I can’t believe it’s been almost three months since Max was born! For those of you that weren’t able to visit right away, I wanted to share Max’s birth story. We’ve been busy so I haven’t had much time to get around to it, but I typed this up today and even ordered some pictures so I can actually start on his baby book! Better late than never, right? #momfail
Let me just start by saying I’m a planner. Surprisingly though, I wanted to wait until our baby’s birth to find out the sex. I also didn’t want to make too much of a plan for my labor, other than trying to do everything as natural as possible. Everyone told me “if you have a plan it will go the opposite way” and “you can’t plan these types of things”…so I typed up my wishes and deftly titled the document “Birth Preferences” hoping that things would go my way. Surprise, surprise…they didn’t.
I went to my 39 week checkup and the doctor noticed that my blood pressure had jumped from the previous week. I wasn’t in the range for pre-eclampsia (yet) but my BP numbers were high for me and had significantly increased within a week. She hooked me up to the fetal monitor and even though things looked good and healthy with the baby, she recommended that we go straight to the hospital for induction. The baby was already full term and that way we wouldn’t need to worry and monitor me for another week or until I went into labor naturally.
We made a quick pit stop at home to grab our bags (it was close to the doctor’s office so we went straight to the hospital…kind of?), made arrangements for our dog to be picked up from daycare that night, and my husband tried to reassure me that this was the right thing to do even though it was not in my “all natural” plan.
We arrived at the hospital around 11:30am, were settled in our L&D room and hooked up to the blood pressure monitor by 12:30pm, and started on pitocin at 1:30pm. My contractions were 2 minutes apart from the get go, but it didn’t feel like “labor” to me, so the nurse turned up the dosage. At 2:30pm the in-house doctor broke my water to speed things up, and a while later the nurse turned up the pitocin again so I could actually “feel” like I was in labor.
Around 3:30pm I could actually feel it. Contractions were still 2 minutes apart and I began breathing through them to help with the pain. Since they were worried about my blood pressure, I wasn’t able to get out of the bed and change laboring positions, and Garrett wasn’t really able to massage me or help in any of the ways we’d learned in our all-natural birthing class. Birth “preferences” –> out the window. To be honest, it didn’t bother me…it was happening whether I liked it or not and I was ready to meet our little baby no matter how we got there.
Around 7pm my contractions were on top of each other and pretty dang bad. There was no resting – not even 1 minute between contractions. The next one was starting before the previous one even came down. At that point I decided to ask for an epidural and that the nurses turn the pitocin down (pretty please). Shift change happened at 7pm, so lucky me, I didn’t get the epidural until 8:30pm. Thankfully the nurses turned the pitocin completely off before they ended their shift, but my contractions were still 1 minute apart on my own.
At 9:30pm the nurses came to check on me – “ok! you’re complete!” “Complete with what?” I asked. “You’re 10 centimeters and ready to push!” So we started pushing! Two hours later and Garrett was yelling “it’s a BOY!” Garrett and I both thought we were going to have a girl so we were completely shocked.
At 11:34pm on May 10, 2017, Maximus Leroy Gosh came screaming into the world, weighing 7 pounds 6 ounces and measuring 20 inches long. Under 12 hours of labor and he came out an absolutely perfect human. To say I’m obsessed is an understatement. And I couldn’t have planned it any better myself.
To see what we’ve been up to since sweet Max has come home, check out his nursery reveal.