I have to preface A’s birth story by saying that K and B’s pregnancy were complete opposite in my experience. As babies, they are were complete opposites.
A’s pregnancy was a combination of the two pregnancies and as a baby, she definitely was a mix. I described her as in between – she wasn’t as independent as K seemed to be as a baby, but yet, she wasn’t as clingy as B was when he was a baby. She just seems to be a blend of both experiences.
Because B was born via c-section, I was able to have A either v-bac (vaginal birth after c-section) or scheduled c-section.
Now, before I tell you my decision and you judge me and my decision; I have bad luck. I am that small chance that goes wrong. It never fails. So yes, rather than elect to be that small percent who has issues during a v-bac, I chose a scheduled c-section.
She was scheduled to be born on February 27th (K was December 27th and B was April 27th so I wanted nothing more than to have her on February 27th) at 9am.
Her official date (I can’t completely remember) were the first couple of days in March. I know February 27th was not a week prior, it was more like 5 days before her due date.
We had all our plans worked out for work, child care for the oldest, where they would stay, etc.
Anyway, none of it mattered.
Friday night (the 22nd) I didn’t go to sleep until late. I had been having a rough time sleeping anyway between the pain, discomfort, and just plain inability to sleep.
By the time I did fall asleep, I kept waking (subconsciously I think) with discomfort and pressure in my nether regions. I was half in a dream state so I wasn’t really conscious of the situation. I kept telling myself to get up and go to the bathroom, but I kept pushing it aside.
Hubby got up at his usual 3:45am to get ready for work and head out the door (he starts work at 5am so he is usually out the door by 4:30am). Again, I told myself to get up and use the bathroom, but again, I pushed it aside.
Finally at 4:37am, I decided to become conscious of everything.
I really should have gotten up to go to the bathroom because the uncomfortable wet feeling clearly indicated I wet the bed. I honestly had no idea that it could have been anything else! (Remember, K was induced so I never had my water break and B’s water was broken purposefully.)
I stood up and the gush of fluid that would not stop clearly indicated my water had broke.
Fortunately, when I got out of bed, I had a good idea what was going on so I grabbed my cell phone and made my way to the toilet.
Let me tell you, quite the panic began to settle in.
Clearly, I was in labor. Hubby wasn’t home. It was still early, early hours. The big kids were still sleeping. And then, oh and then. My attempts to call my husband were futile. My phone would not call out. (You know how sometimes a phone will just cycle when it’s trying to connect a call? Yeah. That’s all mine did. The three times I tried!)
Fortunately, I had my work cell phone here at home, so with some effort, I made it to the dining room to my work area to retrieve the phone.
With my work cell phone, I was able to call hubby and give him the news. Unfortunately, he was just about to work, but assured me he was turning around and heading back my way.
I went into the room and grabbed items that I thought I would need and threw them in a bag. (Yes, I know, I’m fired. I still hadn’t packed a hospital bag! I thought I had time!)
I tried calling my mother in law to come sit with the big kids who were still sleeping, but again, my phone would not call out. So again, back out to my office to use my work cell phone. Fortunately, hubby had already called her so she was getting ready to head my way as well.
My contractions hurt, but nothing that was unbearable and they were only 30 minutes apart, roughly.
Upon getting to the hospital, the contractions were still the same; not painful and still quite far apart.
I was taken to triage and the fun began. We had to wait as we had arrived close to shift change, but fortunately for me, not only was my OB coming onto shift, but the entire crew would be fresh for the morning. (I think I ended up waiting approximately 2 hours before going back to the operating room. Again, I am fortunate that my contractions were tolerable!)
By 8am, I was in the operating room ready for my c-section. My care staff was fantastic! I couldn’t ask for a better team to do my surgery. They were all fresh for the morning, happy, cheery, dancing and laughing – we all had a good time and I could not be more thankful to Dr. Feel Good (the anesthesiologist) and the other male nurse/doctor (not quite sure of his name or role) that were there because they calmed my anxiety from the start which was really great!
Things went without issue on my end. A was born at 8:43am, weighing 8 pounds, 7 ounces (a complete shock to us as we were anticipating another 10 pound baby – Buddy, baby #2, was 9 pounds 15 ounces and we were told this entire pregnancy that she was going to be a big baby). She measured in at a short 20 1/2 inches – a good inch and a quarter shorter than her siblings at their birth.
While her weight suggests she was in between the older two, I have to say, she was my smallest baby. In fact, she is the only one of our 3 that wore newborn clothes. She was small to us.
While things went fine for me during labor, A had a little more trouble. They cut her head when cutting me open. We later learned that the scar tissue was thick and that while cutting into the uterus, the placenta was cut as well. There was a lot of blood and they ended up cutting her head in the process. Fortunately, it wasn’t deep and all that is left is a little purple scar that will be covered by her hair.
I had a bit more difficulty with recovery than I did with B, physically, and a lot more emotional recovery than I did with either of the previous (which I will share soon!)
All in all, things didn’t go as plan (do they ever as parents) but we were healthy and that’s what mattered.