I'm sorry this is 10 weeks overdue, but every time I have sat down to write about our birth, the words I was writing could not do the experience justice. Now that we are 10 weeks PP and my life is back to "normal" I decided to give this one last chance!
It started with an idea, a google search, and an application. What I didn’t know is how much the next year and a half would impact my life. After being matched to the most wonderful couple, our lives consisted of loads of paperwork, meetings, and many, many shots and medications. But this wasn’t all for nothing. After 32 days of strict medications it was time to transfer M&E’s last and final embryo, no pressure, right? After 10 grueling days of waiting and many home pregnancy tests later, the news came in. We’re pregnant! I cannot tell you the feeling of being able to tell the mother on the phone that her fighter embryo stuck around and to hear the joy in her voice, and yes loud screaming and tears. The bond we were creating with the parents is something that is indescribable and the next 9ish months seem to have flown by.
At 37 weeks gestation, M&E arrived to El Paso to wait out the arrival of their sweet baby boy. They decided to come then because that's when my son came naturally and during this whole pregnancy, baby E was measuring 2-3 weeks ahead of schedule. Little did we know that at our 38 week appointment, we would be told that I was already 5cm almost 6cm dilated and we would be admitted that day. I had been struggling with prodromal labor for weeks so I was relieved to hear the news! I rushed home to get my bags and the parents went to their apartment to get things they needed and we met back at the hospital. I arrived before the parents and my son and I got checked in. At this point, it seemed we were at the “hurry up and wait” point. Since my son is 3 years old, they told me they weren't allowed to hook me up to any machines or start my IV until there was another adult there. So we sat on the bed and watched some cartoons until my husband, who was at work, or the IPs could get there. Within the next 10 min my husband arrives and our AMAZING nurse wastes no time getting my IV started and monitors on. Since baby was measuring around 8 pounds according to the ultrasound we had that day, I told the doctor to have the anesthesiologist ready with my epidural, and as soon as the nurse was done with hooking me up, he was knocking on the door to start my epidural, the IPs haven't even made it to the hospital yet! When he was done, the IPs arrived and brought the whole crew! The IPs brought the moms dad and the dad's mom with them and we were one big party in the room, luckily L&D was kinda slow and were understanding of the situation and let everyone stay. After the edpidural started to kick in, the nurses checks my dilation. I am now at a 7. With my son, once I hit 6, it was all fast faced from there and so I thought I would be delivering within 2 hours so I had my husband bring our son to my mom since the hospital wouldn't allow him in the room during delivery. He hurries back and everything seemed to come to a screeching halt. They upped the Pitocin since baby E was doing well with it and we waited, and waited, and waited. After about 9 hours into it, they brought out the peanut ball since my water hadn't broken on its own yet. By this point I was exhausted and hungry and had fallen asleep. after what seemed like 10 minutes of rest I felt two giant pops and knew it was my water. After seeing the looks on my IPs faces when I woke up suddenly out of my sleep with a panicked look on my face, they were all giddy and excited to know it was my water. We called in the nurses to be checked again, and surprise, IM ONLY AT 8!! so they upped the Pitocin again. I have never puked so much in my life. My IM was getting worried that I was throwing up every 30 minutes and was so touching that she was genuinely cared about me. I was even more exhausted at this point and had fallen back asleep. My epidural wore off at one point and had to have the anesthetist come back in and give me another dose, those contractions were NO JOKE and I have no shame in not wanting to go through that. I must've been out of it when they checked me the last time before calling my Doctor because the next thing I remember was my doctor and a whole team of staff barging into the room and turning on every single light possible, all I was thinking was "damn, can you let a girl get some sleep". At this point I knew it was go time. In a blink of an eye, before I could finish puking again, my legs were up and my doctor was gowned up and we were ready to push. I don't know what was wrong with my epidural but I could feel when the contractions were coming so I knew right when they were going to tell me to push. We pushed for 1.5 hours and baby E was still kind of high up and wasn't wanting to come down so my Doctor consulted with the IPs and they decided to use the vacuum, I felt defeated but knew I was giving it my all. The doctor told me we would try 3 pushes with the vacuum and if it wasn't successful we would look at a cesearean, something I have been wanting to avoid. Luckily, I gave every ounce of energy I had left those 3 pushes and 13 long hours Baby E took his first breath at 4:49am April 29, 2017 at 8 pounds 8 ounces. Yes at almost NINE pounds (my son was 7lbs). The feeling and the look on his momma’s face is something I can never put into words, but know that is was one of my proudest moments and something I will forever cherish.
I am sure I missed some details, but like I said, this journey was so incredible, It's impossible to get it all out. I was fortunate that IPs let me breastfeed while we were in the hospital and for two weeks after, until they left for home, I was able to pump for them. Which was amazing because I was able to get some baby snuggles in! This experience was so amazing and I know as soon as I am cleared. I will be hoping on the wagon again and doing another journey!
***SIDE NOTE*** Later that day I was experiencing terrible pain in my abdomen and the nurses were passing it off as PP pain. After a few hours I decided to do a sitz bath and felt the urge to push. Something giant had came out so I called the nurse in and turns out, I delivered an accessory lobe placenta! Let me tell you, I felt like a million bucks after that was out! It was a crazy situation.