Well, hello! Last time we spoke, I was pregnant. Now, I am not. I have a tiny little peanut of a baby living with me and I couldn’t be more in love with him.
After oohing and ahhing over Griffin, the first thing people ask me, is about how the whole process in the hospital went. I love hearing people’s birth stories, so I thought I’d share mine with you!
Richard and I went to the hospital to start the induction process on the evening of our one year anniversary. We had celebrated the day before, so on Sunday we spent the day together, just us, hanging out and getting stuff ready to head to the hospital. After we ran out of things to do, we started pacing, then headed out to have dinner with my family. We finally arrived at the hospital (45 minutes early–we were very anxious!) and we were ready to get the party started.
Sunday, July 6th
10:00 pm: I received Cervidil for the first time.The bad news is that nothing happened. The good news is I got a little bit of sleep.
Monday, July 7th 2:00 am: Second dose of Cervidil. Felt some cramping and a few small contractions.
6:00 am: They started me on Pitocin and that’s when things really got going. I’m not going to lie to you, the contractions hurt, but they were far enough apart at first that I was still pretty laid back about the whole situation.
9:00 am: By this point, the contractions were more frequent and I was starting to get uncomfortable, but was only dilated around 2-3 centimeters. Just as I was discussing an epidural with my nurse, my water broke. To be completely honest, up until this point, I was still trying to figure out why everyone talks about how painful this is. Yes, I was uncomfortable and in some pain, but this was when I finally started to get it. OW! My nurse brought up the epidural again and the answer was 100% YES.
10:00 am: Received epidural and went completely numb. I had people in and out of the room visiting with me throughout the day, and I think around this time was when I told everyone it felt like I was wearing snow boots?? I don’t know, people. I had a lot of medication in my system and not a lot of food to soak it up with. Needless to say, I was a little loopy and a lot sleep deprived.
2:00 pm: Only 3-4 centimeters dilated.
4:00 pm: Solid 5 centimeters. So tired and beginning to get frustrated because things were moving so slowly. Being the naive first time mom that I am, I was totally convinced that since my water broke on its own, that would really speed up the process. I was obviously wrong.
6:00 pm: Stuck at 5 cetimeters. This was when my doctor started throwing around the C Word. Yes, C-Section. I still had a little glimmer of hope, though. My doc said she was going into surgery, and would come and check on me when she got done. This was when my mom, Richard, and I had a conference and decided that if I hadn’t progressed anymore by the time she got back, I would give the go-ahead for the C-Section.
7:00 pm: Just as I suspected, I had not progressed and my nurse started prepping Richard and myself for surgery.
8:44 pm: Griffin Michael was born, weighing 5 lbs 9 oz and 19 inches long. I was an emotional wreck and so so annoying, asking a million questions like, “Does he have all his parts?” “Is he okay?” and “Why isn’t he crying more?” I was politely told to shut up and relax and they stitched me up and sent me to recovery.
I’m still in awe of this incredibly precious boy. He literally could not be any cuter or look more like his Daddy, and I’m so in love with both of them. Richard hasn’t been around babies much at all, but Fatherhood suits him well, and just as I thought, it just clicked for him. We couldn’t be more proud of our strong and adorable boy. We love parenthood!