Well our 2nd son made his arrival into this world on Sunday, March 6th at 7:12pm. His birth was witnessed by his Daddy, big brother, Grammy, Granddad, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Kissy and Aunt Michelle.
I had planned for the day to start off like the rest of them...still pregnant. Daddy and I had planned to go to Mesquite Valley Growers to pick up some plants to add to our growing garden. After breakfast I called Grammy and Granddad to give them the news that I was still pregnant and I didn't see labor coming on anytime soon.
Lets rewind a bit to give you a tad bit of background....
At this point I was considered 41 weeks and 2 days into my pregnancy. After trying every form of "hocus-pocus" over the last week or so that we could think of to encourage labor to come on in a more natural state we finally decided to throw our hands up in the air and just wait for Mr. C to come when he was ready. Daddy and I had always disputed the due date we were given so we had some apprehension and guilt about taking steps medically to induce labor. I had a round of tests the Friday before that confirmed everything with Mr. C was okay and we were basically given the clearance by a mid-wife to continue the pregnancy.
Fast Forward to Sunday now....
At around 12:30am while lying in bed my water slowing started leaking. This happened three separate times between 12:30 and 2:00am. I wasn't convinced my water was leaking because I wasn't having any contractions so I just chalked everything up to a full bladder. The Sunday prior I was convinced I was going into labor so I rounded up the posse and essentially staged a fire drill because it turned out to be a false alarm. Needless to say I wasn't going to "call it" again at 12:30 for it be another false alarm.
Back to my call with Grammy and Granddad....
The phone was just about to connect when I felt that leak again and again I shrugged it off as my bladder. Grammy and I talked for about 10 minutes and when I hung up the phone...WHAM.... I could no longer deny the "leak" was my bladder. Surprisingly, I still was a little apprehensive to call it. I was more convinced now but because I wasn't having any contractions I thought it was all to good to be true. To be safe though I called Grammy right back and told her I thought my water had broken and that they should head back home from the property.
I told Daddy the news and I called the Birthing Center. The mid-wife on duty told me to come down in about 45 minutes, she would check me, start my antibiotics for the GBS and send me home until the contractions started. I figured I had roughly fours hours between antibiotic doses to come home and do my hair, pack the bags, finish laundry and give Bug a better parting besides the rushed one he was given. Fortunately, Daddy had the brains to pack as if we wouldn't be coming home for two days because when we arrived at the Birthing Center the mid-wife had recalled I was over the 41week mark in the pregnancy and I was now an automatic TMC transfer which we knew.
We arrived at TMC and we were checked in by 10:30. I still wasn't having any contractions to speak of and I wasn't too surprised by this. I had actually suspected that because of the position of the baby I would never get the consistency I needed and therefor would need the help of Pitocin.
I had my first round of antibiotics at 11:40 and a very slow drip of Pitocin started. The goal was to get two rounds of antibiotics in me before I delivered. Now I knew with a broken water sac and being on Pitocin the contractions would more intense but I still wanted to try for the natural labor.
I was given my second dose of antibiotics at 2:40 and the Pitocin drip increased. I managed to make it to 8cm before I pulled plug on the natural labor and begged for the epidural. I don't recall at what time I started pushing but it was a whole lot less then the two hours I pushed with Bug...THANK GOD!
All checked in and waiting
Enjoying my contraband
Sending out the updates
Contracting
Stealing a moment with my only child for the time being
Ahhh....the Epidural!
It's go time!
The photographers
My audience
Still pushing
HE'S HERE!!!
His Audience
The Official weigh in
Family moments
I would like to take a moment to talk about the mid-wife who delivered Mr. C. Her name is Susan Yount, CNM. We had just met her the Friday before when I had gone in for the all the testing. She lives and teaches mid-wifery in Phoenix and comes to Tucson a few days out of the week to work for the Birthing Center.
She was FABULOUS!!! She is what a mid-wife is supposed to be. With Bug I didn't get the true experience of a mid-wife and in fact I hardly saw his mid-wife during my 24 hour labor. I had explained to Susan during my check-in that I had a "personality conflict" with Bug's mid-wife and I hoped I wouldn't get her again this time. Turns out Susan's shift was ending at 7 that night and Bug's mid-wife was up next. If you only could have seen the "oh poop" look on my face. Susan was such a dear and agreed to stay on until Mr. C was born.
This will conclude the first update of Mr. C's birth.
Lots of Love~SL
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