I am not sure if I have ever written down the story of the day Noah was born so I thought I would take the time.
Noah was born on a Friday afternoon. I had my 38 week checkup that morning and the doctor exclaimed, "Megan, you are dilated to a 5 and a half and 80% effaced. How are you still pregnant?" I told her I felt fine. She replied that she was worried that I wouldn't make it to the hospital when I did go into labor and then said, "How do you feel about having a baby today?" To which we replied, FINALLY!
We were told to go home and get our hospital bags and check in. She would phone ahead and let them know that I was coming and they would get me started. Okay. So we went home, I had a little bowl of cereal, and did the dishes. Very surreal thinking, I am having a baby (hopefully) today. We left for the hospital around 11 and got checked in. To be honest, the admissions process was a little lengthy and I don't know how I would have felt if they would have made me go through that in the throes of labor.
We got assigned to a room with a tub so I could relax and then I was hooked up to all the monitors and machinery. Then, I was started on my IV and Pitocin. I hadn't realized that I had to have Pitocin to have the baby. I was hoping they would just break my water or strip my membranes. Not so. I was put on Pitocin about 1:30 I think. Not much happened for awhile. My mom arrived and Luke was filming me while I listening to my relaxation messages. Time went by and I had only one wavering moment of pain. My wonderful doctor arrived and checked me and broke my water about 3:00 pm. She gave me the go ahead to get in the tub for a bit. About 30 seconds later, she changed her mind and said it was time to have a baby. So much for demanding the room with the tub!
At this point, it is just the Dr., Luke and my mom. The nurses all got very preoccupied with a set of twins that were breach and needed attention. My mom and Luke were great coaches. I had to be put on oxygen because I wasn't breathing deep enough, I guess. In Hypnobirthing, the mother 'breathes' the baby down as opposed to 'purple faced pushing' so this last phase of labor took awhile (relatively speaking). Towards the end, a nurse named Candy came in and really started to football coach me. It was annoying. Anyway, our boy was just not budging. I had to start really pushing hard and he was not coming out. The Dr. started to get really nervous because she lost his heartbeat.
I heard the Dr. tell the nurse to prepare the forceps and vacuum and then I really started pushing. It didn't work. The baby's head was just too big. So, my dear Dr. gave me an episiotomy without telling me first. Ouch! That was truly the most painful part of the natural labor, I promise.
Our dear little boy was born about 30 seconds later at 5:28 pm. Whew! It was a fast and furious 2.5 hours of labor. I was so grateful that we didn't have to use the vacuum. After weighing and measuring all the hospital staff left and we had hours of bonding time with our little boy. We named our baby Noah Saturday night. It was an exhausting and wonderful day all wrapped into one.
Noah, we love you and are so glad that we have you as our firstborn!
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