I am lying here in this hospital bed with my heart utterly full of love.
This week has been less than comfortable, the 3 days leading up to this birth were full of pain and emotions. I was in the triage Wednesday night in horrible pain only to be sent home at 3am (great night of sleep, the 3 boys were raring to go as normal bright and early that morning), the pain followed up until Friday when I was induced. My emotions were holy insane. I cried at the dinner table over my fear of birth and just all my emotions over the labor. I have had great natural labors thus far and I am not sure what it was about this one that had me on edge. The fear factor was how long it would be, if you have been following me for awhile Jude, our third came within 45 minutes of my first pain. It was full force pain but so quick it was easy so this time I was very hesitant on what would happen. We were also inducing due to the fact that Jude was so quick, I wanted to be sure we had our other 3 kids covered and be able to make it to the hospital. So it was our choice to go into labor, that part of course is scary. The what if. I was dreading laboring. Our 1st son was about a 10 hour labor from when waters broke then our second son was a 3 hour labor from waters breaking so I had my eyes wishfully set on a 4 hour number. I was freaking out all yesterday morning and even the minutes right up until my midwife broke my waters. The risky thing is that is labor does not progress you have the risk of pitocin and in my eyes pitocin is a slippery slope for someone wanting to go drug free, so that is always lingering. Luckily I know God was on my side through this labor, so here we go with the labor story.
I had been 3cm for the past 2 weeks, when we broke waters I was 3-4cm and the head was still semi higher up in my cervix. Well we broke waters around 230pm, the start was slow. VERY slow. I could feel the words pitocin in my mind. I was freaking out. We walked, rolled on the ball and tried to get things full force contractions. My doctor mentioned nipple stimulation. Not the fanciest of things to be doing to yourself but what the hell, if it meant no pitocin you better believe I will try it! Well it worked. Holy hell, a little too much. Back to more rolling on the ball and walking to get them stronger. I did not want to be checked too soon for changes in dilation because I did not want to be discouraged if I was not making progress, so I rocked out the nipple thing and moving and got contractions more steady, strong and timely. During this time my husband was entertaining me dancing like Shakira. I am not joking either, we have video. My sister in law was here the entire time so those two had me cracking up in between contractions, the nurses totally loved us. Speaking of contractions, I think 2-3 minutes apart finally. It was starting to get dark outside so I knew I was passing my 4 hour wish mark pretty darn quick. When she finally checked me I was at 6 but the head was still up higher. Then we got in the tub for a change of action. That warm water really helped me to gain strength and take real control. I think leading up to it the pain was so annoying and I was semi fighting the pain and my body. The water let me breath and accept the pain as part of the process. It also brought pressure in all areas down there. I stayed in the water for a good hour or so working through contractions until I got nervous about the pressure, so back to the bed we went. I was having horrible back pain with the pressure so I decided to be checked. I was at a 7, not as far as I wanted but I was fine with it, only 3 more centimeters to go.
Through the contractions I was literally saying Hail Mary's along with trying to breathe and it worked so freaking well. We decided half way through to switch the girls name to Catherine and I was actually going to switch the middle name to Marie for Mary because I know she was there through every pain. Anyways you will see we did not have to make a girl choice in name here soon....haha
The pain really started to suck, but I tried to keep telling myself it was temporary and every contraction was getting us closer. I moved as much as humanly possible to get in different positions to ease some pain. Jordan is such an amazing coach. He really is. Holding his hands was all I needed. This labor was totally different than others, I wanted silence, pure silence. Barely anyone talked. I had music lighting playing in the background and it was as peaceful as you could get.
Contractions got worse and worse and the pressure kept coming. She checked me again and I was 8-9 and we tried pushing a tad while she checked me but I just wasn't fully there. Talk about the most annoying thing in America. The worst pain ever and no where to go. Stuck. I forget when the topic came up but during contractions we realized all the women in the room had 3 boys. My midwife, me and the 2 nurses and ALL had stopped at 3 boys, it was so funny, but surely that funniness left the minute the next contraction roared its ugly head. The next part is a little blur but somehow I felt the real deal of pain and decided it was over. No more silent breathing to get my through, this baby needed OUT. AND FAST. She said I could push and boy did I push. It was full blown insanity the last few minutes. We got the mirror in position so I could watch and see where the head was and thankfully he came down pretty speedily. I think 3-4 pushes and he was crowning. Still so insane, I watched him come into the world. I watched Jordan's face full of excitement, so amazing, and heard him say "Oh honey, its a BOY!" I did not even care if it was a boy, girl or alien, I was so in love. They placed him on my chest and he opened his eyes instantly to me. He has hair, our first baby to actually have a good amount of hair. Our babies are typically bald, so any hair is good to me.
We welcomed Samuel Clarence into the world at 9:24 pm, he was 7lbs 6oz and 21 inches long. He was our second lightest baby but the longest thus far. He looks EXACTLY like Vincent, which is funny because I was hoping for another Vincent look alike because Luke and Jude are practically twins!!
My sister in law took pictures of the whole labor and birth and I teared up scrolling through them, I am hoping to make a video montage of them at some point. Tomorrow I will be in full mama paparazzi mode but for now all we have is cell phone pics!:)
He has been a gem all night, latched on perfect too!!! Of course I have been staring at him all night while he sleeps, haha!! So there you have it, baby Sam's birth story in a nutshell. The pain sucked, no doubt about it but it was so worth it for the pure bliss of them laying him on my chest!! Thanks for all your amazing well wishes and prayers, you are all so FABULOUS!!! I felt so much love during the labor process from everyone. xoxo