Wyatt Burps

I’m not one for birth stories, i tend to skip over them because after a while they all blend into one, with an outcome that’s rather predictable.

I went to my doctor on Friday for an ultrasound to see how Wyatt was doing,  His fluid was low and he was not consistently practice breathing. They estimated he would weigh about 8lbs 8 ounces. Which was fine with me, i just wanted a healthy baby boy in my arms instead of my belly. My mom had made the wise decision to accompany me to these appointments instead of me calling her frantically to say “COME UP HERE NOW”

The doctor decided it was best to induce so off we went across the street to the palace that is known as the Maine Medical Birthing Center.  Now i’ve never been hospitalized before, i’ve never had an IV, never had surgery. Once i arrived and tried to figure out how to put a gown on…which looks easier than it actually is…there was a lot of snaps. Got my IV, spoke to a resident and had cervadil shoved up my nether regions and left alone for 12 hours.

The downside of this, and the poor ultrasound was that I had to be constantly monitored. My belly was feeling raw after the gel and moving around, i ended up taping it down with uber sticky tape and even then it never stayed in place and nurses were constantly hunting me down in the hallway. I shouldve won an award for walking in circles around the L&D floor. I miss the ice and ginger ale they had.

Can anyone guess what happened after the 12 hours? Nothing, not one centimeter dilated. The powers that be decided to do a day of pitocin, which felt like a cruel punishment and awarded me an IV stand to push around the small circle of hallway I had to walk. I think I out walked anyone whose ever given birth there.  A day of pitocin goes by being amped up more and more past the max for 12 hours till it’s decided it’s not doing anything.

Which led to another 12 hour cervadil, Which was a huge break from the pitocin and gained me my sanity back. This only earned me a centimeter dilated and another day of pitocin. Which was you know..fun. Pushed past the limit before to a even higher dose. After a day of this i caved (also severe back labor) and got an epidural. Which was not at all what i was expecting. I could still move my legs relatively well, obviously not great but that’s expected.

Things calmed down quite a bit once i got the epidural and i was slowly dilating.

the keyword is slowly.

By late Monday night it was time to push, three hours later? not much goin on. I gave it my all and pushed with everything I had and i couldn’t do it anymore. I hadn’t eaten in two days at this point, no liquids I was BURNT OUT.

I chose to have a c section, which i appreciate more than anything in the world. They gave me a choice, let me choose what was best for me in this situation.

GUESS HOW MUCH THIS KID WEIGHED?

11lbs 4 oz and was 22 inches long

Giving birth to him vaginally wouldve been trying in the best of circumstances

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