I've not been on tumblr in a long while in the way of updating on life - just been a few reblogs here and there. Well, I bore a son, Stellan Israel, on the 14th of August. He was 8 lbs 12 oz, and 21 1/2 inches long. The birth story: On August 13th during the last half of the day I was starting to get consistent contractions every 20 minutes or so. They started getting a couple minutes closer, and a few every once in awhile hurt more than the others. After my husband and I dropped off his son at his moms we went back home. I knew that walking around would increase the likeliness of the contractions, so I did that. They got closer and closer - 10 minutes or so. I called my doctor to let them know what was going on. They told me to call them if I progressed more or something new happened. And, literally, 5 minutes later I had my bloody show. I took a shower. And I'm so glad that I took a shower, because a few hours later I ended up going into the hospital and in labor. So, after the shower I walked around a whole lot more consistently. I sped up my walking and at other times I slowed it down hoping that the difference of consistency would progress my labor, and it did. On our Drive there to the hospital my contractions got worse. When I got there (11 pm) they put me in a room to hook me up to track my contractions for an hour and to see how far I was dilated and effaced. I got there and I was 1 - 2 cm dilated and 70% effaced. My contractions got so bad. They were all in the pelvic bone. I couldn't press pressure on it to give myself some less pain. I couldn't do anything. And my pain was a 10. Seriously! They checked me an hour later and I was 3 to 4 cm dilated and 90% effaced. I was brought into the labor and delivery room to start my labor process. Because of the amount of pain I was in I chose to get an epidural. If it was back pain or stomach pain I would have been able to handle that, but it was so painful because it was all all geared to the pelvic bone. And while they were giving me the epidural I couldn't move. More like I should say that I was not supposed to move. And that was the hardest thing I had to do with amount of pain with each contraction every 5 minutes. The epidural worked immediately. I was impressed and so grateful. However, my contractions got lesser and lesser, and the baby's heart rate was going up and down every 2 to 3 seconds. It was crazy, because his heart rate was very rarely in the section that it was supposed to be in. After eight and a half hours the doctors came to talk to me about this issue that didn't go away. They told me that what they believe was happening was pretty rare. Something with the umbilical cord. I think it was around the placenta. And they didn't want to risk increasing my labor because of what was already going on with my baby's heart rate, and they wanted to immediately get me into surgery for a C-section. For some reason, throughout my pregnancy, I believe the Holy Spirit wanted me to be okay with getting a C-section because, for some reason I thought this was going to happen. A lot of me was not surprised, but part of me was because I wanted to deliver my baby naturally through the vaginal canal. My husband wasn't able to come in to surgery with me, because we knew that if he did he would pass out and have to be rushed into the ER. So I asked my mom if she would come in with me, because she had 3 C-sections with all us kids. I remember going into the surgery room. It was completely sterile and white. White. I felt like I was in a movie scene where they rush a patient into a room to do surgery. I started freaking out more and more. I was crying because I was scared of getting cut in two, and I was so completely exhausted. After a time, I was so exhausted that I didn't care anymore about getting cut open. I just wanted them to do the surgery and get me and my baby in and out of there. I remember seeing the clock when I was wheeled into the surgery room. It was around 9:35 a.m. And my baby was born at 10:05 a.m. I remember looking up at the clock again when they were wheeling us out, and it was almost 11. And they also told me that even if there were no complications with his heart rate and I was pushing that they would have had to have done an emergency C-section anyway because my pelvic bone was too narrow for him to pass through, and he was really wedged in there because he was trying to come out. So, that's the jiff of it. A lot more happened after that. I was admitted into the hospital 2 more times within the time that I came in for labor. So, that was quite interesting and do not want to repeat whenever my husband and I have another baby. So, here are a few photos of my pumpkin nugget and I. They're recent, and he's a few days short of being 2 months.
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