While I don’t want to overshare my own birth story, bringing Riley into the world was a truly magical experience, though one far removed from what we anticipated. As we discussed in a previous post, we scheduled an elective induction at 39.5 weeks because we suspected he was quite large and because of difficult work scenarios. Some people would think this callous, but for us, it was a logical plan and no less valid of a way to bring him into the world with love.
Wednesday night we went into the hospital for Cervidil, a medication that ripens the cervix. The night passed without incident, with Andy and I each getting a few hours of sleep. I started pretty strong contractions around 5am and woke Andy up at that point to keep me company while I breathed through them. At 7 am, they started the Pitocin to induce contractions. I was about 1 cm dilated and 50% effaced at that point.
I continued contractions, just breathing in and out and relaxing until about 11am, at which point the pain got to be too much to bear and I took the epidural. I have to say, that epidural was magical. It was a beautiful thing – being myself, knowing I was in pain, but not feeling it. It was much easier waiting through the day with the epidural in. I tried to rest and relax a bit, while Andy played computer games and kept me company. After a few cervical exams throughout the day, my OB determined that I was just not progressing at all. I had only made it to 3-4 cm dilated and about 75% effaced in about 10 hours had not moved beyond that. At that point, we began discussing the dreaded c-section. Ominous music plays.
Once my OB, who I have to say I really genuinely like and respect, told me that I had to have the c-section, I asked all the questions that immediately jumped to mind (since I had skipped those sections of most of the pregnancy books). I was worried about recovery time, losing weight and getting my stomach muscles back, pain management and breastfeeding, the anesthesia and it’s effect on the baby, and anything else I could think of. He answered all my questions well and I was confident that this was best for my body and for the baby. I did not want to be stubborn and demand to continue a non-progressive labor when it was clear that it was not in Riley’s or my best interest. Once they got the all clear, there was no time for nervousness. I was scheduled for surgery 20 minutes later and then things moved quickly. Anesthesia came in and started turning up my dosage (it was miraculous), nurses took blood, removed my fetal monitors, and Andy packed up the labor room. We moved to the surgery room where my version of the story becomes a little more vague.
It started out with me in the room with the surgical team; Andy had to dress in his gown and prep outside the room at first. I was transfered to a new bed and the blue drape was placed on my chest. After that, all I saw was the drape and the lights overhead. And thank goodness for that. I don’t know what happened next, though Andy does. I asked him not to give me the play by play and our banter kept the anesthesiologist laughing. I was aware of everything, except pain, just some pressure. Within 20 minutes, everything was over, I heard the most beautiful cry in the world, and Andy was telling me just how perfect Riley looked. They cleaned me up while they cleaned Riley up (Andy went with the baby) and I was able to join them both in the recovery room within a few minutes of his birth. That’s a pretty impressive feat considering a c-section is MAJOR surgery. Riley was wide awake and responsive, already reaching for his mouth and ready to try to nurse as soon as I came in the room.
Recovery has been far easier than I imagined it would be, though my incision is still painful. I am taking very minimal pain medication, nursing frequently, and am able to move around. As of last night, I can shower, walk around, and pretty much do as I please, as long as it’s not lifting anything heavy.
While this wasn’t the birth we anticipated, it is the one we had. Some women report feeling like failures at having to have a c-section and that couldn’t be farther from the truth for me. I asked my ob after the fact if there was anything that could have been done to make labor progress better (starting earlier, waiting longer, etc.) and he said no. There was no way that we could have avoided having a c-section – Riley was apparently turned the wrong way (“sunny side up” according to the docs), and his head was too big for my pelvis. Anyone who saw me in those final weeks though, could have guessed that. Nevertheless, I am no less content with my birth experience than I would have been if it had gone according to plan. I have a beautiful, healthy son who I love more than I could have imagined and that’s all that matters to us.
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