I’ve been itching to show you all pictures of my little sugah but before I do, I really want to share the nitty gritty details about how Nick went from my tummy to my arms.
Here’s how it all went down!
I had my final 40 week appt scheduled for 10am and woke up early to shower and get ready. While in the shower, I started feeling cramp-like pains that I hadn’t experienced at all throughout the duration of my pregnancy. Then a light bulb went off – these must be contractions! When I came out the shower, hubby knew something was up because I would randomly stop everything I’m doing and just breath (to contain the pain) and then go right on back to whatever I was doing. When he found out these were contractions, he became a bit concerned, but I assured him that I was ok. (Gotta love the hubby!)
When I went to the doctor, I was [still] 2cm dilated. My MD swept my membranes, scheduled a follow-up appt, and an induction date in the event that I didn’t deliver in a week’s time. However, she made it very clear that she doubted I’d make it past the night due to the fact that my contractions were coming every 9-10 minutes and this time I was actually feeling them!
Afterward, we headed over by my mother’s house to spend the day with my grandmother who was leaving the next day (which totally sucked because she traveled all the way from Florida to see Nick who STILL hadn’t arrived). As the day progressed the contractions got stronger and stronger. I would be in the middle of a conversation with my sisters and just stop to bare the pain, then keep it moving. This went on pretty much all night. I had some literature from an earlier doctor’s appt that said it’s best to labor as much as possible at home, so that’s what I was determined to do.
As the night went on, the contractions got stronger and were coming closer and closer together. I ended up leaving my mother’s house at around 11pm and hubby and I headed to the hospital!
After registering, changing into my hospital gown, and being hooked up to a bunch of wires – the countdown began! At this point I was still 2cm dilated and it was around 1230am. After about an hour or so, we realized that with every contraction, Nick’s heart rate would go down (significantly) and as soon as the contraction would end, his heart rate would go back to normal. The nurses who were tending to me weren’t TOO concerned as they said it’s likely that the umbilical chord is in his way so they figured if I moved around to try to move the umbilical chord, things should go back to normal. For the next few hours, I was turned on my left side, my right side, I sat up in the bed, layed down flat, and given oxygen – all to no avail.
::Press Pause:: There are a few things I have to note while all of this was going on:
- CONTRACTIONS ARE NO JOKE!! They feel like the worst period cramps ever and instead of it gradually getting to the peak of pain, it goes straight there and then slowly goes away. I was determined to go through my labor and delivery without an epidural but that didn’t happen. By around 530am at 5-6cm dilated, I gave in BUT my nurses thought I was superwoman! Apparently I was handling the pain of the contractions like a boss and they were completely blown away. #BossStatus – the epidural numbed me and made contractions feel like NOTHING!! I kept telling hubby and the nurses that it was like magic!
- My contractions were coming at an irregular pattern. I would get 3-4 of them in a row with such INTENSE pain which kept me from sleeping (mind you, this was happening in the wee hours of the morning)
- I was exhausted! All of this was happening up until around 5am (which is when I opted for the epidural)
- Shaking, shaking, and more shaking!! From the time I got hooked up, I was shaking uncontrollably. I felt like (and no shade and no joke either) some sort of drug addict going through withdrawal. My teeth were chattering, my whole body was shaking, and I wasn’t cold at all! Everyone assured me that it was normal, but it was the WEIRDEST thing ever for me.
::Press Play:: At around 630am, I was woken up by my doctor with some unfortunate news. After all of the moving around, Nick’s heart rate was STILL decreasing with every contraction and they were worried that this may cause further complications down the line and wanted to get him out right away. That meant, I had to undergo an emergency cesarian section.
After I agreed, within moments I found myself laying in the OR room still shaking uncontrollably, cold (because the OR is actually really really cold), and strapped down to a table with a sheet in front of me. They were getting ready to cut me open. With hubby at my side, I wasn’t nervous but I was extremely exhausted (I hadn’t had real sleep since Sunday night into Monday morning before waking up to go to the doctor) but so ready to meet the little person who’s had his mommy and daddy waiting for what seemed like forever!
It’s time to meet Nicholas!
At exactly 7:10am, I felt a huge release in my tummy and heard the loudest baby cry ever – my sweet baby boy was finally here. I was literally overcome with emotions, stretched out on the OR table, with tears streaming down my face (and still shaking! lol). Because my arms were strapped to the table, hubby got to hold Nick first and when I looked over and saw them both together, the tears came even more!! I was so happy 🙂
After a few minutes of staring at both of my guys, they were excused from the room while the doctor finished sewing me up. At this point, between the cold, exhaustion, shaking, and emotions I was literally falling asleep on the table. I kept hearing myself snore which woke me up. I couldn’t believe myself but, hey! Ya girl was tired lol.
When I was rolled out of the room, I was reunited with my hubby and son was able to finally hold him which made the whole experience SO worth it.
Nicholas Christopher Charles | 1/5/16 | 8lbs 7oz | 21.25in | 7:10am