A long overdue post. And just as overdue as this post may be, I have just that much to update you with. Go grab the popcorn.
Short story: Our son joined the world on October 19th! His name is Connor Michael Bowen. We are so in love.
Long story: (caution, if you only want to see cuddly photos, keep scrolling. This is another brutally honest post.)
We went in for our 38 week appointment on the 18th. My blood pressure was high and still slowly climbing. My headaches had been getting worse and over the past 2 weeks I had been seeing spots in my vision. While sitting in the room waiting for not-my-doctor to arrive, I continued to have painful contractions as I had been all day. He walks in at the end of a particularly bad one and after looking at my chart, moves forward with my exam. Still 2 cm! For crying out loud! All these contractions and STILL no progress. After little discussion he announces that an induction would be in our best interest and for the baby. I was nearly 39 weeks and staying pregnant any longer with my hypertension was really pointless. Besides, I was having contractions and trying to pump him out. My body was just not getting the memo.
Panic attack. Seriously, I peed on the table.
We decided to wait to inform our families until after I was admitted and things were underway. Still having a panic attack. We honestly had no expectation of an induction and it was the one scenario we never discussed.
Pitocin started at 7pm and I took a mild painkiller as I have zero pain tolerance. Checked at 10:30 and still 2cm! The pain killer was actually blocking the contractions from getting closer together. So I tough it out a couple hours without pain meds and another check at 4am shows I’m finally … 3cm?! This is on track to be the slowest delivery in history.
With my history of contractions and all the stress, my muscles were completely tensed up and the pitocin was not able to do its job. Boo! Luckily my practice doesn’t have a limit on epidurals and I was able to get it at 3cm. We all hoped with a couple hours of sleep I’d be able to relax and we could start this whole process again in the morning. Epidural at 4:30am, went to sleep. Shift change is at 7:00 so the on call doc wakes me up at 6:30 to do another check. And all I hear is “honey, you’re complete!” In my foggy sleep like state I know I heard wrong so all I can get out is “English, please?” Next thing I know we are all getting prepped to start pushing out a baby! His head is only inches away and I’m wondering why we can’t just let him crawl out on his own. I’d been scared about delivery and heard so many horror stories but in all honesty I had enjoyed it up until this point. So needless to say I was a bit apprehensive about what was left to come.
At the doctors request we waited a bit to see if the urge to push would become stronger in between contractions but no luck. So at 9:30 Friday morning I started pushing with the help of my amazing nurses. And Gordon was my rock the whole time. We managed to keep the room calm and actually quite fun. Heck I was cracking jokes and the nurse had to ask me to stop so she could quit laughing and focus. Not at all like I had expected.
The doctor made it in at 10:00 and after 2 sets of pushes Connor emerged at 10:09am! Gordon watched he whole thing and cut the umbilical cord. He was laid on my chest and we made eye contact immediately. There is nothing in this world that can compare to those few moments. Keep looking, you won’t find anything I promise.
We noticed after several minutes that the hospital staff was still frantically working away. I could see the doctor stitching me up from a nasty tear but that was it. And then the nurses started manually contracting my uterus from the outside. And holy crap that was the most painful thing ever. So apparently my uterus wants to have contractions for 4 weeks straight but stop the second the kid comes out! Helloooo! We still have a placenta in there! So instead of sending the placenta out, I’m just laying there bleeding out for 40 minutes. The doctor managed to pull out my placenta but I’m still bleeding nonstop. Meanwhile I’m starting to feel the effects of losing so much blood because I can’t keep my eyes open, I had no clue what was going on and couldn’t focus on my husband or little baby. They finally decide not to wait any longer because I’m losing blood too fast. They wheeled me into the operating room for a D&C to remove a chunk of placenta still left inside me. Talk about scary as heck. And poor Gordon was left in the delivery room alone with Connor the whole time. I learned afterwards I was only gone and in the OR for about 20-30 minutes but I know it felt like a lifetime for him.
So the experience as a whole was a mixed bag. The labor and delivery was amazing. I would have 1,000 kids if I knew each delivery would be the same. I loved every moment of it and we had a blast welcoming our son into the world. It was the hours afterwards and the complications that came with the placenta and bleeding that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
Recovery has been slow but ongoing. Nobody talks about how much post partum sucks! Well let me tell you…it sucks! The swelling, the bleeding, the stitches in my vagina!, the hormones, the lack of energy, the cramping and soreness…oh holy heck.
Our little family of 3 has been adjusting well and doing the best we can! Mommy and daddy are learning every day and Connor is so very patient with us. We make an amazing team!
Recap: Connor Michael Bowen was born on October 19, 2012 at 10:09am weighing 5lbs 15oz and 18.5 inches. He was estimated to be much bigger but we are suspicious that the knot tied in his umbilical cord may have had something to do with a lack of nutrients getting to him. But he is a picture of health! He’s passed his birthweight in less than 2 weeks and currently weighs 6lbs 3oz! I recommend babies to everyone. They are so worth all the effort and hard work. Every moment with him is magic! 🙂
Now for some photos of our squishy baby!!!