My first born is 3 years old today. I cannot believe it. I will never forget the day he was born. While his birth didn’t go as I would have liked, I must say that in the end I wouldn’t change a thing because the end result is the only thing that matters. In honor of his birthday, I will be sharing TJ’s birth story.
TJ’s Birth Story
Leading up to the Big Event
I was able to work both of my jobs until I had TJ. The Monday prior to TJ’s birth, I received a phone call that my midwife wouldn’t be able to keep my scheduled appointment for that afternoon. They gave me the option to see one of the OB’s instead at my regularly scheduled time or come in earlier that morning. I wanted to see my midwife, so after speaking with my supervisor, I left work early for the rest of the day.
When I got to my appointment, my midwife let me know that I was barely dilated (less than 1 cm). She doubted I would go into labor on my own prior to 40 weeks. She attempted to sweep my membranes but also scheduled me for an ultrasound that Friday and for induction that Sunday following.
I knew I was going to have TJ the next day even if it seemed like my body had other plans. After the attempted membrane sweep, I started having some light contractions around every 15 minutes or so. They were not very intense so I spent the remainder of the day going to lunch with my aunt and going to work at the dance studio.
As the day progressed, my contractions continued to get stronger and more consistent. I went to bed having contractions that were roughly 10 minutes apart.
Around 2am I woke up to a after having a strange feeling. I made my way to the bathroom and to my surprise my water had broken. Just as I was about to call to my husband, he appeared in the doorway. After letting him know what was going on, we quickly got ready and headed to the hospital.
It’s Go Time
Once we arrived to the hospital, it was confirmed that my water had indeed broken and that I was not just peeing myself. My midwife checked me and I still had not made much progress. She knew that I wanted a natural birth so she encouraged me to walk around and use a birth ball to help get things underway.
Unfortunately for me, my midwife was going off call and my case would be transferred to the new on call physician. Once the new on-call OB came, he checked me again and I still had very little dilation. At this point, he gave me 1 hour to start progressing or he would be starting pitocin. His exact words were, “I recommend you get an epidural because I will be starting pitocin if you don’t dilate within the hour.” Talk about pressure!
A woman’s body does not dilate on command and as much as I tried, I was not progressing fast enough for the doctor. I was given pitocin and I attempted to labor through the contractions without an epidural. The pitocin contractions were very intense! Back to back to back with no break in between. After about 30 minutes, I opted to get the epidural. After laboring for most of the day, it was time to push.
Happy Birthday TJ!
I pushed for 30 minutes and was almost ready to deliver when the nurse went to call for the doctor. When the doctor came in, he told the nurse he’d be right back because he needed to check on another patient. My nurse insisted that I was close to delivering and that he needed to stay. This is when things began to go downhill. Instead of allowing me to continue trying to push, the doctor gave me an episiotomy which resulted in a 4th degree tear during the delivery.
At 5:50pm, TJ was born weighing 7 lbs and measuring 19 3/4 inches long. Despite the challenges of labor, I can honestly say that I don’t regret anything that happened. Why? The end result was my healthy baby boy and that’s all that really mattered.
Happy 3rd birthday TJ! I love you so much and am so proud to be called your mother!