On June 6th I had a complete meltdown. Ryan and I had been running errands after church. We stopped by IHOP to eat a late lunch. I started to feel so bad that I had to leave my uneaten plate and go lie down in the car. Later that afternoon I took my blood pressure, and it was very high (according to the crappy wrist monitor we had). I was scared of preeclampsia.
The next day I called my doctor and he suggested that I came to the hospital so they could monitor my blood pressure. I stayed in the labor and delivery area for a few hours. All was well, so they sent my home on bed rest. Doctor ordered rest that I greatly needed after finishing the school year the week before.
Then Wednesday, June 9th came around. It all began at 5:00am. I was coughing in my sleep, and I thought that I had a pee accident. It was not much, so I changed my clothes and went back to bed. Little did in know that was when my water had broken. No gush. No huge pool of liquid, just enough to make me think that I had peed myself.
So I went back to bed until 6:00am. I woke up with the worst back pain. It was constant. I thought I had slept funny so I pulled out the heating pad. I told Ryan to go ahead to work since my back was just hurting. That constant pain continued and got worse. I probably would have realized I was in labor if it wasn’t for my mom.
She was sure that I was not in labor. And since we had just been at the hospital a few days before, she did not want me making another trip. She kept telling me that I was not in labor. The whole time I was not mad at her, just really irritated. I felt like I was losing my mind.
Finally I called Ryan at 10:30 and told him to come home. I had already called the doctor once and this point, but he had not called me back. So much of that time is a blur now, and other parts I remember vividly. I remember rocking in the glider in Liam’s room. I was able to get calm there, but the pain was still really bad.
Ryan got home and tried to get a hold of the doctor again. He then started to pack our bags. We left for the hospital at 12:00pm (note: Liam was born at 2:07pm). I walked in and told the nurses at the labor and delivery desk that I thought I was in labor. They took me back to a room and examined me. I was 6 centimeters dilated. It felt so good to finally have a reason for all this pain. I wasn’t sure that I was in labor because I was not really having contractions, just the constant back pain. I remember telling my mom that this was so much worse than labor because there were no breaks in the pain.
At that time they came in to offer me an epidural. I declined, but said that I would take some pain meds in my IV. The nurse went to get the orders for the meds. My doctor finally came in at that point. I was 9 centimeters dilated, and pain meds were no longer and option. They were still offering an epidural though which I thought was crazy. I decided at that point that I had made it this far without anything that I would just have a natural birth.
It was a good thing I didn’t try to get an epidural because I was pushing 30 minutes later. I bet it would have taken that long to get an anesthesiologist down to my room. My mom and brother made it to the hospital right before I started to push.
I pushed through 6 contractions, and then my little man was born. The doctor almost didn’t even make it to the room in time to deliver Liam. He came out with the biggest cone head.
He weighed 5 pounds 12 oz and was 19 inches long. The NICU team spent a lot of time making sure he was okay. He was absolutely perfect. The laid him on my chest to regulate his breathing and temperature.
We were so fortunate that Liam was healthy and did not have to spend any time in the NICU. When I look back at my labor and birth, I realize it was perfect and exactly what I wanted. I had hoped to have a natural birth and spend as much time laboring at home as possible. That is exactly what happened. God is so Good!