WARNING! It get’s real.
It’s 1:30 am and I wake up by what felt like my water leaking. I say leaking, and not breaking, because there was no gush of water. To be honest, I can’t even be sure it is water. I get up so frequently to pee at this point in my pregnancy, that part of me thinks I just peed my pants. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. Nothing else is happening, but I have this feeling that something will. So, I quietly walk past my husband who has fallen asleep on the couch, and I go back to bed. I wait a few minutes to see if anything else will happen. There are a few more trickles, so I get back up, and walk back to the bathroom. I think at this point I am sure I know what is coming, but I still can’t believe it.
At around 2:00 am the first contraction hit me. I turn the lights on and wake up my husband. I tell him that I am pretttttty sure my water is leaking and that I am having contractions. At this point they only feel like mild cramps, but different enough that I KNOW it’s the real deal. I start timing them and realize they are already 5 minutes apart.
By 2:30 am I tell my husband to start getting ready and that we should go to the hospital. Just about everything is packed and ready, as it has been for weeks (like the over organized and over prepared person that I am), but we still have to get together a few last minute things. I also try my best to go to the bathroom before we leave, in hopes that I won’t spontaneously go while I am pushing out this baby. Let me just say, pooping through a contraction is no easy task!
OFF WE GO!
My contractions are getting stronger. The bumps on the road on the car ride to the hospital were not helping the situation either. At least it was a calm warm night (or early morning I guess), and the roads were quiet.
This is when it hit me. Our baby is coming. I can do this!
We arrive at the hospital just after 3:00 am. I am set up in triage to be assessed, and the nurse tells me that I am 3 cm dilated. She mentions that usually with first time mamas, labour progresses at about 1 cm an hour. When she leaves the room, I turn to my husband (who is now timing my contractions for me at 2 minutes apart) and I tell him that I have no idea how on earth I am going to do this for another 7 hours.
I am in triage for almost an hour being monitored. My water has completely broke by this point, and I am now sitting in a gown in a puddle. The pain is getting much more intense with hardly any breaks between contractions. The nurse asks me what my plan is for pain medication, and I tell her that I would ideally like to do things as naturally as possible. I did however, ask her what the cut off was for an epidural. She said that as long as I could sit still for a minute or two I could still get one. That’s when I knew it wasn’t going to be an option for me. I am already wiggling around like crazy through each contraction.
I HAD IDEAS OF HOW I WANTED MY BIRTH EXPERIENCE TO GO, BUT I CHOSE NOT TO HAVE A BIRTH PLAN SIMPLY BECAUSE I KNEW THAT MY BIRTH EXPERIENCE WOULD NEVER GO ACCORDING TO PLAN.
The nurse slaps a bracelet on my wrist, admits me, and at 4:10 am we are moving to a labour and delivery room. I am in agony at this point. She brings me a birthing ball to use, but after a few minutes of sitting on the ball and a few minutes of leaning on my husband through contractions, I need to lay down in the bed. All I keep thinking is that this is happening way faster than I had expected, and that there was no way I could do this. WHY WOULD ANYONE EVER DO THIS MORE THAN ONCE?!
The nurse came to check me again and I am now at 6 cm. She tells me to buzz her if I need anything. Not long after she leaves the room I feel like I need to push. I buzz her in and she checks me again. I am at 8 cm. She offers me nitrous oxide to breath in to help take the edge off, which I very gladly took. It does absolutely nothing for me. No edge is taken off whatsoever, but I try to convince myself that it is helping. At this point I feel close to death, ready to give up, and I am making what I can only describe as very animal like grunting sounds. She leaves the room again and I look at my husband and I tell him that this baby is coming. I buzz her back in and tell her I can’t wait any longer. I felt this baby’s head making its way down and there was no stopping it. She checks me one more time. I am 10 cm and ready to go.
TIME TO PUSH!
It’s 6:58 am and I push for the first time. I push with everything in me, and my pre-bathroom run at the house before we had left was all for nothing. It’s amazing how concerned I was beforehand about pooping during delivery, and yet in that moment it was the least of my worries.
My husband is holding one leg and the nurse is holding the other. I push again. Up until this point things are going as well as they can be. Then she tells us that the baby’s heart rate is dropping and she calls in the doctor.
Within seconds it went from just the three of us in the room to about 6 or 7 people.
All I remember is hearing the doctor ask for a local anesthetic. Before I can process what is going on I am pricked with a needle and then begin to hear a very unpleasant cutting sound. Due to the fact that the baby’s heart rate had dropped and they needed him out fast, I had to have an episiotomy. The doctor also did a vacuum extraction to assist the baby out as I pushed.
A quick 12 minutes into pushing and our baby boy is here! They have to quickly cut the cord as it is wrapped around his neck. Ideally I would have loved to delay the cutting, but again, things don’t always go according to plan. He also isn’t placed on my chest immediately. It’s a few minutes while they check him over to make sure he is okay before they bring him to me. But boy is he worth the wait! I had questioned earlier, while in the worst of the pain, why anyone would ever do this again. Now I knew why. This perfect baby boy, who we instantly fell in love with more than words can ever describe was finally here and we felt all of the emotions you could possibly feel. It is overwhelming to say the least. We are so in love <3
Jacob David Amedeo Chaulk
Born on May 27, 2017 at 7:10 am (4 days before due date)
Weighing 6lb 14oz and measuring 19.3 in long.