Birth Story

August 21,2015  10:30 pm

Mitch and I had just started to get ready for bed. I was laying there a I felt the weirdest "kick". It felt like a water balloon had been popped but no water was present, while I was laying down that is. I got up to use the restroom and as soon as I did a bunch of liquid came out. My water had broken.

Side note: (TMI for some but its important) My mucus plug had slowly been coming out all day but I had read (a no no) that it would mean that I had a couple days till I went into labor.   

I looked at Mitch and told him my water broke. He was full of excitement and surprise with a hint of denial. He felt like he needed to get me to the hospital asap, but I told him that the baby wouldn't come in the next 15 minutes so there was no need to rush. I wanted to not feel stress and he understood. 

By the time we got to the hospital I wasn't feeling any really bad contractions so I felt good enough to walk into labor and delivery with Mitch. The contractions were so small that they just felt like period cramps. 

Once they got me into our delivery room they did a test to make sure that it was my water that broke and not just that I peed myself (it happens), and of course it was my water. 

Now I will say it, I am and never will be superwoman. Why would I put myself through pain to show how strong I am? I think just the fact that I can push a human being out of me is a pretty good sign of strength. That being said, after I was checked how far along I was (3cm 75% effaced), I asked for an epidural. 

The epidural wasn't bad at all. It just felt pressure for a mere second. After the epidural they were checking me again so they laid me flat, which wasn't a good idea. My blood pressure went up more then I needed it too. I got really nauseous and had thrown up. This put a little bit of stress on the baby but once they sat me up everything was fine. 

As much as I am thankful from the pain relief that the epidural gave me I hated not being able to feel ANYTHING. My right leg was 100%  numb but I could still slightly feel my left. I hated it. It was embarrassing not being able to move it . They had to move me from side to side every hour and a half or something and when they would move me and I would lay there spread eagle not being able to move. 

So after a while they gave me pitocin, a drug that gives you contractions to get you to dilate more. After that it was awaiting game. I watched like 3 episodes of I Love Lucy, and Mitch slept. At about 5 am they checked me and I was at an 8. about half an hour later I started to push. 

I pushed about 8-10 times and our little one was in the world. 

Our Sweet William Ezra

born 8/22/2015 at 6:19 am

Weight: 6 Lbs 11 Oz

Height: 18 inches (with a cone head)

We could not be happier!

Thank you for reading!