I have always loved reading other woman's birth stories because each is so different and thought I would share my boys stories with you. Here is Calvin's birth story, I wrote this almost 3 years ago on my old blog:
Like many woman it was my every intention to give birth 100% naturally, meaning without an epidural or any IV’s. Nick and I had done a lot of research on going with the Bradley Method, BUT as you can imagine everything we had prepared for went differently than planned.
It was September 19, 2012, my due date, and Calvin had yet to make his arrival. I went to my OB/GYN (whom I did not like) and she told me I was only 1.5 cm dilated and 80% effaced. I had been walking a mile everyday and was sad that I was not dilated any further. She reccomened I make an induction appointment for the following week. The idea of waiting another week was just crazy to me because I was so big at that point and just wanted him out, despite my fears of going into labor. Later that day after my usual walk I was hanging out with my sister and had heard that if you use your breast pump for a little bit that the stimulation could induce labor. Michelle and I laughed our butts off playing with the pump and really thought nothing of it, I mean how could it work when we already tried EVERYTHING else possible.
Fast forward 3 hours and I am sitting on my yoga ball watching Beer Wars on Netflix. It was about 7pm and all of a sudden I felt period like cramps, this was weird because being pregnant I had not felt this feeling in quite a few months. After about 30 minutes I decided to start timing them because they were getting stronger. At that point my contractions were 8 minutes apart lasting for about 30 seconds. I remember my mom walking through the door and I told her “I think I am in labor”, she just laughed in disbelief. An hour later the contractions were really strong and were 5 minutes apart. Obviously, at this point my mom and Nick knew things were getting serious. I had Nick take a nap while my mom had me soak in her tub. I wanted Nick to get rest because I knew I would need his support when everything would soon speed up. At this point I contacted my doula and friend Melissa. She was excellent in telling my mom which positions and methods to use on me as I labored at home.
2 more hours had past and I went back to my yoga ball and leaned over my bed while Nick would apply pressure to my back. Although, I never thought I would be someone to moan, I was moaning a lot and it seemed to help. My contractions were 5 minutes apart and lasting over a minute and I was already thinking, “Give me the drugs”. I wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible because I thought he was close and being in labor for the first time ever I had no idea how much progress I had made and was desperate for an answer. Driving to the hospital was the worst part!!! Every stop, turned corner, and movement caused me so much pain and I definitely let Nick know how pissed I was, poor guy. My doula met us in the parking lot and they wheeled me in, since walking was not an option and would only make my contractions worse.
The nurse checked me and said I was barely 2 cm and was 100% effaced. She said they would not admit me until I was 3cm and that I could either labor more in the hospital waiting room or at home. Desperate to have a baby to stop the pain I went to the waiting room. My contractions were unbearable at this point and walking was horrible and even though I knew it would speed up the process I could not do it. Nick and my doula, along with my mom kept helping me with each contraction and we labored in the waiting room for 2 hours. The nurse checked me again and I had made no progress. She gave me a shot that would help me sleep and relax and back home I went.
This is where things get crazy. I went to bed from exhaustion and thanks to the pill I was able to get some rest. The problem was every 5 minutes when I would have a contraction I would wake up screaming in pain and then when the contraction was over I would fall asleep. At 7am I woke up and went back to the ball. My sister, Nick, and my mom would take turns applying pressure to my lower back and would help me breathe through a contraction. I moaned for every contraction which lasted now for a minute and a half and the pain was unlike anything I have ever felt before. The only way I can explain it is knives cutting through my stomach on all sides,period cramps times 100, and then a truck rolling over it and then being squished by a semi-truck all at the same time. At around 2pm we decided it was time to go back to the hospital and I had already labored 19 hours my now. Nick was so amazing and even though I was tired I knew he had to be exhausted by now because he was laboring with me and coaching me the entire time. It is so true that husbands labor with their wives, without Nick I would have not been able to get through any of the contractions.
The nurse checked me and I was 4cm dialted. I knew I wanted an epidural because I was so exhausted and figured I still had a long way to go. I got an epidural right away and boy was I happy. I was finally able to sit still and REST. Every 30 minutes I was being checked and the nurses broke my water thinking it would speed labor up and it seemed to work. Every hour I would switch sides and I would dilate more each time.
At 2am, it is now September 21, 2012, the doctor comes in and has me begin practicing pushing. They also turned off my epidural so that I would be able to feel the urge to push. At first this was fine and my legs still felt like jello so I couldn’t feel much. At around 3pm the pain was unbearable. My epidural had for sure worn off and I never knew something could feel this painful. I had my mom throw wet towels on me because I felt like I was going to faint the entire time. Although I got an epidural and then was obviously in the care of the doctors and was unable to deliver naturally and using the methods we had planned the doctors had me push while holding my breath and bearing down, the worst way possible to push. Calvin would kick my lung, I was having contractions, and I had the urge to push. After 30 minutes of pushing I asked the doctors if I could feel how close he was. I knew if I was able to tangibily feel how “close” he was then I would know how much longer I had to endure this pain. I kept thinking of The Baby Story on TLC and hearing the doctors say “just 2 more pushes” and then 2 hours later the lady was still pushing. I reached down and felt his hair and began pushing like crazy, even though I was only supposed to push when I had a contraction, which was still 5 minutes apart (they never got closer together and I am actually thankful for that).
At 4:00 am I told the doctor I wanted him out by 4:30am. I pushed and pushed and even looked at my mom at one point in desperation and said “mom, please I am begging you, help me”, my poor momma. Oh yeah I forgot to add, Nick was looking “down there” the entire time. Prior to being in labor I was very serious about Nick only looking at my head and not looking down there at all the madness going on. Nick was fascinated about the labor and delivery process, despite its not so prettiness, he would also question the nurses the entire time to make sure I was taken care of properly. Okay, back to the finale. At 4:30am I did three more pushes and all of a sudden he was on me. I just about fainted because it happened so fast. I heard his cry and saw Nick’s face (I had been waiting for that moment for 10 months). He looked at me and then at Calvin (who remained unnamed for 24 hours) and was just in love.
Calvin was born on September 21, 2012 at 4:40am weighing in at 7lbs 11oz and 19.5 in long. Calvin was perfect and the first thing we noticed was all of his hair. The nurses and doctors were also in awe at his awesome hair and within an hour he had a faux hawk working. After I was all cleaned up we were sent to another room and I started walking. I was in a bed for so long and labored 36 HOURS and was ready to stand up, sitting and laying down hurt my bottom too much. Calvin rested skin to skin on Nick and we knew that our lives were forever changed. A few hours later and after much deliberation, Nick finally named our son, Calvin Nicholas.
I left out so many small details, but hopefully this is a little light shed onto the best day of our lives. I did suffer from post partum depression for 15 weeks and if you ever go through this like I did please let me know, I would love to talk. I spent a lot of time researching pregnancy, labor, delivery, etc., but I wish I read more on the first two months of a newborns life. There was so many questions that I had and I felt so incompetent. Thankfully my mom and sister were around and they helped me in my times of doubt and disbelief. Now Calvin is almost 5 months old now and things are starting to normalize. The first few months were rough, some of the hardest weeks of my life. But every morning I get to see his smiling face and with being a stay at home mom I get to play with him all day and it is the best feeling in the world. I love my baby boy and am sad that he continues to grow up on me. Thanks be to God for blessing me with a healthy and safe labor and delivery and more importantly giving us beautiful, spunky son to raise.