I’m excited to announce that our son, Christopher, was born October 6! He entered the world at 12:23 pm measuring 6 pounds, 7 ounces, 19 inches long. Chris and I feel so lucky to be mom and dad to a healthy and perfect baby boy.
Chris was off work the past two weeks, and it was wonderful having that time to bond as a family of three (or should I say, a family of 6, if you count our fur babies!). Our days have been full of nursing, napping, diaper changes, and cuddling. I’m not ashamed to say I cried like a baby last night when it hit home that Chris’ time off work was coming to an end.
I have felt very blessed the past couple weeks. Our family and sweet friends have been amazing, showering us with love, support, and lots of gifts. And thank you, dear readers, for all your encouragement and positive comments throughout my pregnancy! Baby Christopher is already spoiled rotten!
Here is Christopher’s birth story, if you’re interested in reading. I promise there aren’t too many gory details
Christopher’s birth wasn’t exactly what I had “planned.” I went to the doctor on Friday, October 3, two days overdue. After an ultrasound that showed my fluids were low, my doctor scheduled an induction for Sunday night. I was strongly opposed to being induced for fear it would lead to a c-section, but I had to come to terms with it knowing our baby’s health would be at risk letting the pregnancy go on much longer.
Sunday night Chris and I headed to the hospital. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared to death! I was barely dilated, so that night was all about getting things “ripened.” Chris and I barely got sleep that night. I had a blood pressure cuff strapped to my arm that went off every half hour. I also needed continuous fetal monitoring because Christopher’s heartbeat dipped really low a couple times, which was terrifying.
On Monday morning at 6 am they started pitocin. I was still hardly dilated and the doctor came in to warn us that if things didn’t start progressing a c-section might be necessary. Luckily, the pitocin in addition to the medication they gave me the night before got the ball rolling.
By 11 am my contractions were about three minutes apart and very painful in my hips and back. Chris was amazing during this time, rubbing my hips and encouraging me. I was four centimeters dilated and requested an epidural. Getting an epidural wasn’t as horrible as I imagined — it was actually nothing compared to the pain of contractions! The epidural completely took away the pain, but I HATED the sensation of not being able to feel my legs. I felt really panicked that my mind could make my feet move, and I could see them moving, but I couldn’t feel it. I was shaking and afterward Chris said I was white as a sheet. Fortunately, with major support from Chris, I was able to relax and let my body work.
Around noon the nurses and doctor came in and told us it was time to push and have a baby. Chris and I were both shocked that I went from four to 10 centimeters in an hour! Once everything was prepped and it was time to push, it only took six minutes for Christopher to make his dramatic entrance. He came out screaming, in a pool of meconium, with his arm by his head, and the cord wrapped around his neck. They cut his cord whisked him right away to clear the meconium from his lungs. It was disappointing that Chris didn’t get to cut the cord and those first moments were spent in a moment of panic, but Christopher’s screams reassured us that he was okay!
A few minutes later baby Christopher was in my arms. It’s a moment I will never forget! He was ready to nurse right away — and that set the precedent for life with Christopher. Our boy loves to eat!
I’ve been very fortunate in terms of postpartum recovery. I only needed pain medication for a few days before I felt pretty much back to normal. Except for a bit of baby weight, being pregnant is quickly becoming a distant memory. I’m also lucky that nursing has come really naturally to Christopher and me. He latched like a champ from day one.
All in all, I had a positive birth experience. It wasn’t what I had planned, but neither the birth nor my recovery were as horrible as I had mentally prepared for. I think I read one too many horror stories online and had worked myself up into thinking the experience would be horrendous. Our sweet boy makes any pain and panic 100% worth it!
*To any pregnant women reading this, I hope it can serve as a positive induction story. However, please realize that this was my personal experience and every birth is different.*