My husband and I finally welcomed our son into the world on Wednesday, September 28th at 4:06 pm in a slightly dramatic fashion.
I know I posted over the final days of my pregnancy about the excruciating discomfort I was in. I was anxious to see my baby boy, to hold him in my arms, to kiss his little cheeks, to count his fingers and toes. My patience was starting to get the better of me and I actually decided to test out some of the earlier myths about inducing labor that I had written about. I had gone through 2 doctor’s appointments of finding out that my cervix wasn’t dilated and at the last visit was told we would figure out the plan for possible induction should my cervix still be closed tightly.
Last Wednesday morning, I had another doctor’s appointment. My husband and I rose from bed, showered and dressed and then actually decided to get a few last-minute items together just in the hope that I would be dilated enough for the doctor to send me to the hospital. I have to admit it was wishful thinking and I knew that I would be coming back home, but still better to be safe than sorry, right?
So, once again my cervix was closed tightly. I can honestly say that I wasn’t as dejected as I had been before, after all I knew that it was only a matter of a few days before my son would be here as the doctors had told me they would not let me go more than a week past my due date. My husband and I asked about the process moving forward for induction and my doctor stated that he wanted to get another ultrasound just to get an estimate as to my son’s weight. Here’s where the excitement began to occur.
While sitting in the ultrasound chair, my belly all gelled up, the technician asked me a very strange question. “Have they told you your baby is breached?”
Huh? That was news to me! Every doctor I had seen over the last month was pretty adamant about the fact that he was in the correct position, head down, butt up. It gets better from there.
“Wow, he looks to be a pretty big boy, around 9 lbs 9 oz., and we may have a problem. I don’t want to alarm you, but there’s very little amniotic fluid around him.”
What did this mean? To say I was nervous and anxious is an understatement especially after the technician informs me that they will likely admit me today and will have to perform a c-section. Again, say what????
After further discussion with my doctor, it was decided that it was best for me NOT to go into labor and that a c-section would have to occur ASAP. The concern at this point was the fact that somehow I had managed to slowly leak out amniotic fluid and there wasn’t much to protect my son as he came into this world.
45 minutes later, my husband and I were checking into the hospital. I was admitted into the high risk atrium, hooked up to monitors for the baby as well as any possible contractions that would indicate labor (something we were desperate to avoid). 3 hours of this and 2 IVs later, I was taken into the operating room for my spinal and then the surgery.
Within 5 minutes of the surgery, my beautiful baby boy came screaming into this world. He wasn’t quite the 9 lbs 9 oz that had been estimated, but wasn’t too far away at 8 lbs 15 oz and 21 inches long. He is a healthy and happy boy, and I couldn’t be happier to be a mother.
Now that my journey through the pregnancy is over, don’t expect my posts to stop there. As a first time mother, I can’t wait to share even more of my day-to-day adventures with you all.
Thank you all for reading my blogs, for the prayers and the support and stay tuned for even more action and adventure as mommy and daddy navigate the waters of Baby Davey!