I plan on keeping this blog more as a journal than anything else. I would like to journal what I do every day, even if it really is nothing, but I think it would be fun to look back and also record what goes on with my life as a new mother every day. I will start with the day I became a mother.
Layton was due on November 25, no one guessed he would have been an October baby. On October 28th, I noticed my braxton hicks, which I had been getting for weeks were starting to have some pain associated with them, but nothing big. I called my doula, told her what was going on. She told me it was likely nothing since I was so early(36 weeks) but that I should go to bed early just in case, so I did. The next morning I knew something was going on. I went to the bathroom and there was quite a bit of pink discharge, TMI, I know. I called the doula again. She told me it could still be nothing, since I was so late in the pregnancy that it could all be normal. So around 10am I started talking to my husband on the webcam, as he is in Afghanistan at the time. There was a braxton hick(or I guess a contraction) and there was a little bit of pain and I felt a little bit of fluid, but nothing strange. Then there was another one(I wasn't timing them or anything, but it wasn't any more than 5 minutes when the next one came). A 3rd contraction came and my water broke, full blown water breaking. It was great my husband was on the webcam as it happened because then he knew to stay up for the night. I called my doula back and told her what happened. She told me to call the hospital and let them know I was coming and to call my ride. So that is exactly what I did. My ride got to the house and I think I was in some kind of denial about what was going on. I was trying to pack up everything on my list for the hospital, which, by the way, you don't use any of that stuff you bring to the hospital. I kept having to stop because of contractions and all the fluid leakage. Finally, about an hour later, we left for the hospital. I am glad we did too! By the time we got to the hospital, I was in so much pain! After checking the baby on an ultrasound, ensuring my water really did break, which they did just by lifting up my gown, they checked to see how far I was dilated, 4 cm! So what felt like forever and laboring in the triage room, bent over the bed and the doula rubbing my back, they sent me to the delivery room. After laboring there, at about 6-7 cm I decided I wanted the epidural. The contractions were coming less than 15 seconds apart and I was getting tired. So the guy came in and it took him about 30 minutes to place the epidural and it was great! I am really glad I labored so long without it, but I really don't see how I could have had enough energy for pushing without it. At about 7:30pm, they told me I had to start pushing, as the baby's heart rate was starting to go goofy or something(I really don't remember what they told me). So I started pushing with each contraction. They ended up having to give me pitocin because for some reason my contractions were stopping. After about an hour and a half of pushing, they told me they were going to have to use forceps because the baby had to come out. So at 9:16pm our little boy was born into the world and perfect! He was 6 pounds 7 ounces, 18.5 inches long. His Apgar was 9/9. He took to nursing right away. During all of this, my husband was on the phone with me. It was disappointing that he couldn't be on the webcam, but looking back, it was such a great experience and I feel so happy I was able to share it with him.
Looking back on my birth story of Layton, I would do the whole day over and over again in a heartbeat it was so wonderful. I can't really think of anything negative about it, even with my husband missing :)
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