For anyone who has been following the blog for any amount of time you will know that I have one son already. I wrote about his birth story here. And if you have been following it in the last 9 months you will know that I am pregnant with a second son! Well, I was!
If you took a moment to go back and read the blog about the birth of our first son it was all natural (due to lack of time) and it was super fast. For a first birth and him being 9 days early it was actually incredible (Seriously read all the details here!)
Much like my 1st son this little guy decided to give mom contractions on a Sunday evening also. It started with the little cramping and I had gone to bed. By 2am I was fully awake and I was back in the warm tub hoping that the water would ease my back. Which it did for a period of time. About 3am or so I got my boyfriend up again. I still was having contractions. They were getting closer and closer together. At about 5am I had called my mom to come over since she was switched her shift so she could go watch our little Vincent while we went to the hospital.
Contractions SUCK. I do not remember them being so hurtful and sucky as they were with Vincent as they were that day. They checked how far along I was and I was only 3-4cms. Which SUCKED also. Because it was still early labour I was contracting in a small room until I was at least a solid 4cm if not more. They suggested I walk or bounce on a birthing ball. That did not happen. I legit was done. I couldn’t handle it. Maybe because with Vincent they gave me Morphine for the pain so early that helped also? But it was incredibly painful. We stayed in this room from about 630am/7am to some time after 9am. Then when I was checked at 5cm I was sent to a room.
Unlike my 1st. I totally 110% responded to wanting an epidural. We had plenty of time to get one and we went that route. It is nerve wracking going through contractions while they jam a needle into your back but I think I did okay. I was surprised by how little pain you feel. Contractions became nearly non existent. I also was surprised when I was able to move my legs moderately. They felt a bit flimsy but I could still move them. Here is when things started to go wonky.. So they were having trouble finding the heartbeat. I don’t mean for lack of. I mean for where it was located for them to hear it. This is when they brought in an ultrasound and they checked.. He had flipped on us and was suddenly head up. He was breeched. At this point it was pretty devastating.
I had 2 options. I never felt pressure in my decisions for this but it still never made it any easier. My 1st option was to attempt a breech birth vaginally. Now this may seem easy but with him measuring 2.5 weeks ahead based on a 31 week ultrasound we knew he was going to be bigger then my 1st son was. They informed me that yes, it may be possible but there is also the possibility that he may get stuck or that we may end up in a C-Section at the end anyways if he wont come out. Then obviously, the second option was a C-Section. A major freaking surgery that if you were to ask me about it there would be no flipping way that I would have told you that was even a possibility. It was not even on my radar.
We just decided to pick a C Section. I say pick as if some crazy prize but it wasn’t.. It was nerve wracking, scary and I was basically petrified. The reason why we chose this was that it was already near lunch time, my labour contractions were a bit stalled, and the fact we could attempt breech and STILL have to have a C section I think would be far more devastating if I waited all day to have one. Luckily they brought us in nearly right away so we were able to be out of the surgery theater at about 130pm and into recovery. I needed more medications before they actually cut me open as I could still slightly feel some sensations. And then at one point I felt so nauseous that I basically dry heaved at one point due to having nothing in my stomach either. My boyfriend said at one point my heart rate dropped to 70 and he was like WHAT THE FRICK. But other than that it was crazy. It is also insane that they give you the baby within 15 minutes. Then you have to be sewn up for the remainder 30-40 minutes because they legit cut through so many layers of your abdomen. I never did skin to skin because I was shivering due to the medications however he got to so that! That made me really happen because he got to experience things with Felix that I got to first with Vincent!
After recovery and my legs started working again would I be moved to my own room. This was because I had to be able to scoot my bum from the surgery bed to a regular bed. After I had to see how I could walk at 630pm. Also the next test was trying to pee. This is something that is so mind boggling because you are legit drinking liters and liters of water but because of the amount of medications in you, your body becomes so dehydrated. At some point I even was questioning if things were put back in the way they were since my body was not peeing but I was drinking and drinking so I know there was fluids being put in there!
Finally pee happened and I am basically on the mend except for the mandatory 2 day stay in the hospital. Which is totally okay due to the fact that C Sections are actually considered major surgery which is still mind blowing for me considering you are awake during the entire procedure. And with everything that happens to your body from being essentially having things moved around and having things replaced, your body goes through a lot. Not to mention my littlest son Felix also had a touch of jaundice like his older brother due to myself and my boyfriends blood types and how they match while making children.
As I write this it is the spare moments from the first night home. We still have to take Felix in to see if the jaundice has gone the following day which we hope it has. And on top of that also, having a cesarean section for delivery has been anything but delightful. I feel low key depressed, not baby blues but just sad because of the amount of things that you really and truly cannot do for yourself. Not to mention I needed help to shower and was unable to put my own compost in the compost bin under the sink due to the fact I would have to bend over the way that do. I’m not sure how a single mother would so this without help. Honestly. I have my boyfriend home and able to help and even that I find extremely challenging. I hope these next 4 to 6 weeks really fly by and I am able to get back to being myself again. With full mobility of course also too!