I’m happy to report that I have been thoroughly enjoying motherhood so far! So much so that I keep forgetting to come online to update everyone! You can all flog me later!
I’ll be sure to write a detailed birth story later but for now, the quick and dirty version is that I started having contractions in the early morning hours of Saturday, Feb. 9th. Once they were starting to become regular and closer together we made the move to the hospital on Saturday evening. Not much happened through the night other than me being hooked up to monitors and breathing through contractions. By Sunday morning, I wasn’t progressing as quickly as I would have liked but I was still doing pretty well, all things considered. Aaaaaand things slowly started going south from there. I was told that Ben was facing up instead of down, so that was why I wasn’t dilating very fast, since his head wasn’t coming down at the right angle to get my labour going as it should. The doctor decided she would try to turn him but turning me into a human puppet and putting me in excruciating pain. It was lovely. The morphine only barely took an edge of the pain. Barely. My mom, who had been in the delivery room with my husband and I had to leave at this point because it was too hard for her to see me in so much pain. My mother in law and sister also tried to take turns with us but it truly wasn’t a good scene and I can’t say that I blame anyone for not wanting to witness the horror show! The stupid thing is that the doctor said she would try turning him for 2 hours … 2 hours! Fast forward to Monday morning and they were still going at it! They did give me breaks in between and gave me an epidural at some point in there which did nothing for me and actually slipped out of place and into my spinal column. It took me throwing myself onto the bathroom floor on my hands and knees and making feral animal noises for them to agree that I needed to get the baby out fast and by c-section. Keep in mind that I had completely lost track of time and space, had not eaten, drank, or slept since Saturday. Next thing I know, my favorite person in the whole world gave me a spinal for the surgery which completely relieved me of all my pain and suffering and a few minutes later, Nick and I welcomed Ben into the world! Regardless of all that had happened, we were both crying happy tears as soon as he was out and we got to see his sweet little face.
I really don’t remember a lot about those few days, or the week or so that followed. Which makes me sad because I wish I remembered his first days more clearly. I have bits and pieces in my mind and our families are always helping me piece more together but I was so tired, in so much pain and so drugged that it’s no wonder I didn’t know what was going on. I do remember my OB coming to see me and talking about the possibility of a blood transfusion since I had lost so much blood which really scared me but I’ glad she decided to give me more time for my body to rest and they didn’t end up having to do one.
Through it all, Nick has been amazing. He did EVERYTHING for Ben and I at the hospital and for the first little while when we got home. Our families have also been so wonderful and have been helping us since the day he was born. Since I’m still not completely healed from the surgery, I’ve had a member of our family with me all the time when Nick had to go back to work. My mom took the first week that we were home off work to stay with me, then Nick’s mom took the next week. I don’t know what we would have done without their support. I certainly feel much better than I did, but I know I’ve got a few more weeks to go before I am back to normal again.
Monday will be the first day that Ben and I will be on our own and it also marks the day he turns 1 month old! I’m looking forward to it being just the 2 of us and getting into our own rhythm and routine together. I also foresee more blogging time in my future which makes me very happy because I’ve missed it! Now, to catch up on my blog reading!!Pin It