It’s so weird not to have baby Henry in my belly anymore. The other night, I fell asleep on the recliner and he fell asleep next to me in his swing. I woke up a couple hours later in a panic because my belly wasn’t there anymore. Then I looked over and saw him there. Phew. I was just so used to being pregnant and it felt like it was never going to end.
Wanna hear my birth story? It’s a doozy.
I checked in on Sunday, Dec. 16 to be induced. I was not thrilled to be getting induced because I’ve heard awful horror stories. The first day and night sucked. The cervical checks ARE THE MOST PAINFUL THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. Every time they’d come to check me, I’d literally scream in agony. It was kinda pathetic. Finally, I told mean Doctor that I’m not doing another one until I get an epidural. She told me I was only 4 cm dilated and she didn’t want to give me an epidural yet.
During the night, I had to pee every hour on the hour. Chris had to walk the IV thingy with me to the bathroom each time with my ass hanging out. This is how I know he loves me unconditionally. He never once complained.
The next morning, after a VERY long, painful night of contractions, and 24 hours after I checked in, a blonde angel walked into my room. She told me that she was the nurse for MY doctor and without even asking me (just witnessing how miserable I was), already called and got authorization for an epidural. I was never more relieved. The anesthesiologist missed the first time and it hurt like hell. The second time he did it, I barely felt it and it was fine.
That day and night, I was trying to be as positive as possible. I was making lots of progress, getting up to 8 cm dilated and 100% effaced. But the pitocin they had been pumping into my veins for 36 hours just weren’t getting my contractions strong enough to push Henry out. The night nurse did everything she could to help; putting me in weird positions and sticking an oxygen mask on my face. These methods actually did help — just not enough. Blood was pouring into my catheter because little Henry’s head was hitting my bladder with every contraction. At this point, it was closing in on 48 hours of labor.
The next morning, the doctor came in and told me they wanted to give me a c-section RIGHT THEN. They had a scheduled section, so I was getting in that OR immediately. I was so scared. I wanted anything but a c-section. I asked if we could wait a while since I was already so far along, but the contractions were too dangerous to keep inducing.
Chris told me later how scared he was, even though he put on his best game face. I would be nervous, too. Not knowing what was going on and sitting in the same room as my spouse was being operating on and my child being delivered. But look at this cute picture he took of himself. Makes me smile.
As I was laying on the operating table, the big light above me was reflecting onto my belly. I couldn’t feel anything, but I could see them pinching me as a test, and then THE SLICE. I told the anesthesiologist who was next to me the whole time, that I didn’t really want to see that, so could they just move it a little. The man told me most women want to see that. WHAT? Who are these crazy ass women? They had to take out my uterus to irrigate it since the contractions had beat it up pretty bad. Could you imagine watching them take out an organ and cleaning it? YOUR ORGAN? Ugh.
I was pretty scared and couldn’t stop shaking. Like I said in my last post, Chris was amazing. Chris was amazing the entire time, but I couldn’t have gone through that operation without him. Just talking to me about our new baby and how we’ve wanted that for so long. When Henry was delivered, and I heard him cry, the tears just poured out of my face. Like someone flipped a switch and they just came streaming out. It was the best sound I’ve ever heard. Then I heard our nurse say, “He looks just like Chris!” He really does look just like Chris, too.
Henry was born at 7:58 am on Dec. 18, 2012. He was 7 lb 10 oz and 19.75″ long. Perfect.
Chris was also very emotional. But when they told him he could cut the cord, he jumped up and wiped off the tears. I could just hear excitement as he walked over and said, “Hi baby boy! It’s your daddy!” Yeah, so then I cried harder.
It sucks that like 5 people got to hold my baby before I did. Even Chris had to feed him first because I was shaking so hard from the surgery. I had a (hormonal induced) breakdown in front of a nurse because it should have been ME to feed him first. ME to change his first diaper. You get the idea. She hugged me and reminded me that I just had major surgery and not to beat myself up.
When I finally did get to hold him, the feeling was amazing. The fact that I hadn’t showered in two days and was swollen to the max didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was here safe and sound and with all his fingers and toes.
The recovery area at the hospital was nice and baby stayed by us the entire time. The only downside is it’s impossible to sleep in hospitals. A nurse comes in every hour (or more). There are other random people coming by (“Hi! Just wanted to give you a pen!”, etc) and techs coming by to get your vitals. My husband is also a snorer, but he slept upright for me so I could get some sleep. He still snored, just not as loudly. Again, true love.
I had 20 extra pounds of fluids in my body by the time we were discharged. I was swollen from head to toe. I didn’t even have shoes I could wear out! I had to wear Chris’s slippers. I’ve since lost all of the weight I gained during pregnancy plus five extra pounds (so that’s around 50 pounds), and two weeks after delivery, I feel great. My incision doesn’t hurt and losing the weight has made things much easier.
Now I just get to enjoy baby Henry, and that’s what I’m trying to do. I nurse A LOT (he lost a little too much weight waiting for my milk to come in, so I’m playing catch up — another blog on that later). The good news is, he’s a champion sleeper, so I get about 4-5 hours a night of broken up sleep. A couple nights here and there, he’s fussier than usual and I only get an hour or two. But it’s worth it. Look at this face! Of course it’s worth it.