Ah yes, another birthday for my little people has arrived.
My son turns 2 years old today!!
Very exciting stuff!
I thought I would share a little bit of my birth story to celebrate!
(Nothing like pain and screaming to remind me how much I love this tiny person, eh?)
So two years ago today, around 9am I went into my midwife's office. I was 11 days overdue. Did you read that? ELEVEN DAYS!
I was going completely nuts. This kid was way too comfortable.
So my midwife decided to send me over to the hospital to be induced. I wasn't progressing, and this baby needed to get out!
She knew that I was NOT going to allow for Pitocin, (HORRIBLE experience with my first pregnancy) so she opted for the Foley Bulb. If you don't know what this is, it's just a little balloon that they insert into the cervix and fill with saline in hopes to irritate it enough to go into labor.
Well it worked like a charm.
At around 11:00 am, I was in active labor-and feeling AMAZING!
With my first child, I was strapped to a bed, given a large does of Pit, and left alone. I was in horrible pain for hours before I gave in to an epidural, which was what I DIDN'T want. Because I was hooked to so many monitors, I couldn't do any of the tactics I learned to help with pain. All I did was cry.
This time around, I was aiming for no meds, and was moving along quite nicely. My midwife would check on me occasionally, and say I was freaking the nurses out because I was smiling way too much to be in labor.
I watched TV, my hubby helped me take a bath in the Jacuzzi tub, and I even used the birthing ball while he massaged my back.
Not once did the pain feel like I couldn't handle it.
Then it happened.
I stalled out. I was at 7cm for about 3 hours. No progress. My midwife was a bit worried, and sat down to have a heart-to-heart.
I needed a small dose of Pitocin.
My eyes burned with tears as she explained this to me. I had already gone through 12 hours of labor like a boss...now this had to happen.
So I agreed. This was a midnight. I thought for sure I could hang cause I was so close to being fully dilated. Well, I entered into hell that night.
For the next four hours, I screamed, cried, and begged someone to knock me out. I was nauseous and had violent tremors My body was shaking so bad, it was draining all of my energy. I was so exhausted. 3 hours in, I wanted a C-section. I just couldn't do it. But my mom, hubby, midwife, and nurse would not let me quit. They rubbed my legs, put pressure on my back, and did anything they could to help ease the pain.
With my first child, I never had that sensation of "I have to push". So I honestly didn't know how to tell that I was ready. My midwife kept telling me to push whenever I was ready, but I kept screaming back, "I DON'T WANNA PUSH!"
Then all of a sudden I started to cry even more as I said, "I HAVE TO PEE!!" The nurse helped me up to take me to the bathroom in a rush, trying to beat the next contraction. Well I didn't get there in time before I collapsed in her arms. These are the kinds of people you want as nurses. I wish everyone could have had one like this woman.
After I finally got to pee, I got back on the bed, and I felt it. That sensation to push.
"I HAVE TO PUSH!"
My midwife grabbed my legs, and I pushed for around 5 mins, when that screaming ball of ooey gooeyness came popping out!
|7lbs 8.5 oz 20.5 inches|
My midwife popped him on my chest, and I begin to ball my eyes out. He was beautiful, and any recollection of the pain I had just endured was completely gone. The child I was terrified to have (I got pregnant exactly 1 year after my first. I was completely stressed. ) had arrived, and God had replace fear with His unbelievable joy.
|Cashe (pronounced "Cash") James-Anthony|
So today I celebrate the un-planned baby. He changed my mind that day-No, God isn't crazy. He did know I could handle it.
Happy Birthday Cashe!
Mommy loves you so very much.