The Rest of the Story

Ummm, hi. Remember me. Are you wondering about the end of my birth story? Sorry to leave you hanging. I’ve just been – uh – busy. There’s an understatement.

For now, I’ll just wrap up my birth story and try to gain some momentum going forward.

Where were we? Oh, right.

I’m sitting at work. Leaking. And I’m pretty sure that it is not, in fact, just my mucus plug as the nurse at my OB’s office concluded.

So….yeah, I stayed at work. The Knight came into the city and picked me up a little early (after I insisted that I was fine and would take the metro; glad he ignored me). We grabbed a quick dinner (you know, because, we had a Groupon to use and it was about to expire!). Yes, in hindsight that was a bit of a strange decision.


Finally, around midnight I started to feel what felt like menstrual cramps. They were coming around 30 minutes apart so I would log them on my iPad and then go back to sleep. I managed to get a few hours of sleep before they started coming more quickly.

When the OB’s office opened Tuesday morning I called. I explained that although my contractions were only 10-15 minutes apart (they tell you to wait until they are five minutes apart to call or come in) I was continuing to leak.

The head nurse, with whom I had spoken the day before, frantically said, “Your water broke! Why didn’t you come in?”

Uh. Yeah…. I called, lady! You told me not to worry about it.

It’s Go Time

Okay, so fast forward. I go their office and my midwife, Karen, walks in and asks me why I waited 26 hours after my water broke to come in. BECAUSE THE NURSE TOLD ME TO. Ugh. Anyhow, she confirmed that I was in fact in labor and my water had broken. Oops.

To the hospital we went. They started me on major antibiotics (apparently it isn’t good if you wait 26 hours after your water breaks to go to the hospital) and Pitocin to accelerate labor (again, the length of time since my water broke was an issue).

All day long my contractions were getting stronger and closer together. They encourage you to wait as long as you can for the epidural because it can slow down labor. Finally at around 3:30 it was time for the drugs.

However, the baby did not appear to be in a rush to go anywhere. He was staying put right where he was and was not moving down the birth canal as he should.

Meanwhile, the epidural is making life a lot more pleasant but they’re having me twist myself into a bunch of uncomfortable positions to try to get the little guy to move.

At midnight Karen examined me again and told us that he still hadn’t moved and that my high pelvic arch was probably impeding his arrival. She was wonderful. She said she would stay with us as long as we wanted but at this point she did not foresee him making any progress. The Knight and I agreed to have a C-section. We really trusted Karen’s opinion, and knew that as a midwife she would not encourage us to have the surgery if it wasn’t necessary.

The Delivery

I didn’t want a C-section. Most women don’t. But I got one.

I will spare you the details. It was not fun. I did nt react well to the medication. It was a very scary and unpleasant experience. Yet…

At 12:52 am, my amazing bundle of joy, Maxwell Thomas, was born. He weighed exactly 8 pounds and was 20 inches long. (It was only the next day that we realized that he was 8 lbs even on 8/8.)

He was blue and not breathing when he was born. He was quickly revived by the fabulous medical team including my dear friend Alisa, a NICU nurse who luckily was working that night. She is my angel.

It was not the birth that I planned or hoped for, but I am okay with it. The doctor reported that Max was in fact stuck. Karen later told me that she almost never suggests this, but that if there is a second baby I should just plan for a C-section.

We will cross that bridge when (and if) we come to it.

Here’s a picture of us right after Max was born (with me forcing a smile):post1 

Here is how I really felt: