Although I never posted about being pregnant with baby #2 on this blog, my second son, Zephaniah Matthew, made his “fast and furious” appearance into the world five days ago! Yesterday was his due date. We are so glad he came when he did though proving that God’s timing is always perfect. I was hoping the baby would come at least by August 29. Gerald is starting a new job on Sept. 6 so this gave us at least a full week together before he has to begin training. We’ve gone through a lot of changes this summer and some tough things, but even through the rougher times we’ve been blessed to see God’s Hand at work through that and His provision for us even if it’s not exactly the way we wanted.
I love reading others’ birth stories so if that’s something that doesn’t appeal to you, you might want to stop reading right here. 🙂 I’m not going to go into a lot of graphic details, but I’m writing this mostly so I can look back on it and remember. I also think it helps other moms sometimes to read another woman’s birth experience. Be warned, it’s a little long even though the birth was quick.
Zeph’s birth story begins much like his older brother Jaylen’s. Even though I’d been through labor before, I started getting anxious in the weeks leading up to the birth. It’s hard not knowing when or how labor will begin. Since my water broke (without contractions) with Jaylen, I didn’t know what it would feel like to have labor begin with contractions. Again I was praying that I would know when it was time to go to the hospital. I wanted the baby to come soon so Saturday night before going up to bed I sat on my birthing ball (exercise ball) and started moving my hips in circles in both directions on it for about 15 minutes or so. Supposedly that is supposed to help induce labor.
God answered my prayer. Around midnight on August 28, I’d been sleeping for about an hour (I was staying up late watching shows on my computer to relax). I woke up feeling a little bit of liquid. Immediately I thought my water might have broken again. I went to the bathroom and put on a pad then waited a little bit. Sure enough, I felt some occasional gushes of liquid after that so I was pretty sure my water broke. Praise the Lord, I knew this meant I definitely had to go to the hospital! I went downstairs to call the doctor and she told me to come in (as expected). Then I woke Gerald up around 12:15 and we started to finish getting our things together for the hospital.
The good part about living at my parents’ house temporarily right now is we could easily leave for the hospital and not have to worry about who will come stay with Jaylen. I went into my parents’ room to wake them up, told them my water broke, and gave them the baby monitor to Jaylen’s room. Before leaving I snuck into Jaylen’s room to say goodbye to him, which was kind of emotional for me. I knew his life (all our lives) would never be the same after this. I gave him a kiss on the head, snuck out, and off we went to the hospital around 1 am.
On the drive, I was having some mild cramping, but it felt like nothing more than menstrual cramps. We arrived at the hospital and checked in a little before 1:30 am. They checked me to verify that my water broke, said I was about 4 cm dilated (I had been 3 cm at my last appointment 4 days before) and began the process of admitting me. They seemed to take their time asking me all their health history questions, asking about my previous delivery, etc. I was still feeling contractions every once in a while, but they weren’t too painful. I got hooked up to the IV around 3 am. Unfortunately the nurse did it poorly the first time so she had to get another nurse to come in and redo it on my other hand. I have bruises still from this (actually on both hands). So that wasn’t fun. The nurse said that doctor told her that if my contractions didn’t start getting more regular and stronger by 6 am then they would start me on Pitocin. I really didn’t want to be put on Pitocin again if I didn’t have to be so I really hoped my labor would progress on its own this time.
The nurse came back not long after this and told me the doctor was now at the hospital and wanted to start me on Pitocin as soon as possible. I asked her if we could wait because last time things progressed really quickly after being put on Pitocin and I wanted to see what my body could do on its own. She agreed to wait a little while and I think she came back half an hour later (this is when I don’t really know what time things were happening). She was checking my chart and said my contractions were still about 5-7 minutes apart (I could feel them definitely getting stronger though) and suggested we start a tiny dose of Pitocin to help me labor more effectively with stronger contractions. I told her I was probably going to want the epidural soon since I was planning on getting it again (it made my first labor so nice). By now I wasn’t really able to talk through contractions. I really had to focus on breathing through them because they were starting to get more intense. I remember telling the nurse that I want the epidural now. She left the room briefly and when she came back Gerald told her that I really wanted the epi. Somehow in that short span of time my contractions got super strong and painful. The nurse decided to check me and said I was now at 6 cm. As she was checking me, she noticed I was breathing really hard and she asked, “Are you okay?” I was like, “I’m just feeling pain.” (I’m in labor…what do you expect?) Then she told me I was contracting.
After that she suggested I lie on my side. I was in intense pain, feeling sick/nauseous, and I was gripping the bed rail so tightly. I started to feel pressure and I could feel my body starting to push. I tried not to because we weren’t ready for this! I told the nurse I felt a lot of pressure and I think she ran to get the doctor. At this point I knew I wasn’t getting the epidural and I was going to have to do this without the pain meds–not in my birth plan, but at that point I couldn’t focus on anything except enduring the pain. I must’ve seemed like I was hyperventilating because they put an oxygen mask on me. Gerald said at this point he started feeling like he might pass out because he was seeing me in so much pain. All these nurses were rushing around the room, they checked me and they’re like, “We see the head!” So they started setting the bed up for delivery really quickly. Meanwhile I’m trying to fight the urge to push but I can’t help it so I cried out, “I feel like I have to push!”
The doctor walked into the room and she got ready really quickly and told me, “You can push if you need to!” I wasn’t feeling the need as intensely at that moment but suddenly she’s telling me we need to get this baby out so you need to push now! The nurses were encouraging me (Gerald was trying to figure out what he could do at this point since they didn’t want him in the way but he wanted to encourage me too) and with two pushes, Zephaniah was born. The nurses and doctor all said he was a one push baby, but technically I feel like it was two. I felt immense relief pushing, actually. I don’t even remember feeling a lot of pain at that point. They did end up giving me an episiotomy too, which wouldn’t have been my choice, but the doctor said it was necessary to prevent worse tearing.
They placed Zeph on my chest and I felt so relieved and couldn’t believe I’d just had a natural unmedicated labor (since that’s not what I was planning on doing). The worst part was getting stitched up afterwards. It felt like it took forever and was so uncomfortable (though not as bad as labor). The doctor and nurses were amazed at how fast the labor went. They said the doctor walked into the room at 4:19 am and Zeph was born at 4:23 am. Crazy to think my labor was less than 4.5 hours from start to finish and they didn’t even use the Pitocin! 🙂
I told Zeph later that he made me realize I’m a lot stronger than I thought.I didn’t think I could handle an unmedicated childbirth, but I did. The nurse even asked me if I did it again if I would’ve asked for the drugs earlier. I’m not sure because I don’t regret not even having to get the epi. It helped that it was over so quickly. If I had to endure those horrible contractions for hours, I would’ve definitely gotten the epidural.
We asked for an early discharge from the hospital so we went home late Monday afternoon. Recovery-wise I feel a lot better after this birth than I did with my first. I was never in a lot of pain and the nurses seemed surprised that I didn’t want more pain medication. This is probably a blessing since I have a 2.5 year old at home that also wants my attention. Now we’re adjusting to life with a newborn again plus a toddler (who unfortunately is getting a little sick now…not good for baby). We don’t have a lot of expectations right now so we’re just trying to go with the flow and nap when we can. Jaylen had a rough night our first night home after being woken up by Zeph (then also crying when he was crying), but I think he’s starting to adjust. It’s cute when he tries to help or wants to take care of the baby, but right now we’re trying to find that balance of him “helping” (and not hurting the baby) but also letting him know that he needs to stay a away a little bit because he’s sick.
We would appreciate any prayers for this transition time. I’m already imagining how hard it will be when Gerald starts working and I’m on my own with two kids. But we’ll take it one day at a time.