July 30, 2014

Baby G’s Birth Story: The Highlight Reel

(there’s not actually any video, don’t worry)

I thought I’d copy Melissa’s style and go with a bullet-pointed highlight list. You know how I love my bullet points. I think it’ll save me going into too much detail – the internet is forever, kids! I don’t want to scar Baby G at some point in the future if she ever runs across this.
Also with some hospital pictures I haven’t shared on here before.


  • Baby G came into the world unexpectedly, after a completely uncomplicated pregnancy, at 36 weeks. Completely blind-sided us. See, I had a “birth plan,” so to speak. I was supposed to be induced at 39 weeks, an arrangement agreed upon by my OB and my cardiologist. I was also told I would not be “allowed” to push for more than 2 hours (gee, thanks!) and the word “forceps” came up. I really, really hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
  • All that weekend I had been feeling "off." Wonderful friends had given us a baby shower that Saturday, and I woke up the most bloated and tired I had been all pregnancy. Monday night, I took a long bath and SoldierMan and I laughed about how we needed to start our Pre-Baby Bucket List now that we were in the Red Zone. Specifically, which movies we were going to see and which restaurants we were going to hit up before we were +1. I also thought it might be a good idea to start making the list for my hospital bag.
  • My water broke in the middle of the night that night. Yet another example of how grossly unprepared I was – I had so set my mind on the scheduled induction that I never really researched the whole “going into labor naturally” thing. Didn’t even cross my mind that it was a possibility. So when it actually happened, I thought something was horribly, horribly wrong with Baby G. (And in my defense, going into labor at 36 weeks isn’t exactly recommended.) For the sake of protecting the guilty I won't say exactly how fast SoldierMan drove to the hospital. But really, you hardly even felt it. We have a great car.
  • There was so much providence in Baby G coming early, though. For example, getting to the hospital at 3:00 am meant we were literally the only family in L&D. Also, my OB just happened to be OB on shift that night, so she was already there when we arrived. She had the wonderful job of meeting our “deer-in-headlights” looks when she came into the room and SoldierMan said, “So, it’s Baby Day?” “Yes! It’s Baby Day!
  • Here’s the epidural story (this part is long) - By the time we had gotten to the hospital, I was already dilated to a 2. When we got to the delivery room, and by the time the anesthesiologist got there, I was a 4. She asked me what I wanted to do as far as pain management. I asked her what my options were. Apparently you can go one of two ways: IV sedation, or epidural. With the IV sedation, she explained, yes it's less invasive, but it's not an actual pain killer. It's a sedative that basically helps you sleep between contractions and takes some of the edge off of the contractions. But, while you're conscious, you are mobile. For actual pain killing, you have to do the full epidural, which of course means no load-bearing legs. She also was great about explaining in detail what was involved with administering the epidural, which made it much less intimidating.
    At first I thought I'd want to do the IV sedation. But then I asked myself, where did I think I'd be running to? So I said, go ahead, bring on the epidural! And she said she'd go down and order the meds and paperwork and be back. "You know, you're doing really good. Usually by the time women talk to me, they're screaming and cussing and throwing things." And she left. When she finally came back, something like an half an hour later (Army hospital regulations were working against me), I was screaming. Things like, “WHY IN THE FREAKING HECK WOULD ANYONE EVER DO THIS BY CHOICE.” In fact, I’m sure those were the only words I was capable of articulating. I was a miserable 8 with contractions coming hard and fast, less than every 2 minutes.
    Here's the thing about an epidural that maybe no one has told you: the success of it depends on a few factors – obviously, the skill of the anesthesiologist, but also how well your body tolerates anesthesia generally, and how well YOU cooperate with the anesthesiologist. In order for the epidural to hit the exact right nerve bundle it needs to, I had to remain completely still while she was threading the needle into my back. Even during the mind-breaking contractions. (Thankfully, she had explained this to me earlier, when I was more lucid and less resembling a foaling nag.) I couldn't have managed it without SoldierMan. He held my head and reminded me to be still and breathe, and basically became my center.
    And yes, when the anesthesiologist inserted the tube for the epidural, it bit like a mother. But it only lasted a moment, about like getting your ears pierced. Then she inserted the hair-like needle which actually administered the anesthesia, and within moments the contractions didn't feel like they would break my back. Within minutes, the pain was gone. It was glorious.
    Get the freaking epidural.
  • The epidural didn’t slow my contractions at all (I was already pretty far along though) and I still felt everything, just without pain. So the OB basically told me to lead her on the pushing, which I appreciated. I’d push whenever a contraction hit, and then it would pass, and we’d spend a minute or two awkwardly not making eye contact with the OB, the two nurses at my bedside, and the neonatal team huddled in the corner of the room (about 7 additional people). Pushing was a total of about 30 minutes. Not bad, really.
  • During a lot of this, when he wasn’t supporting me – literally supporting me, holding me up, letting me squeeze his hand, reminding me to breathe – SoldierMan was texting the family to let them know we were having a surprise delivery. Finally at one point, the OB said, “Okay Daddy, come here and hold this.” He said, “Okay,” and without looking up from his phone, walked over. He raised his hands before his eyes, and she plopped my limp leg into his hands. He didn’t stay there long. :)
  • 7:43 am, the moment Baby G was born, I mean the instant open air hit her face, was the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced. The euphoria was intense. Immediately I began looking around for the person holding up their hand to give me a high five -- because, why wouldn't they? I crossed the finish line. I nailed the landing. It was time to unroll the flag above my head and play the national anthem. (I'm only slightly exaggerating.) To my disappointment, not a single nurse was waiting to slap me five and give me a pat on the back. They all had other things to do, apparently. And SoldierMan was crying, so that was out.
  • Oh, the stats – 7:43 am, 6 lb 6 oz, 20 in, 5.5 hours of labor exactly from water breaking to baby cry.
  • They set Baby G on my stomach to do the initial “look her over” exam, but almost immediately she was whisked away by the neonatal crew and I didn’t see her again for a few hours. SoldierMan, of course, followed her to the Special Care nursery and basically ran back and forth between us until we were allowed to go see her.
  • After she was born, she was kept in the Special Care nursery (a streamlined NICU) for several days. They also kept me for just as long. A little bit after she was born, a couple of hours maybe, the nurse came by to help me “walk off” the epidural. I wasn’t too sure about this, but she insisted it was time, and anyway they needed the room. *eyeroll* Big mistake. The rush of standing up and just walking across the room made me black out. The first time in my life I have ever fainted. It was very annoying. After that she let me stay in the delivery room as long as I wanted.
    Because of this, and compounded by the fact I was a heart patient, I got to stay almost a week to recover. The fact that this isn’t standard practice galls me. Those 5 days were miserable, aside from the fact that I had nurses bringing me pain meds 3 times a day to get me through, making sitz baths for me, basically just getting really taken care of. I can’t imagine just going home the next day to tough it out. I really can’t imagine doing that as a single or teenage mom. That’s just inhumane, in my opinion.
    There, soapbox moment over
  • Oh, unfortunately, because everything happened so fast in the middle of the night, the photographer I had hired to do hospital pictures didn’t make it. I felt only a little bad about this – she had a 4 month old herself, and her husband was in the field that week (of course!) But bless her heart, she still came when she could, just too late. So she swapped us for those awesome newborn pics I posted a few weeks ago. I’m fine with the tradeoff, especially since the pictures I wanted were of us seeing her for the first time, holding her for the first time, and thanks to the special care team, none of that really went normally. We still got plenty of cell phone pictures that have since printed very nicely for the baby book.
  • Baby G got a thorough working over. She was on a CPAP machine for a couple of days, a feeding tube for a good day (maybe 2? It’s all a blur), got the special light bulbs, an echocardiogram. Basically they made sure she was absolutely perfect before letting her come into our room. We were allowed to visit her once every 3 hours, to feed, change, and hold her (after the 2nd day). Finally, on Friday, they had taken her off all the health assistants, she was in our room!10431562_10100921117200981_5578269848741010216_n
  • At this hospital, first-time parents are required to do a 24-hour room-in with their baby before going home. So we had our last night in the hospital and went home the next morning (an adventure story for another post).


And there you have it: the nitty non-gritty version (best I could) story of Baby G’s arrival. If you have more detailed questions, feel free to ask (as long as your reply-to email is set, so I can actually, you know, reply).

Truthfully, we couldn’t have planned it better – and we tried! For being 4 weeks early, she was at a very healthy weight. For nearly the entirety of her stay, she had the neonatal team exclusively to herself. My OB was the one on-shift, so I didn’t have to throw a fit for them to call her rather than take whoever was there. The nurses I had were fantastic. My parents, who had some sort of premonition the night before, practically had their bags packed when SoldierMan called them and were there that afternoon, and were able to stay at our house and take care of the dogs so that both of us could be at the hospital with Baby G 24/7.

Providence, I tell ya.

**EDITED to add: I had Baby G at the Army hospital here. And while I know my story isn’t the same as anyone else’s story, and historically I have been no fan of Army medicine, I would like to give credit where it is due. My OB was wonderful, my nurses (other than the one who was something of a tyrant and caused me to black out) and the nurses who took care of Baby G were amazing, and even the food was good. There are plenty of horror stories coming out of Army hospitals. Mine isn’t one of them. The worst I can say is that they woke me up at 6:00 every morning to take my pain medication. I felt like we were genuinely cared for and very well taken care of.


  1. Of course baby comes when you're wanting to do things on the before baby bucket list! Haha That sounds like something that would happen to me. This is a great story!

    Sunflowers & Love

  2. Oh, I am so glad everything went well. And I'm a little jealous that the whole event was as quick as it was (not that it felt quick for you when you were living it...ha ha.)

    I should really get around to writing my story. Even if just to memorialize it.

  3. Such a great story! And I, at least, appreciate the non-gritty version. I have 3 sisters who have all had babies, so yeah.

    And she is beautifully adorable!

  4. Awww. What a wonderful story. Beautiful family.

  5. What a lovely story! I am glad everything went pretty smoothly for you all. Baby G is really beautiful.

  6. Such a great post! Thank you for sharing. :)

  7. I find it so amusing that we had the opposite expectations for birth, but ended up getting the opposite. I didn't want an induction, but that's what you were expecting. You went into labor naturally and that's what I expected. Funny how that works! I'm shocked that you were at an 8 before you got your epidural. I cannot even imagine! Oh the pain! Glad Baby G is doing just fine even though she came a little bit early.

  8. What a great story! Glad it worked out.

  9. I'm just now reading this, thanks to Jessica's link-up!! So funny how birth works out, and how different it can be with different babies/people! I got an epidural with C (which I didn't even feel because my contractions were so intense), but waited until I was like a 7-8. Aaaaand with Millie, I walked in to the hospital (after laboring most of the night) at a 7. I actually found it much easier to tolerate with her. And geez, by the time you're a 7-8, you're almost done! Though, looking back I have irregular contractions. With Millie, they went from every 5-10 mins (even at a 7!) from back to back and ready to push! I think I prefer it that way, though. Makes it go by quickly. ;)

    Anyway! Seems like things went perfectly, if not according to YOUR plan. :) :)


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