Ty's birth was not ideal. I admit I am still quite bitter over it. You have been warned.
I had great dreams of having a natural unmedicated birth. I had printed out my birth plan and given it to my dr. Everything was going to go great...right? Nah. At about 33 weeks, my doctor left the practice! I should have found a new doctor (that had great reviews), but I had already paid a lot of money and wasn't sure I could get it back. So I saw the next available OB. I was thrown to the wolves.
Fast forward to the appointment before my due date, the doctor that checked me that day, said I had NO progress whatsoever. He said he could induce me if I wanted, but I would be practically "paying for a c-section". Well, of course, I did NOT want that. So I decided to hang out and let little man cook some more and pray I went into labor on my own.
My due date came and went and still no baby.
I went to my OB when I was 3 days past my due date. I still didn't have much progress. He said maybe 1 cm dilated and that my cervix was unfavorable. They decided to do a NST and an ultrasound. When the lady told me I was the first person she's done a NST on for going past their due date, that should have been a warning sign. I should have done something then, but, what can you do when your that far along? Anyways...the ultrasound showed that my baby was weighing in at 9 lbs 5 oz. Wow. He apparently hadn't dropped either. With all of the factors against me, my dr strongly suggested a C-section for fear of shoulder dystocia. I was absolutely heartbroken. I desperately wanted my vaginal birth.
They sent me to the hospital triage. They put on the belly monitor. I'm not quite sure what the point of all of this was, but when the dr on call came in, we had already decided to go ahead with the C-section. I had been scared into thinking I would hurt my baby if I didn't. I didn't want that gamble. I think back to that day, and just wonder if I had stuck to my guns, what would have happened...
We scheduled the C-section for the next day at 9am. After heading to the OR, we got bumped back after someone had to have an emergency C-section. He was born at 12:38pm. He weighed 8lbs and 9oz and was 21 inches long. The first thing I said when I saw him was "Yay! He has hair" I saw him for a second, before Jake took him off to bathe him. I then had to wait an hour in recovery by myself. I couldn't wait to get my hands on my baby!
The uncondition love I feel for my son is unreal. That day will always be one of the greatest days of my life even though it didn't go at all like I planned. But more than anything, the love I felt that day, shows me a glimpse of the love Christ has for me. That blows me away. God is so good!
Fast forward to the appointment before my due date, the doctor that checked me that day, said I had NO progress whatsoever. He said he could induce me if I wanted, but I would be practically "paying for a c-section". Well, of course, I did NOT want that. So I decided to hang out and let little man cook some more and pray I went into labor on my own.
My due date came and went and still no baby.
I went to my OB when I was 3 days past my due date. I still didn't have much progress. He said maybe 1 cm dilated and that my cervix was unfavorable. They decided to do a NST and an ultrasound. When the lady told me I was the first person she's done a NST on for going past their due date, that should have been a warning sign. I should have done something then, but, what can you do when your that far along? Anyways...the ultrasound showed that my baby was weighing in at 9 lbs 5 oz. Wow. He apparently hadn't dropped either. With all of the factors against me, my dr strongly suggested a C-section for fear of shoulder dystocia. I was absolutely heartbroken. I desperately wanted my vaginal birth.
They sent me to the hospital triage. They put on the belly monitor. I'm not quite sure what the point of all of this was, but when the dr on call came in, we had already decided to go ahead with the C-section. I had been scared into thinking I would hurt my baby if I didn't. I didn't want that gamble. I think back to that day, and just wonder if I had stuck to my guns, what would have happened...
We scheduled the C-section for the next day at 9am. After heading to the OR, we got bumped back after someone had to have an emergency C-section. He was born at 12:38pm. He weighed 8lbs and 9oz and was 21 inches long. The first thing I said when I saw him was "Yay! He has hair" I saw him for a second, before Jake took him off to bathe him. I then had to wait an hour in recovery by myself. I couldn't wait to get my hands on my baby!
The uncondition love I feel for my son is unreal. That day will always be one of the greatest days of my life even though it didn't go at all like I planned. But more than anything, the love I felt that day, shows me a glimpse of the love Christ has for me. That blows me away. God is so good!
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