Like…a REALLY tired mom!
So here we go! Baby Chanel is now 2 weeks and 2 days old. It’s true when they say they grow up fast- time is flying by! But it’s also going really slow…this whole mom thing is NOT easy. I’m exhausted! Between feeding issues and a very gassy baby, I’m honestly surprised I’ve found the time and motivation to write.
But before I get into my new, tired life as a mother, I need to share my birth story.
Chanel was due to be born on August 24th, my mom’s birthday. I wanted SO badly for her to be born that day! I mean how cool would it be to share her grandma’s birthday? But! She decided to be stubborn… REALLY stubborn. And I was hot. I was tired of being pregnant, and the heat was seriously not helping. I tried everything to get her out and I mean EVERYTHING. Every old wives tale, every trick in the book. She just really did not want to come out!
As the 42 week mark drew closer, my midwives took more action. They had a few more tricks up their sleeve to try to jump start my labor… On Monday September 4th, one week and 4 days overdue, my labor finally started. I was having strong painful contractions about 4 minutes apart for a few hours. This was the real deal! I couldn’t believe how horribly painful it was, I was in so much pain I threw up! So we went to the birth center where I planned to give birth. Here’s where things got weird. After about an hour after we got there, everything stopped. Like, COMPLETELY stopped. And I know many women have false labor and get sent home all the time…but…I was dilated to a 6! We walked and walked, and walked stairs and I bounced on a ball to try to get it started back up. Nope. Chanel just wanted to stay in there a bit longer. My midwife sent us home to get some rest, telling us confidently that she was sure she would be seeing us by morning…
I woke up on Tuesday September 5th, still very very pregnant. So I drank the strange labor-inducing concoction that my midwife gave me, which was supposed to start labor within 2-5 hours of drinking. After well past 5 hours, still nothing. I didn’t even feel slightly crampy. So Derek and I decided to walk 3 miles, up and down our driveway 3 times. I didn’t tell anyone, ’cause I didn’t want to jinx it, that I was definitely starting to feel light contractions starting again.
After our walk, we drove back to the birth center to pick up another dose of the fancy labor smoothie which I drank right then and there. Then we drove to my parents to have dinner. By this point I was sure I was going to be heading to the birth center again soon. Derek and I got home that evening around 9pm. I went straight to my ball and started bouncing, then getting up during contractions. I did this for about an hour and a half and that’s when the REAL contractions started again.
At 11pm we called the midwife to let her know I was in labor and we would be heading in in a few hours. One hour later, she called us for an update and we told her we would wait one more hour before leaving. Half an hour later, I was in too much pain and told Derek, “It’s time to go!” We arrived at the birth center around 1am on September 6th. The lights were low and the bath was ready so I got in. I was in and out of the tub for the next hour, trying to find comfort through the contractions. I vomited once more and was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open. At 3am, my midwife checked my progress again. The baby’s head was too high and wasn’t applying pressure to my cervix. I was still between a 6 and 7. This worried her and she suggested that we transfer to the hospital where they would give me an epidural so I could get some rest. I did not want to have my baby at the hospital, but I knew my midwives know what they are doing and that I should listen. So we went to the hospital.
When we got there, they gave me the epidural and I tried to get some rest. The epidural didn’t totally work at first. It numbed all the right places aside from one, right at the top of my left leg. So I had to wait for a while before that finally started to work, which wasn’t until after they broke my water at 7am. Then I finally got a little rest.
At 10:30 am, I was fully dilated and ready to push. They gave me a popsicle and got everyone ready. I couldn’t feel my legs so a student nurse held one of my legs and my mom held the other while Derek put his hand behind my neck to help support it while I pushed. It was strange. The contractions and pushing didn’t hurt at all because of the epidural, but I could feel both. I never felt the urge to push like most moms do either. I felt her head get further and further down. Then the nurse went to get my doctor. The doctor came in, along with 2 other doctors from the NICU. When they had broken my water, there were traces of meconium in it, so they needed the NICU there just in case she needed to be revived.
On my last contraction, I knew she was right there and if I pushed hard enough, she would be born. I pushed as hard as I could and even yelled when I felt her come out. I pushed one more time as the doctor pulled the rest of her body out. She had the cord around her neck and was stunned so the doctor quickly passed her to the NICU. They cleaned her airways and got her crying within seconds and layed her on my chest.
Chanel Iris Mae Welton was finally born on September 6th at 11:40am weighing 9 pounds and 8 ounces. She was so beautiful. I cried and fell in love with her the second I saw her. She was perfect.
During delivery, I lost a lot of blood due to Chanel’s size so they had to give me pitocin to stop me from hemorrhaging. That night, I was feeling weak and started hemorrhaging again and lost even more blood. They had to give me more pitocin since my uterus wasn’t contracting on its own. The drug started the contractions and since I no longer had the epidural, I was in pain until it wore off again. I didn’t get any sleep that night thanks to the painful contractions and the nurses checking on me every hour, jabbing their fingers into my belly button to check if my uterus was doing what it was supposed to. It hurt worse than giving birth and each time they checked me, it hurt even more than the time before.
From the very beginning of my pregnancy, I knew I wanted more than anything to have my baby at the birth center. I did NOT want to have her at the hospital. I was disappointed when we had to transfer, but I trusted my midwife’s knowledge and she made a very good call by suggesting we transfer. She was able to recognize the signs that we would need to be there and would need a little extra help. Due to the complications we had, I don’t know if my sweet baby girl or I would have made it without the extra medical attention. It was a blessing that we were at the hospital, even though it wasn’t what I had originally wanted or planned for. The most important thing is that my beautiful daughter was born healthy and strong, and that is exactly what she is!