Friday, November 14, 2014

Drake's Birth.




I've been feeling overwhelmed thinking about blogging about the birth of our new little man. I'm not sure why. Maybe because it is such a special day that I hold dear to my heart (as is the birth of all of my babies) or maybe because it wasn't really an eventful birth. Things went smoothly. But I don't want to forget the little details so here it is...the story of Drake's birth.




I spent my entire pregnancy trying to decide on whether or not I wanted to have a natural (pain med free) birth. Some days I did, and some days I didn't. I would think back to my recovery with Lyla and I just knew I wanted to do a natural birth again. Then I would think back to the pain (and the screaming!) and I never wanted to have a natural birth again. I re-read my Hypno-birthing book. I practiced my relaxation breathing. Just in case. Ultimately I thought I would go natural again. Then the end of pregnancy came and I was miserable. I felt huge. I was tired. I was having contractions all the time. I was stressed. I was experiencing the end of pregnancy blahs. I couldn't imagine waiting any longer to go into labor. I found myself almost hoping my blood pressure was high at prenatal visits so that I would have to be induced early. It never was. And that was good. Truthfully I never wanted it to be. I did however test positive for Group B strep. Prior to this birth I had tested positive for this 2 out of 4 kids. With Ruby my delivery was so quick that I didn't have time to have the necessary antibiotics before she was born. This made it so that my new little baby had to have the antibiotics instead of me after she was born. I didn't want Drake to have to have antibiotics too. I have a history of fast labors, each one faster than the last. I was so nervous that if I went into labor on my own, I wouldn't make it to the hospital in time for the antibiotics so I decided I wanted to be induced. And along with that I wanted an epidural too. I really just wanted this special day to be enjoyable. I didn't want to scream. I didn't want to experience a lot of pain. I just wanted my sweet new baby to cuddle in my arms.








So on October 20th, four days before my actual due date Logan and I headed to the hospital at 7:30 in the morning. We checked in. I changed my clothes and the nurse got my IV going and we started the necessary antibiotics. My doctor came in and broke my water. We were hopeful that breaking my bag of waters was all I would need to jump start my body into labor being that this was my 5th baby. We all thought things would go quickly and we'd have a baby by lunch time. I started having contractions, but nothing painful and I wasn't really progressing too quickly at all. Around 10:00 they started me on a small dose of pitocen. Things continued to progress slowly but steadily. An hour later the nurse told me she was going to up the dose of pitocen and I decided to get my epidural at this time before things got crazy. I hate bending over during hard contractions to have the epidural placed so I thought I would eliminate that and get it early. It was the heaviest epidural ever. My legs were so numb. So, so, so numb. And with the epidural I started to feel really light headed and nauseous. I talked to the nurse about it and she reassured me that my blood pressure looked good. Yet I felt awful. For an hour things were this way. Finally after an hour my blood pressure readings were starting to show what my body had been telling me all along. My blood pressure was low. A couple doses of medication and I was golden again. Around 2:00 the nurse checked me and I was at a 6. I was slightly bummed. I thought for sure I would have a baby by this point. But I knew that transition was right around the corner and that I always progress really fast at that point. Just as those thoughts were going through my head the nurse said, well wait...you're at a 9 now! Yay! They called in my doctor and before I knew it it was time to push. It turns out that the baby was posterior, which led to my longer labor. I pushed a couple of times and Drake Christopher Phipps was born at 2:20 pm. I cut the cord and he was suctioned and wiped down and placed in my arms. He was perfect! I was instantly in love.





My initial recovery was slow due to my extremely numb legs, but once I had feeling again (which didn't happen until early the next morning) I felt great. I just love the time I get to spend in the hospital with just Logan and our new baby and this time was no different. I loved the naps and the cuddles that Drake and I shared. Life at home with five kids is busy and crazy to say the least. I treasure the down times where I can cuddle and soak up this newborn stage of life. 











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