If reading about labor and delivery isn’t your thing, feel free to skip this post 😝
On Monday, April 30th, I went to my doctor’s appointment. Thankfully, Greg was able to make this one because it fell on his day off. We went in and I was weighed and then they took my blood pressure.
I was blessed with an amazingly uncomplicated pregnancy. I passed every test, never got sick, and was able to maintain a very active lifestyle all the way to the very end. And, it’s worth noting, I’ve always had perfect blood pressure.
When the nurse was checking my blood pressure this time, I knew something was wrong. Her face instantly dropped and she asked me how my blood pressure had been. It was rather high and they said I needed to go to the hospital to be monitored.
We ran back home and packed a bag just in case. I remember standing in the bathroom feeling not ready. I cried and told my baby that if she was going to come today it was ok and I’d be ready. It was her and me and we could do it together. But in my heart I did not feel like it was my day to meet my baby. And, turns out, I was right. After a few hours of being monitored my blood pressure returned back to normal and we were sent home.
One thing that was fun though was I noticed I was having Braxton Hicks contractions at the hospital (and not even realizing it).
The next day, now knowing what when my stomach got really hard, I was having a contraction, I spent all day feeling for them. They never hurt. My stomach would just get hard and then release.
Tuesday night, at 11 pm I was overcome with a feeling. I knew my baby was coming soon. I honestly expected my water to break while I was sleeping that night. I told Greg my body was telling me rest and that I had to go to bed.
Wednesday morning started normal, more Braxton Hicks contractions. I went to Costco and stocked up on paper goods. I went shopping for new slip on shoes and got lunch.
Then around noon it hit me. My first contraction. It felt like cramps and that I had to poop but couldn’t. I honestly thought maybe I had eaten a bad lunch. But they kept coming throughout the day and then got worse. I labored for 6 or so hours at home. I went for walks with the dog to speed up contractions. I was in and out of the shower letting the water hit my back. I hummed and did some deep breathing and around 6:30 I called Greg at work. He rushed home and around 9:30 my contractions were 5 min apart. We headed to the hospital.
I was so nervous about going to the hospital too early and being sent home but they checked me and I was 3 cm dilated so I was there to stay. I labored another couple hours and my first question was “how soon can I get an epidural???”.
By 11 pm my contractions were 1-2 min apart, I was 5 cm dilated and I was so excited for them to stick that needle in my back. Everyone cleared the room and I clung to my nurse Annie, who was, I think, a literal angel. She made the whole process amazing. To be honest the epidural didn’t hurt at all. My tattoos hurt a heck of a lot worse. I instantly started feeling better and my epidural worked flawlessly the whole time and I’ve had no complications since.
Everyone came back in the room, and I was feeling good!
We spent the next 8 or so hours laughing and joking and pointing out how strong my contractions were on the monitor and how I couldn’t feel them. My dad,Greg, Mom, and my sister we’re all there the whole time.
It was the weirdest sensation. I could feel everything and I could move my legs, but I felt zero pain at all. Who ever invented epidural is a genius.
My body progressed naturally. My water mostly broke on it’s own, (apparently there are two bags, so they broke one). I dilated without any drug intervention. Before I knew it, I was 10 cm and it was time to push.
I went into some sort of zone. I kept thinking I’d be really good at pushing. I just focused on what I had to do. I did three of four of what they call practice pushes and then they were calling in the doctor because her head was there. They even told me not to push for a contraction, which is the hardest thing to do.
I just remember wanting everyone to be quiet. I think I could be one of those women who give birth in total silence. I had Greg and my Mom holding my one leg and wonderful nurse Annie holding my other.
Now Hannah had pooped in the womb before she was born, and so they had to flush fluid in me to flush it out and they had to bring in a whole pediatrics team to tend to her when she was born and make sure her lungs were clear. Because of this the doctor warned me that she might not cry right when she was born and that it was normal and to not worry. I instantly thought to myself that she would cry. I knew she would. I also couldn’t do skin to skin right away. But all I cared about was a healthy baby.
So I pushed and pushed and this will be my bragging moment….I pushed really well. The doctor at one point told me to tone it down to 50% because I was pushing too well.
When I imagined Hannah’s birth I had this vision in my head of her popping out and this perfect moment of loving her and seeing Greg’s face and crying and kissing our baby. What happened was even better really.
I pushed and felt her head come out and at that moment we all cried, instantly. There was this moment of witnessing life coming into the world that was so overwhelmingly powerful. My doctor had to remind me to keep pushing because I had stopped. And then she was here. And she cried loud. We all were crying and I think no matter what happens now the three of us in that room are bonded in a permanent way. It was such a powerful moment that I realize how incredibly blessed I got to experience it.
I felt no pain (thanks epidural), just pressure and start to finish she was out in about 20 minutes.
If you’re curious, yes, I pooped the table. No I didn’t care one bit, 👍🏽 and I had a minor second degree tear.
She was HUGE! 8lbs and 6 oz and 21.5 inches long, and a full head of hair.
She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on and it now that she’s here it feels like she was always meant to be here.
She is the calmest baby I’ve ever seen. She sleeps great, eats great, and is alert and happy.
Start to finish I had the most amazing journey bringing her into the world and I cannot wait to see where life takes us.
Hannah you are so loved by so many people you lucky little girl 💕