Many of you know I was scheduled for a c-section on September 23. I had finally managed to resign myself to never VBACing again and I was ready to meet this new little one that morning at 11:30 am.
God had other plans.
At 10:10pm on the 22nd, the irregular, not-so-hard contractions I’d been feeling for a week, the same contractions that had dilated me to a 4 just a few days earlier, suddenly began to HURT. By midnight, I told Ty I thought we should probably head to the hospital; however, skeptic that I am, I decided to continue to wait.
At 12:30 am, I told Ty I was going to time 2 more contractions before making a definite judgment call. Those 2 were doozies…3 minute apart doozies!
So, to the hospital we went, the pain intensifying with every single mile. Once in the room, the contractions were every 2 minutes apart, I was a 6-7, 100% effaced, and baby was at a -1 station. I wondered how long I would need to labor like this.
Because of my diastasis, we had decided I should labor reclined to encourage my uterus to tip back and for baby to come down. I knew fairly quickly there was NO WAY I could labor reclined without some sort of pain meds. So, we called anesthesiology in for an epidural since I was sure I had hours to go.
With the epidural in place a whopping 2 minutes, they laid me back, and my water broke, baby crowned, I pushed, and little Garin was born…talk about efficient! I had been in my hospital room 45 minutes!
My doctor didn’t make it, but thankfully, her colleague was able to jump into the room last minute. She was great! She calmed my fears when there was obvious meconium in the water, she told me what a great pusher I was, and in the end, she checked my 2 old c-section scars from the inside and declared you couldn’t even tell I’d ever had c-sections! Praise the Lord!!!
So, without further ado, I am proud to introduce you to Garin Theodore!