As promised, here is the story of Wyatt Fitz Vesterdahl's birth! I know this has taken me a bit to write but adjusting to life as a new mom is definitely no joke. I know medical decisions around labor and delivery can be a hotbed of opinion so I'm gonna say this once and once only....If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. Haterade won't be tolerated. Matt and I both made decisions based on what we felt was best and we ask that you respect that. I know my readers are totally amazing so I doubt there will be any problems...but it just needed to be said. Oh and "advice" disguised as disapproval and judgment will be deleted as well....OK enough of that and on to the good stuff!
The day I went into labor started out just like any other day at that point...I woke up and did a quick scan to see how I felt while wondering if today would be the day that everything changed for us. I didn't suspect that I would go into labor because there were ZERO signs of contractions until mid morning. Even with contractions coming randomly all morning long, I didn't want to get my hopes up that I was actually going into labor.
To keep things moving, I decided to go and meet my mom and grandma at a local mall to walk around. Walking was supposed to help labor so I figured "what the heck...it will only help things." Since I had been having random contractions all morning, I had told Matt and he was well aware of the potential for labor. Off I went to the mall around 12:30 and ended up walking around with my mom and grandma for about an hour and a half. Even while we were walking, they both remained blissfully unaware that I was having contractions because I didn't want to get their hopes up if this wasn't the real thing. Matt, on the other hand, was anxiously texting me every two minutes (ok ok maybe it was every 5) to see if I was still having contractions. At this point, the contractions were still random and there wasn't any regularity to them at all...not to mention that they weren't very painful.
Once I got home, I noticed that the contractions had stopped and was disappointed...however, after a good long nap, the contractions kicked back up again around 5pm. At this point, Matt was home and it was starting to set in that we were actually going to be meeting out little guy soon! I settled in and ate a gourmet dinner (ok more like quick dinner) of gluten free chicken noodle soup and crackers as we watched the Angel game. Around 8pm the contractions started becoming regular and we started timing them at around 7-8 minutes apart.
At that point, I knew I was definitely in labor and wanted to help things along so I commenced pacing around our living room and walking up and down our stairs. When we finally went upstairs to lay in bed around 10pm, I found that I couldn't lay down and commenced walking around our bedroom and the hallway. The dogs (especially Winnie) watched anxiously as I paced around. By this point, I had texted my mom and sister to let them know I was in labor and I knew all everyone was anxiously waiting the trip to the hospital.
By 11:30pm Matt finally convinced me to go to the hospital because the contractions had been regularly around 5-7 minutes apart for over 2 hours. I wanted to stay at home as long as possible because my worst fear was getting to the hospital and being sent home!
After being wheeled to my room in a pink wheelchair (yes I thoroughly loved that it was pink), I was starting to feel a good amount of pain. When they asked if I wanted pain relief, I was like "HECK YES!" The anesthesiologist finally came around 30 minutes later and in went the epidural. I laid on my side and happily awaited pain relief but as the minutes ticked by and nothing happened, I started to panic....No way had I planned on doing this au natural! Since the first epidural didn't work, the doctor came back to try again. By this point I was a bit inconsolable because of the pain and this time the epidural HURT....like screaming hurt (sorry for those of you who haven't had children yet). Matt was a total rockstar and was able to calm me down so he could place the new epidural.
Thank goodness this time it worked! I thought it was the weirdest thing feeling the numbness but at that point I was so damn grateful for pain relief. We all settled in (I had my mom and Matt in the room with me) and attempted to get some sleep. About an hour in to my blissful relief, the nurse noticed that my contractions had actually gotten longer apart instead of closer together and we opted to do a small dose of pitocin to make sure that labor progressed and there was no stress on the baby. Let me tell you something...that stuff worked for me big time...but more on that in a sec.
Now, around an hour and a half into pain relief I noticed that I was feeling more contractions and definitely more pain than I had been. However, my people pleasing nature got the best of me and I chose not to say anything until the nurse came back. Well that was a BIG mistake on my part....why? Because they had let the epidural medication run completely out....and you know what that means....within about fifteen minutes all of my pain relief was gone and I was feeling the worst part of labor. To say it sucked is an understatement....
By this point, my nurse was scrambling to get the pain med and I was not a happy camper...not to mention, I had dilated a bunch and baby was coming soon. After what seemed like an hour, the day shift anesthesiologist came in with a big syringe and shot me up with the medication.....ahhhh sweet relief....
However, that relief was short lived because our little man was tired of waiting and was ready to go already.....I notified the nurse and she was shocked at how fast I was progressing. She called in the doctor and they had to break my water. This is also when I found out that my lovely child was facing up and apparently this makes labor even more painful...hooray...lucky me (cue the eye roll).
A short time later, the nurse came back and had me do some practice pushes....however upon the last one, she told me to stop because baby boy was coming. I found it slightly hilarious that she rushed out to go get the doctor because I had been telling her for the past 20 minutes that he was coming. Once the doctor came in it was go time. It only took three rounds of pushing and our little man was born at 10:34am at 7lbs 1oz and a healthy set of lungs.
I remember thinking...what do I do with this squirming bundle they are handing me...but luckily he eventually snuggled right in and went to sleep. Once we got up to my recovery room on the mother/baby unit, I ordered a gourmet meal of hospital food...by that point everyone was exhausted because we had been up for over 24 hours. I was only in the hospital for another day and a half and little man was healthy as can be (thank goodness!). While it definitely was not an easy journey, I learned some lessons along the way and am so grateful for the healthy bundle of joy we now have in our family.
So that's my story. I tried to leave some of the TMI stuff out but I will say that it was definitely a humbling experience. In the end, it's not something I would choose to do every year but it definitely gives you a great gift at the end.
P.S. It was the weirdest thing driving home and having a newborn in the car with you....it's like...wait...oh ya...that's ours!