Now for the birth story! We completely expected him to come early. (He was due Oct. 26.) I had so many contractions and was dilated so early, I just assumed it would happen sooner than later. At 37 weeks I was dilated to a 1 and 50% effaced, 38 weeks I was a 2 and 80%, 39 weeks was a 3 and 80%, and at 40 weeks I was a 4 and 80%. (Yes, a 4. I didn't know people walked around for days at a 4?!) It was really important to me this pregnancy to go into labor naturally. Andy had to be induced at 39 weeks because of a problem with the placenta, so I didn't get to experience the excitement of going into labor on my own. And more importantly, I felt like it was best and safest to wait until my body was ready to go into labor on its own. We started getting nervous around my due date: we really needed this baby to come soon because our big move to Utah was getting close (Nov. 21). I wanted to push out an induction as long as the doctor thought it was safe (41 weeks), but that would put the baby being just over 2 weeks old when we'd move. Long story short, because of hospital scheduling and our worries about the imminent move, we set an induction date for Oct. 30 when I would be 40 weeks and 4 days. We did everything we could think of to put me into labor before then (accupressure, a delicious tea concoction, etc.), but it just didn't happen. So, at 6 AM on the 30th, we arrived at the hospital ready to go!
I had Cameron write down the details of the labor as the morning progressed, but somehow that document got deleted. I remember the morning went something like this: They started me on pitocin at 8 AM. I wanted to see if I could progress enough on my own without them breaking my water. After a couple hours of that, I still wasn't feeling much and had only progressed to a 5. I consented to breaking my water about 10 AM. That's when things really picked up. The contractions started to be pretty painful. I asked for an epidural about 10:45 or so. It took forever. I didn't end up getting one until about 12:15 PM. I was DYING. Apparently, there was a little mix-up with the anesthesiologists about who was coming to give me the epidural. Once I got the epidural, I was in absolutely heaven. It worked great, unlike in Andy's labor. (I could still feel a bit on the left side with Andy, so I kept clicking for more relief and was so numb I couldn't walk for 10 hours after Andy's birth.) They checked me after the epidural and I was at a 7. Dr. Orth came by and said she'd just go get a drink next door and be back in twenty minutes. I was confused because I thought I was a good few hours away from delivering. I was surprised when she came back and I was pretty much ready to start pushing! I only had to push for about ten minutes (hooray!) and our beautiful boy was born at 1:29 PM. We were so thrilled about his good sized birth weight of 8 lb. 1 oz! Andy was small because of the placenta problem (6 lb. 3 oz), so we'd been nervous about Max. Especially since I was measuring super small from the outside (only 28 weeks!) because of how low he was sitting.
Overall, the birth went so well! I felt like Andy's delivery was pretty good, but Max's was even better. Everything went pretty quickly. I loved that pushing was so much shorter than with Andy, since I really hated pushing. I was so glad the epidural worked so well. I could walk on my own just an hour after the birth! Max didn't need any help breathing like Andy did. Even smaller things went well, like that I didn't have to use oxygen like I did with Andy. We were just so grateful everything went so smoothly! He even latched on and nursed for an hour after the birth. That was a big relief, because Andy was never able to successfully latch and nurse in the hospital. And now, lots of pictures:
|First family picture|
|On the way home!|