It’s crazy how different and unique every birth is in its own way. Today I was reading about Kail Lowrys recent birth and I just felt like reliving my birth stories. 😜 They’re both totally different from one another, I don’t even know what I should expect if we have a third!
I’m going to break it down into two different blog posts. First up Elianne Nicole –
With Ellie I had been measuring 2 weeks ahead since around 30 weeks pregnant, I had no symptoms of pregnancy until the end when I swelled up like a balloon. By the end I had gained well over 60 pounds. 😞. I remember during my commute to and from work I would just sit there and talk to her in my belly. Ask her to make this whole birth thing fast and easy and tell her how nervous I was for birth but how excited I was to meet her. How I wondered what she would look like… based on our 38 week ultrasound (she was measuring 40 weeks so they wanted to make sure she was ok in there) we were sure she was her daddies mini, she had the Wendt nose for sure.
I remember walking the mall every lunch break because I was so done with being pregnant but Devin was adamant that she wait until Septmeber because his birthday is September 4th and he wanted a birthday buddy. Apparently she wanted that too because here it was Septmeber and I was still pregnant.
Devin woke me up in a panic asking if I peed the bed! Yes he legit asked me that … I honestly was going to smell it because I wasn’t sure, instead when I stood up and more water gushed out of me I knew my water had broken. It was 10:30 PM Septmeber 1st, we had literally been sleeping maybe an hour and Ellie wasn’t due for another 2 weeks, we were shocked. I called labor and delivery because I’m a first time mom I have no idea what to expect. They asked if I was having contractions… nope just fluid gushing everywhere. She told me not to worry, don’t rush I probably had plenty of time. Cool. So I decided I’m going to shower, shave my legs ya know get ready for the big show. All while Devin is layering towels on the passenger seat in his truck. 😂 We text/call everyone to let them know and to have my sister in law meet us at the hospital, I don’t even think she’d been to sleep yet that night.
An hour later we’re in the truck driving to Mankato joking about how insane this is and that I’m not having any contractions. I joked about what if I was some weird person who just can’t feel them? Ya right my husband says that’s crazy. (Remember this when we get to Milas birth story, it’s important).
We’re at the hospital, filling out paperwork blah blah blah. They weigh me, start the IV and check me. I was 5 cm dilated. Cool! They hook me up to the monitors and it’s going all nuts I’m having consistent contractions but I’m not in any pain. They kept asking me if I could feel them. Nope. I literally couldn’t feel a thing. A few hours later they’re convincing me I should get pitocin to speed this up because I wasn’t progressing fast enough. 😩 Big mistake HUGE. They start me on pitocin and by 5 AM my contractions are getting painful – my husband is doing this thing where he squeezed my hips together – something we learned in a birthing class. Y’all that combined with Panaway essential oil kept me sane and comfortable until about 7AM when I was 8cm dilated. I begged for the epidural. I lashed out at the nurses wanting them to turn the pitocin down or off anything to make it stop. They aren’t supposed to give epidurals at 8cm they say, but they do it anyway. Folks that shit hurt worse than labor no lie. By about 8AM the epi is working its magic and I’m taking a snooze since ya know we hadn’t slept in over 24 hours at this point. I wake up around 9 asking for them to check me because the pressure was insane and I felt like I needed to poop so with everything I had read this meant it was time to push.
Sure enough I was 10CM dilated. It was finally time to push. By this time my epi was wearing off and I could feel everything which wasn’t a terrible thing because then I could feel my contractions and I could tell when I should push, right? Whatever that didn’t help because I still pushed for AN HOUR. Right when I feel so defeated and past my breaking point she finally, just after 10AM on Septmeber 2nd 2015, came screaming into this world and she didn’t stop screaming until Devin held her. 😍 She was a daddies girl from day 1.
* I’m so huge in this picture I was over 200 pounds but I’m not ashamed of this, this was our first family picture and I’m so in love with how amazing our bodies are with all the changes we put them through.
Stay tuned for Miss Milas birth story 🙂 that ones crazy all in its own way.