I’ve decided to share Lizzy’s birth story. It was a very special day, and it will be great to have this to look back on later down the road.
If you are not interested in reading, please check back later for a new post. I won’t be offended, but don’t worry there aren’t too many icky details. I promise the next post will be fitness related!
True story…we forgot to take pictures until after the baby was born!
Let’s start back on the Friday before she was due. I had my official full-term check up with my midwife, at which she asked if I wanted to have my membranes stripped. I had no idea what that meant! Basically the doctor separates the amniotic sac from the walls of the uterus in hopes that it will trigger contractions. Seeing as I wanted to meet my baby girl NOW, I said yes! Warning: It hurts! a lot!
The weekend came and went….I tried to make her come out! You know…..walking a lot, eating pineapple, and spicy food. Even extra jumping up and down when the Seahawks won the Super Bowl! Nothing happened.
Monday morning I had another appointment with the midwife and she stripped my membranes again. OUCH! Tuesday I went to work.
Wednesday I woke up feeling pretty crappy. I had cramps and sick to my stomach, but I got in the shower and got ready for work. Tried to eat breakfast…but I just couldn’t do it. I text my boss to say I couldn’t make it to work. Even at 3 days past due I felt guilty about calling in sick to work!
All day I was having contractions but mostly they just felt like cramps and they were very sporadic. Around 5 pm I felt myself leaking…ok, really my water broke, but that’s the best way to describe it. I honestly felt like I was peeing my pants. I also started having actual contractions but they were pretty spaced out, like an hour or so apart.
At this point I decided I need to cook dinner, take a shower & shave my legs, take off my nail polish, straighten my hair, and prep a Costco sized bag of Brussels sprouts so they wouldn’t go bad. Blake thought I had lost my mind.
My contractions were about 15 minutes apart and we decided to head to the hospital. Then I made Blake stop for Gatorade and trail mix, in case I needed a snack. We got to the hospital around 8 pm, they hooked me up to the monitors for a few minutes, and did a test to make sure my water had really broke. While we were waiting for the results we were sent to walk the halls to make sure things were progressing. And they were! We were admitted and moved to a labor room around 9 pm.
I never really had a birth plan. I hoped to do it without pain medications, but I was open whatever.
Once we got to the Delivery room my contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart and very painful. The baby was very low and pressing on my cervix making them hurt a lot. The nurse offered me a shot of something I can’t remember, but she said it would take the edge off the contractions but I would still feel them. She was right.
An hour and half (or so, time doesn’t really exist when you are in labor) later I was still hurting pretty bad. I’ll be completely honest and tell you, I was miserable. It was terrible. I made the decision to get the epidural. I just knew that if I didn’t get it I would end up hating the whole process and I really wanted to enjoy it at least somewhat.
Getting the epidural was easy. Even sitting still through the contractions. It helped that the anesthesiologist gave me another shot of pain med I can’t remember the name of before putting it in so that I could relax. Both he and the nurse were surprised I had lasted so long, they said most first time moms don’t last as long. It had already been about 5 hours since I went in to labor.
Moments after the epidural I knew I had made the right decision. The next several hours were easy. It was crazy to see the contraction spike on the screen and not feel them at all. Although after a few hours I started to feel the pressure on my right thigh from laying down too long. But I had zero control of my lower body. Eventually I started feeling the contractions in this one spot. It sucked, but I was able to drift in and out of sleep until about 6 am, around that time my mom came back. We had sent our families home to get some sleep.
A few minutes later the nurse came in to help me sit up for a little bit, which helped relieve some of that pressure in my right thigh. This was around 7 am, we asked them about how much longer and they said probably a few hours. Maybe she would be here around lunchtime.
Then came time for the nurses to change shifts. In the process of the shift change the nurse had rolled me over to my right side, I don’t know why. The new nurse checked to see how far I was dilated, then I heard the old nurse say “that’s new” and next thing I knew they were putting an oxygen mask on me. I had no idea what was happening. Apparently the babies heart rate dropped really low and it was time to go.
Unfortunately, my mother in law hadn’t made it back to the hospital yet. No one expected things to move so fast, they had told us I would push for a few hours. She was literally walking in the room when we were starting to push and they nurse wouldn’t let her in to the room. I still didn’t really know what was happening but it felt pretty awful knowing that she missed out.
My midwives walked in the room at 7:30 and put on their scrubs, tools were wheeled in, my bed was taken apart…..and we were ready to push. Everyone said pushing was the worst part, but I got lucky. I only had to push 5 times. I think after the first or second one, my midwife said that the baby had a lot of hair. I was shocked that they could see her! It made it so much easier! I was anxious to see her, too!
Just a few minutes later, baby Elizabeth was born! Seriously, she was born at 7:56 am on Thursday morning, just 26 minutes after I started pushing.
Elizabeth Marie Alexander.
Her middle name is in honor of my cousin Amy who passed away a few years ago. Amy was only 25 and her passing made me realize life is too short to wait for things to happen. Which ultimately led to us wanting to start a family a little bit earlier than we originally planned.
She loves sucking on her hands and fingers.
Finally a clean baby!
With Mom & Dad after her first bath!
With her Nana & Papa Alexander!
Lizzy’s birth is something I will never forget. I’m so thankful for Blake, there is no way I could have done this without him. He was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. I love him so much, and I love how much he loves our baby girl. He’s a great daddy. And now I’m crying! Dang hormones.
This ended up a lot longer than I expected. Thanks for sticking it out!
I have a fun fitness related post planned next!