Sixteenth months later and I’m just now getting to blogging my birth story. Better late than never, am I right?! Birth stories are seriously so cool to me because every single one is so different. I feel like mine is a little crazy, but I have nothing to really compare it to so I’ll let you guys decide.

So this may be a little TMI, but just bear with me. I thought maybe my water broke on Monday, Oct 1st so I went to the doctor and they said nope and that I should come back tomorrow for my 39 week appointment. (I’m sure you’re like wouldn’t you know if it broke or not? And the answer is no because all kinds of weird things happen to your body doing pregnancy). So I went back on Tuesday and they said there wasn’t much progress that had been made and I probably at least had a week left. I was sooooooo mad! I just wanted him to be here and I was four days away from my due date.

I left my appointment and went home and again started feeling like my water had broke, but surely since I had just been at the doctor, that wasn’t the case. So I took a nap and decided if I still felt that way when I woke up, I’d think about going to the doctor. Well I woke up from my nap and decided that just to be safe I would go to the hospital to check since the doctor already closed for the day. Trey’s parents were coming over so I told him just to stay home and wait for them and I would probably be back in a little while. Spoiler alert: I was not back in a little while.

I went to the hospital, told them what was going on. They checked and confirmed that my water had broken and I should call my husband to come up. I was like. WHAT? ARE YOU SURE?! So I called Trey and he was just as shocked as I was. I started telling him where all the hospital stuff was so he could bring all of the things with him and him and my mom met me at the hospital. At that point, I wasn’t having contractions and was just excited that it was FINALLY happening.

The doctor came in and told us that if I didn’t start having contractions by midnight we could start the induction process because once your water breaks you need to have the baby within a certain time frame so neither of you get an infection. He said we could go ahead and do it then or I could try and rest before the induction process. So I chose rest of course. Or at least that was what I wanted to do, but Forrest had different plans.

I got up to go to the bathroom shortly after the doctor came in to talk to us and on my way back to the bed three nurses and the doctor charge in and start flipping me around. I had absolutely no clue what was going on. Finally, they told me Forrest’s heart rate had went down super low and he wasn’t breathing for a second and they had to get it back to normal. You best believe I did NOT sleep one bit at that point. I said go ahead and induce me so we can get him out as soon as possible! I also obsessed about looking at his heart rate and pushed the nurse button approximately 300 times to let them know when it looked like it was decreasing and each time they ensured me they were constantly monitoring it and he was fine. I’m sure I was not their favorite patient.

Shortly after pitocin, the contractions got super strong and painful. I tried to go without and epidural and I managed to make it to 4 hours, but then I begged for an anesthesiologist to come in and save me. Once I got the epidural, I was feeling pretty great. Until it wore off. And I kept throwing up. Apparently throwing up helps you progress in labor, but not in a fun way. In the midst of contractions and throwing up, my doctor came in to give me more bad news. Like CAN WE CATCH A BREAK?! She said that Forrest had passed meconium while still in the womb (if you’re not sure what they is…just google it lol) and that they would have to have the NICU team present when It was time to deliver. She said it happens all the time and that he would most likely be fine, but of course I started freaking out again. I felt so helpless and just wanted to see him and make sure he was safe.

Hours had passed and the pain was getting worse and I felt like giving up, but finally my nurse said it was time to push and my adrenaline kicked in and I was ready. I thought, just a little pushing and he will be in my arms. Man, if only! I pushed for THREE, yes THREE hours. I puked, I cried, I pushed, and gave it my all, but my sweet Forrest had managed to get stuck in the birth canal. My doctor asked if I wanted to try a little longer and I laughed at her. “NO!” I said. I told her I refused to push any longer and that she needed to figure out a new way to get him out. I feel bad now about how sassy I was being. She told me we could do a c section and I told her thank you.

They wheeled me to the operating room and Trey had to get prepped to come in so it was the first time we were separated. I was so scared and tired and just wanted to sleep. They gave me the medicine to numb me for the surgery and I thought I was going to pass out or maybe die. I kept mouthing “I am dying” to the nurse and she kept reassuring me that I was fine. Trey said my eyes kept rolling back in my head and that he was super freaked out, but he never showed it.

I only remember bits and pieces throughout the surgery, but here are some things I remember. Dr. Grey came in and all I could say is “It’s like Grey’s anatomy.” LOL. I kept puking throughout the c section. They gave trey one of those suction tubes (like the ones the dentist uses to suck out of your mouth). I just threw up all over and around it. They finally gave us a bucket. I remember them saying “Ah the baby is here and he is just looking around.” I waited for probably 30 seconds, but it felt like a year to hear him cry and when he did, both Trey and I started crying. I told him “We made a human. I can’t believe it. He’s okay. He is crying.” After them bringing him over to us and letting us see him. Trey left with the nurses to weigh and measure him. I must have passed out because I don’t remember anything else until waking up in the recovery room and them putting Forrest on my chest for the first time. He had apparently been making moaning sounds (they never explained why), but he stopped as soon as he laid on my chest. It was an instant connection. The bond I feel between him and I is indescribable and I will always love him like no other. Hope y’all enjoyed this birth story. It’s so fun to relive that day through pictures. I am so so thankful we decided to have someone there to document the best and hardest day of our lives.

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