To read Part 1 of Jack’s Birth Story, click here!
I ended Part 1 of Jack’s birth story right around 8:00pm on Tuesday September 16. My body was finally starting to do its thing by having contractions and I was able to rest in thanks to my epidural. Throughout the night though, Jack’s heart rate would drop into the 80’s every so often when we really wanted him to stay between 115-155. When his heart rate would drop, I would have to be moved to a different side or angle to try and get it to come back up, which would sometimes work and sometimes not.
During this time my blood pressure also dropped into the 80/50’s every time the Pitocin would try to be re-started. We think part of the issue may have had to do with the epidural and Pitocin combination so I was cut back on the epidural dosage while trying to wean off the Pitocin. Unfortunately though, my body just did not want to progress quickly enough on its own. By about 11:00pm I was dilated between 4.5-5 and by 1:30am I had moved to 5.5-6.
The progress though was just not quick enough as Jack’s heart rate continued to drop along with my blood pressure. My nurse had kept an eye on me and Jack all night in my room and would call my OB once an hour to give him an update. When my OB stopped in about 2:00am, he offered me two options. 1) We could give it one more hour and see if I progressed anymore, or 2) We needed to move forward with a c-section.
I asked him directly what he would do and when he said the c-section I didn’t even hesitate to agree. I was so blessed to have an OB who was caring and thoughtful throughout my entire pregnancy and I trusted his decision whole heartedly. I knew he wouldn’t just ‘push’ surgery on me if it wasn’t the best option. Going into the delivery I knew anything could happen and I realized that my only priority was for everyone to be safe and healthy. Some women wish for a certain birth experience or arrive at the hospital with a plan, but my only hope was for the two of us to leave that hospital safe, sound, and together no matter how that was to occur!
As soon as I said yes, everyone started immediately running around preparing for surgery. My husband put on his scrubs and was taken to a waiting room while I was prepped. He told me later that he had to wait there for our nurse to come get him, and if she didn’t come then it was because they had to put me completely under anesthesia and he wouldn’t be able to be in the room. He said it was the longest 15 minutes of his life, but thankfully she came back!
While being wheeled to the OR I just couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that we were about to meet our baby. All these thoughts started flooding my mind as I laid on the operating table wondering what he would be like and who he would look like. I started to feel really scared as well since I wasn’t expecting to go under the knife. Since my husband wasn’t in the room yet, I felt really alone and exposed as everyone ran around prepping. One of the NICU nurses who was there to check Jack after the delivery came over and held my hand and prayed with me until my husband was invited in to take his place next to me. I just remember looking at Tim and being so thankful that he was there, as the surgery immediately began after he took his seat. I had terrible shakes (which I found out are really common during labor and delivery) and was absolutely freezing, but I tried to just keep on praying throughout the whole surgery. I could hear my doctor tell me that I would feel a strong pressure as he pushed on my uterus to pull out our baby. With one big pull, he held our boy up above the curtain for a quick glance as the nurses took him quickly to be checked.
Jack Timothy was born at 2:31 am on Thursday, September 17th – 10 days after his due date. He weighed 7 lbs. 14 oz. and was 20 inches long.
He came out of the womb pretty white, but then immediately turned a perfect rosy pink. Tim was even able to cut the umbilical cord while he was at the nurse’s station. The umbilical cord also had played a big part in our labor and delivery troubles. It was wrapped around his entire body, so the thought was that every time he rolled over he would pinch the cord causing his heart rate to drop.
Also, my fears about forcing him to be delivered before he was ready were set aside when I was told that my placenta was aging. He needed to get out of there before he stopped receiving proper nutrients and blood flow to his little body, so I was immediately grateful we had moved forward with the induction.
After only sleeping 3-4 hours in the previous 48 hours, I was absolutely exhausted needless to say. I was however also over-the-moon as I stared at my sweet baby boy’s face. I just couldn’t believe that he was ours and that he was finally here! His delivery may not have been perfect or what I expected, but it was one of the absolute best moments of my life. I wouldn’t trade that experience for anything and I am so thankful to have been surrounded by such intelligent doctors and nurses who were able to help me make one of the toughest yet smartest decisions of my life. Baby Jack – I am so looking forward to being your mom forever! You are the greatest gift I’ve ever received and in two weeks you have taught me more about selfless love and patience than I have known in the past 26+ years! I love you more than I could ever explain. xo.