Do You Agree to My Birth Story Terms?

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It occurred to me that I haven’t had much to say about being a Dad. Julie wrote a great sum-up of the birth which takes me off the hook for newborn details. It’s a detailed romp through our most private moments. Read it and you will know the intimate details of my son’s birth. That also means, by reading it, that you take a vested interest in his life and need to be responsible for remembering birthdays, attending recreational sporting events and choir. You will also be asked to help Miles in all ways possible when it comes to connections. That includes putting up room and board, offering free food and beverages, approving college applications and non-interest financial aid, getting out of speeding tickets, securing city lifeguard jobs, fudging time cards and offering tickets to Wicked’s backstage tour (which doesn’t even go backstage, by the way). If you agree to this and you agree to texting your vote every single night for Miles’ when he is on “So You Think You Can Dance 12”, then you can read this. Cool?

miles1old.jpg

It occurred to me that I haven’t had much to say about being a Dad. Julie wrote a great sum-up of the birth which takes me off the hook for newborn details. It’s a detailed romp through our most private moments. Read it and you will know the intimate details of my son’s birth. That also means, by reading it, that you take a vested interest in his life and need to be responsible for remembering birthdays, attending recreational sporting events and choir. You will also be asked to help Miles in all ways possible when it comes to connections. That includes putting up room and board, offering free food and beverages, approving college applications and non-interest financial aid, getting out of speeding tickets, securing city lifeguard jobs, fudging time cards and offering tickets to Wicked’s backstage tour (which doesn’t even go backstage, by the way). If you agree to this and you agree to texting your vote every single night for Miles’ when he is on “So You Think You Can Dance 12”, then you can read this. Proceed, after the jump.


Miles’ Birth Story:

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At around 11:45pm at 40weeks, 6days (Saturday July 21st) I got into bed and was feeling a few menstrual-like cramps. I had a pretty bad one in my back, and I called Justin in from the family room in to massage my back. A few minutes later I got another one in my uterus… and called out to Justin in the family room that I was having a contraction. it’s funny, I was kind of writhing around the bed in pain whimpering and Justin called out “hey, are you faking it?”. Just then I felt this “pop” and like some liquid was spilling out of me. I told Justin that no I was not faking it, and in fact I think my water just broke! I got up and went to the bathroom, and it all spilled out onto a puddle on the floor.

I called my doctor who instructed me to go into the hospital. I called my mom and Justin’s mom to let them know we were going in and we’d call them when we knew more info… Justin was a little nervous, rushing around to make sure we had everything. I was anxious, but calm about getting to the hospital in a rush. I knew we had plenty of time. I was, however, extremely jittery. I literally could not stop my body from shaking and shivering. So at the point where I think my water is done leaking, I get dressed and we head out. About half way to the hospital I realize that my water is still leaking full force and is starting to actually puddle in my sweatpants! We were nervous that it was getting all over the car seat. It never dawned on us to grab a towel to sit on! It was funny, at one intersection Justin stopped to get a scarf or something to sit on out of the back of the car – he came back with three winter gloves. I told him I didn’t think that was going to work. I then remembered that the Atlas had a plastic cover, so he grabbed that… needless to say, we need to remember to buy a new Atlas.

We got to the hospital about 12:20 and the nurse checked me and I was at 3.5cm dilated. We actually got there just in time, because very soon after we arrived my contractions started coming. They were pretty intense. The nurse asked if I was planning on getting an epidural, I told her yes, and she suggested that I go ahead and get it then. I agreed and she started the process of admitting me to labor and delivery.

Down in L&D they prepared me for the epidural. It took 3 tried to get it in and functioning. It was pretty miserable with the contractions coming closer and stronger now. Plus, I was getting really worried that I’d be one of those people who it didn’t work for. I guess the spaces inbetween my spine are really tight or something… After the second attempt they finally got it in, but it wasn’t working. I could still feel everything. After about ten minutes the anesthesiologist said she was going to take it out and put it in again. I was nervous, but figured going through getting it inserted again would be less pain in the long run… Luckily my back was pretty numbed-up from the three attempts and I didn’t really feel anything on the 3rd try. Luckily, too, the 3rd attempt worked. My legs started going numb very soon after. By this time it was about 3:00am.

I was instructed to try to sleep buy I was so anxious and had the full on shivers that I just couldn’t. In the meantime my mom, dad & grandma arrived as well as my in-laws. I visited with my families briefly and then tried to relax for a while. I was absolutely amazed that I couldn’t feel any pain! I could not believe that I was actually having contractions, and they were getting worse, yet I could feel nothing. I can’t imagine how women do this without the epidural!
Somewhere around 4:00am the on-call OB came in to check me. They whole time the nurses were having a really hard time picking up my contractions on the monitor, so there was confusion about how far along I was progressing. The doctor checked me and was happy to report that I was about 6cm dilated. He said that I was doing really well and going pretty fast for a first time mom. However, in the midst of all this poking and prodding, they lost the baby’s heartbeat for a minute or so. It got pretty serious at this point as hey inserted an internal fetal monitor. That was able to pick up the heartbeat, but (I think) his heartbeat had slowed down a little, so they were keeping a close eye on things. Oh, also, he informed me that the baby was big… he said he’d be very surprised if he was under 8 pounds. Ugh!

Around 6am I asked Justin to bring the women up (my mom, mother in law and grandma) to see me one last time before delivery started. I was starting to feel some pressure and felt that delivery wasn’t that far away. We visited for a few minutes and I sent them away because I was certain I was getting really close.

I was feeling a lot of vaginal and rectal pressure, so I called the nurse in to see if they should check my cervix. They did and I was only about 7.5cm dilated. Shortly thereafter my doctor arrived (THANKFULLY, *MY* doctor… not one of the other two doctors in the practice!). The pressure started getting pretty bad. The anesthesiologist came in and topped off my epidural, but also told me that if it was “pressure” I was feeling and not actual “pain” that the epidural wouldn’t really do anything for me… which it didn’t. The pressure kept getting more and more intense. Justin was incredible through it all though, helping me breathe and focus.

My doctor checked back in around 7:30am and kept a close eye on the baby’s heartbeat. I guess he wasn’t really tolerating me being in any other position but on my left side. The doctor said I was about 9cm dilated and she was going to give me another half hour and then she’d come back and make the call based on the baby’s heartrate whether or not I would start pushing or we would do a c-section. At that point I was actually hoping for the c-section. I was thinking that if the pressure was this bad now, what would it be like during pushing? I was scared… I really kind of wanted the c-section.

Around 8am the doctor came back and moved me around a little and determined that the baby was tolerating well, and we were going to start pushing. I was really surprised at how painless the pushing part was. I was also really surprised at how tremendously hard it was! My god! That had to be the biggest, hardest workout I’ve ever had. Such hard, hard work!!! But again, I was so pleasantly surprised at how painless it was… up until the end. Oh my god… I’m not going to lie, even with the epidural those last few minutes before the baby comes out were excruciating! I seriously thought I was going to rip apart. I screamed so many profanities! I had my eyes closed most of the time and was just screaming… granted it didn’t help that I had such a big baby… I can’t even tell you how long those last few pushes lasted. It could have been ten minutes, it could have been two, I don’t know. At 10:26am he literally popped out of me! I was always under the impression that the baby’s head comes first, then there’s a pause and then his shoulders come out. But his whole body came out of me all at once. The nurses told me this is basically what led to my 2nd degree tear.

It was kind of scary when he came out because he didn’t cry immediately and Justin looked so completely stunned… no smile initially or anything, just a look of complete shock. I initially thought something might be wrong. It also didn’t help that they called in the doctors from NICU because of his heartrate issue, and my doctor thought he may have swallowed some meconium… so right after he came out they cut the cord they whisked him away to be examined. This was initially disappointing because Justin wanted to cut the cord and I wanted them to lay him directly on me… but I guess medical necessity prevailed. Which is okay…
He weighed 9pounds, 9ounces and was 22 inches long. After they cleaned him up they gave him to me and I could not stop kissing him. I was immediately in love. Shortly thereafter Justin brought in my mom, mother in law and grandma. It was so fun because he was completely alert. And from there on out the day was filled with a barrage of visitors…

It was a completely miraculous experience in every way, and I am so thankful to have my beautiful baby boy.

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