Emotional: Birth Story. Welcoming our son to the world.

Friday, May 3, 2019

Baby Story
DISCLAIMER: Photos and story below are deeply personal. This is my experience giving birth. All photos are G rated.
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I knew the morning of April 26th that there was a good chance my doctor would admit me for induction after my visit with him. I didn't want to believe it because I was equally as afraid to give birth as I was excited to meet our little man. Before my doctor's appointment I took time to pack the last things in my hospital bag and took a long shower.

I had shown signs of possible preeclampsia since 34 weeks pregnant. My doctor, a highly sought after OB in San Diego, told me the only cure for preeclampsia was giving birth and he wanted me to be ready at each of my weekly visits starting at week 36 for induction/possible cesarean section.

Robert had been saying every day for two weeks "I think today is the day" but on this day he knew. He even told me to make sure I wore my "Winter is Coming" tshirt.

Once we made it to the doctor's office I was showing two symptoms of preeclampsia, high blood pressure and protien in my urine. My doctor walked in, said hello, and then informed us that we would be having a baby in the next 48 hours. I was taken aback and apparently became super pale. The doctor gave us just enough time to grab our bags and a bite to eat before checking in at the hospital.

Robert texted Mom to meet us at the house and by the time we got there she was waiting and Sleydar, my 14 year old brother, was running home from a friend's house to go with us. We grabbed our bags and set out for a long two days.

We arrived at the hospital around 3:30 PM on Friday April 26th. I checked in at registration and I was sent upstairs to wait for my delivery room to be prepped. During this time I sat anxiously waiting and wondering what the next 24-48 hours of labor would feel like and questioning my sanity for thinking I was brave enough to give birth. I tried to take my mind off of scary thoughts by taking photos in my "Winter is coming" shirt and posting to social media that it was Baby Time!!

Once we made it in the room it was 4:30. We took a few moments to orient ourselves and put away our things. My doctor decided to use a Cytotec tablet to soften my cervix. We were told each tablet takes four hours and because I was 50% effaced and only 1 cm dilated we may have to use 2-3 tablets before inducing with Pitocin.

The first tablet went in at 6:30. At this point Robert was asleep, he was already exhausted because he was scared out of his mind that something would happen to me or the baby. Sleydar was watching videos on his phone. Mom and I were trying to find something to watch and discussing her journey through labor and delivery. By 7:30 I was feeling light contractions every 3 minutes. This is a side effect of the tablet but should not have had any affect on how quickly I went into labor.

Around 10 PM the doctor and anesthesiologist came in to discuss an epidural and how it was necessary. They told me my blood pressure was getting close to the high risk zone, my blood pressure was steady at 147 over 90, and they wanted me to get the epidural when it was my choice versus when it had to happen if I needed emergency cesarean section. I was totally against the epidural because I had previous nerve damage due to a spinal tap when I was fourteen but I am a realist and understood completely the necessity of this procedure.

Robert and Sleydar left the room and I was given the medicine. The procedure wasn't that bad but the effects of the medicine sent me into an anxiety attack within minutes. I am highly sensitive to medicine, as you will soon learn, and the epidural made me feel really bad and out of control. I was shaking hysterically and felt like I was completely out of control of my body. Thankfully one of my nurses had a similar experience on the medicine and assured me it would pass and helped me get approval from the doctor to take light anti-anxiety medication. Within about two hours I felt normal again.

By this point my contractions were getting stronger and the monitor was picking them up every minute. The nurse checked my cervix and together with the doctor decided to give me one more tablet before starting the pitocin. I was 2.5 cm dilated, and 70 % effaced. This time they administered half the dosage of the tablet and said I would likely start pitocin to induce between 4-6 AM. The pitocin could then take another 24 hours to fully dilate my cervix.

I was given the second tablet around midnight. About two hours later I was laying on my right side feeling excruciating pain in my hips. The nurses told me to roll to the other side to allow gravity to move the medicine from the epidural. As soon as I rolled to the other side I felt a brief reprieve followed by what felt like the baby trying to come out.

At 2:30 AM I begged the nurse to check me for dilation. She checked me even though she thought there was no way the tablets helped me dilate. I was 4.5 centimeters dilated and 100% effaced.

I then asked her if she was going to break my water and as she was telling me it would break on its own it broke. She then told me I had at least five hours before we would meet our baby. Keep in mind during this entire time I'm feeling like the baby is coming. I'm laying on my left side holding on to the hospital bed taking in deep breaths and releasing the breath with a deep hum. These contractions were happening every 30 seconds now lasting around a minute each.

I immediately said will you please check me again, then had another contraction, and lifted my right leg to the stirrup behind me. She checked and said oh my gosh this baby is coming you are fully dilated. This was less than ten minutes after she told me I was 4.5 centimeters and still had five hours to go. I thought to myself, if I have to go through five more hours of this I won't be able to bear it.

She put my leg back down and told me to keep my legs together while she got the doctor. At 2:50 one nurse was setting up the room for delivery while the other was arguing with the doctor about whether or not he should come in the room. He said: "I'm headed to a c-section, she is a first time mom this could take a while." The nurse then said "you don't understand the baby is coming now!!"

During this time mom was waking up Sleydar to have him go to the waiting room. He wanted to be there and be a part but did not care to stay for the pushing!!

The doctor and the nurse ran into the room, turned me on my back and told me to bear down to push during the next contraction. I exclaimed through tears "I'm not ready" and the doctor said "it's happening."

Through the next two contractions I beared down and pushed with all my might. My mom was counting loudly for me and Robert was standing at my shoulder looking at me more intensely than ever before with one hand on my shoulder and the other on my leg. I asked him later what he was thinking at that time and he said "All I could think, over and over was, please don't die... please don't die."

I felt the baby's head come through and his body followed within seconds. As soon as the doctor pulled the baby earth-side he placed him on my belly and I began to cry uncontrollably. I've never cried this hard in my life. My son laid on my stomach and we cried together with intense emotion and the trauma of this experience we cried and cried. My mom was capturing all this on camera and had to stop because she began crying as well.

The doctor then delivered the placenta and after delayed cord clamping asked Robert if he wanted to cut the cord. If any of you reading this know Robert you know how squeamish he is. He passed the opportunity and I asked mom to do it. She was very happy to have this opportunity. I was so thankful she was there. I couldn't have done it without her.

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The baby was laid higher up on my chest for an hour of skin to skin contact. I held onto that baby with all my might and cried with disbelief that this moment was finally happening. I was so wrapped up in holding onto him and crying at Robert that I didn't notice the doctor was having a hard time stitching me back up. I had a second level tear that went really deep. I didn't notice how intense the room got until all the blood left Roberts face and the doctor on his fourth try said: "If I can't do it this time we're taking you to the operating room."

I focused all my energy on laying still and relaxing. By this time the epidural had been cut off and I could feel all the stitching. I focused on Robert and the baby and forced myself not to freak out. The room was so quiet until the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. Four attempts, eleven stitches, and a bruised tail bone later I was ready to begin the healing process.

The nurses took the baby over to weigh, measure, and record all his vitals. Mom went over to take photos while Robert and I just held each other's hands and asked the doctor if the baby and I were alright. The doctor was wrapping up his final procedures counting sponges and such but said yes everyone is perfect.

Once I was covered Sleydar came back in and ran over to hug me and ask if I was alright. I asked if he had seen the baby and he said he wanted to see Robert and I first. He is such a sweet kid!!

The nurse swaddled the baby and tried to hand him to Robert but he had just sat down, covered up, and started napping due to all the stress of the night. Mom then took the baby and we chatted until the transport team came to take me to my postpartum room.

All was well. In the middle of the night our beautiful son entered the world and we both made it through the experience.

Romulus Marcus Winter was born on April 27th 2019 at 2:57 am. He weighed 8.14 pounds and measured 20.5 inches long. He is our perfect miracle baby and has been worth every single second of our ten year wait. We are so honored to call him our son even on his gassy fussy days it's all worth it.

I wanted to write this out before he was a week old so I didn't forget anything. Thank you all for the well wishes, congrats, and love. We truly appreciate it and feel surrounded by you all!!

With love,
Rommy's Mommy
aka Kayla

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