8.8.14 | Sam Hardy Gregory - A Birth Story:
It's been over 20 weeks since I last posted. At that point, we had just found out that our sweet baby was a boy. Let me skip forward to August 4th, my due date. I was still pregnant.
I had my weekly appointment in the afternoon. My Dr asked if I wanted him to strip my membranes - I declined the offer and headed home with an appointment card in one week - written on that card:
a non stress test and ultrasound to check fluids
Induction set for Monday or Tuesday
Tuesday and Wednesday were normal days. Nothing to report or complain about for that matter. But I woke up on Thursday and something felt different. Not physically, but mentally. I knew today was the day I had been waiting 40 plus weeks for. My day started off with mild contractions throughout the morning and afternoon. I kept Stew updated - and actually said
"I think today is the day."
Around 3:00pm, I emailed my Mom at work and told her to plan on taking Friday off, which she did. I finished up my work for the day and at 5pm, IV and I headed outside for a game of hop scotch. I wasn't feeling good. I quickly downloaded a contraction app on my phone and started to time my contractions.
What a rookie move. To my surprise, they were 7-9 minutes apart and become intense.
At 6pm, I attempted to eat dinner, which Stew had so graciously picked up on his way home. I ate in between contractions.
At 7pm, it was bath time for IV. I told Stew I couldn't help and that I wanted to head to the hospital once he was in bed. After a quick bath and book, I kissed IV and told him we were off to meet his baby brother.
And now, that moment had arrive. We stood in the living room, bags in hand. We were anxious, nervous and I was in pain. We left for the hospital. I checked in at 5cm and 100% effaced. We settled into labor and deliver. At this point my contractions became worse. I told Stew I wasn't sure how much longer I could handle them. I asked for an epidural. About 30 minutes last, the anesthesiologist arrived. It's 10pm and I felt good…better and at ease. I was ready. I kept watching the clock to see if baby Sam would be born on 8.7 or 8.8.
I secretly wanted 8.8.14.
The room was calm, the nurses were relaxed and soft spoken. I had the shakes. I was freezing.
I had transitioned.
Around midnight it was time. I was 10cm.
I practiced pushing a few times and couldn't find my rhythm. I know that may sound weird, but I couldn't get it. It didn't feel right. So after a few minutes of practicing, I found my groove. His head was partially out.
Stew looked. I didn't.
I pushed a few more times and at 12:24am on Friday, 8.8.14, my beautiful Sam Hardy was born. He came into the world at 9lbs 10oz and 21" long. He was quickly placed on my chest and right then I knew our family was complete. Sam was the final piece of our family.
After about 30 minutes, the nurses took Sam to perform all tests and give him his first bath.
I breathed a sigh of relief and Stew looked at me and said
"you are amazing. you did it again. you are so strong"
It was time for me to get up and use the bathroom. I walked the 5 feet and told my nurse I couldn't see her. I couldn't hear either.
The nurse pulled the emergency handle and 15+ doctors and nurses flooded the deliver room.
I had passed out.
After, what Stew tells me, about 2 minutes - I came to feeling tired. The nurses placed me back in bed for fluids and something to eat.
It's now 3am.
We were tired, yet couldn't sleep. We closed our eyes, with Sam in his bassinet next to my bed. We woke around 6am - I felt relief. 40+ weeks carrying this sweet boy and he was finally here. He was perfect.
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I'm hoping to find more time to write about my last 20 weeks of pregnancy and write about the last two weeks with my boys.
Stay tuned.