, make a whole plan, and things can still end up going in a very different direction than you expected. I’m so glad to hear that baby Grant is doing so well (and eating like a champ!) He is just the CUTEST and so lucky to have you as a mama!
Thanks Liz! I wish we were closer so we could hang out. :)
From a Grandma who had 2 C sections…I can relate. My first delivery was pretty much exactly like yours and recovering was harder and took alot longer….My second one was a planned C section so I was rested it went quickly and recovery was easy even though I had a 3 yeasr old and an infant all day by myself
That’s great to hear! I often thing about what a second child might look like and I have to say, a planned c-section sounds better than randomly waiting for labor to start and all the stress of the uncertainty that comes with that.
Congratulations! Everything you went through was so worth it to have that beautiful little baby boy!
You’re so right! Thank you!
My mom had 6 children vaginally with NO problem. My grandmother had 15 (no twins) with the help of a midwife in the same Iowa farmhouse. They all grew up strong. The last thing I wanted was a complicated medically intrusive birth for my child but I too found myself being prepared for a c-section in the operating room. My husband was very nervous and kept brushing his hand across my forehead intensely brushing back my bangs until I thought my hair was being pulled out. I wanted to scream “stop it!” but then my baby decided to come out the right way through the vagina and it all went well!
Grant is precious! I was so waiting to hear your story about him. Babies are truly a miracle that only God can create!
We have a lot of similarities. I had my baby 3 weeks ago. We have a lot similar. I am 36 years old and the midwife didn’t tell me that I should induce at 40 weeks, so I was induced at 42 weeks old. (Had three sweeps done and one cervix foley that didn’t work.) Dilated up to 9cm, baby wasn’t low enough and his face was facing the wrong way. Also baby’s heartbeat wasn’t doing well on provoking medicine. Doctor tried to turn it but no luck. Had c section where the pain medicine stopped working as well. As soon as he opened me up, baby moved to transverse position and doctor had to turn him to pull him out by the feet. Because of that, my uterus ripped on each side of the cit, and ripped upwards on one side. They put me to sleep to finish “fixing me up” since I was complaining about the pain. Congratulations on your baby! :)
Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry to hear that you also had a difficult birth. I appreciate you sharing your story with me though. At least helps to know we’re not alone with everything we’ve been through. <3
Thanks for sharing your raw story, Sarah – read every word. Glad you’re home with a healthy baby boy!