Where to even begin! Our sweet little Lucy is three weeks old today, and she completely changed our lives forever! I am finally getting around to sharing Lucy’s Birth Story, but this post is going to be very long winded….you’ve been warned;)
Due to a spike in blood pressure that wasn’t going down during my 39th week, my doctor decided that it would be best to induce me. You can read a little more about why HERE. I went in to be induced at 5 am on July 16th, and we were EXCITED. I knew that inductions could be a very, very long process; which is why an induction was really never in my plan, but I had no choice + we were so excited to meet our baby!
My induction started out with a dose of cytotec, (google it, this is going to be long enough;) which started contractions pretty quickly for me. My contractions were consistent from the get-go, which is why everyone thought my induction wouldn’t take very long at all. HAHA boy were we wrong! My sister actually joked to my mom saying “oh wouldn’t it be great if she was born on the 18th” because the 18th was my mom’s birthday, and both of her other grandkids were born on the 18th! I thought yeah right, there’s no way she won’t be here for two days! Well, *spoiler alert* guess who was born on her grandma’s birthday;)
I was dealing with the contractions fine, but every time they checked me I had barely progressed. I was put on Pitocin and we thought for sure that would speed things up. But after almost 24 hours of being stuck at 2cm and not progressing, I was frustrated. So frustrated that I was seriously asking for a c-section, I was so over having contractions every 2-3 minutes for an entire day and making basically no progress. Obviously I didn’t really want a c-section, but I was just so ready to see our Lucy and I was so exhausted! My doctor came in and gave me two options, she said she could let me go home and come back the next night to rest, or she could break my water. She was fine with either, but if she broke my water I only had 24 hours to deliver, or else I had to have a c-section (due to the increased risk of infection). Ultimately, after some serious attitude and sassing on my part, Shane and I decided that I would stay and have her break my water. Looking back, I definitely still think it was the right decision!
My doctor broke my water (Weirdest. Feeling. Ever!), and my labor finally started progressing. Finally. My contractions picked up significantly and eventually I was just too uncomfortable. I asked for pain medication, and they decided to give me something in my IV before I got an epidural. WORST IDEA EVER. I swear that pain medicine made my contractions worse! I wasn’t a “I’m screaming through contractions” kind of girl, I was more of a “I’m going to cry non-stop until someone gives me a damn epidural” kind of girl. My friend Molly was sitting with me at the hospital and she actually ended up leaving in tears because I was making her so upset with my crying…Hahahaha still laughing about that.
Once I received my epidural, I was FINALLY able to relax and get some sleep. After a day and a half no sleep and constant contractions with little progress, it was amazing to actually get some rest! I woke up around 4 am shaking uncontrollably, it was insane. I wasn’t cold, I was just shaking and it was SO uncomfortable. When the nurse came in my room and she saw that, she was so excited and wanted to check my progress. She checked me and I was at a 9! 9 cm! YEAAAH PROGRESS. Apparently the shaking is a mix of hormones and your labor progressing, who knew! The nurse called my doctor, Shane woke up and called my mom, we were getting this party started.
My doctor came about an hour later, checked me again and I was fully dilated! We waited about 15 more minutes, and then it was time to start pushing! Pushing was by far one of the hardest things I have EVER done in my life. Not even just physically, but emotionally. Lucy was looking up instead of having her chin down, so she kept getting stuck and she was making it much more difficult to get her out. My doctor even used the vacuum, but that didn’t work (which left her with a huge bruise on her head..Poor baby). I was pushing and pushing and she just did not want out! At one point, her heart rate began to drop significantly, and I was getting seriously freaked out. The nurse ended up putting me on oxygen because I was basically forgetting to breathe….Apparently that’s a thing. Lucy’s heart rate always ended up going back to normal, but my doctor still called in a respiratory team for after I delivered, and that scared the crap out of me.
After what felt like 1000 hours of pushing (it was actually an hour and forty-ish minutes), my doctor told me I needed to get her out the next push or I would have to have a c-section because of her heart rate. I put my game face on, and pushed harder & longer than I ever thought possible…There was NO WAY I was going to go through all of this and still have to have a c-section. No freakin’ way! I pushed that final never ending push, and our baby girl was here! Sweeeet relief, or so I thought. Unfortunately, Lucy didn’t come out crying and wasn’t breathing properly, so I didn’t even get a chance to hold her before they took her away to put her on oxygen. I was so relieved that I was finally done pushing, but absolutely heartbroken that I didn’t get to hold my baby. Every doctor and nurse was telling me that she was fine and just needed a little help breathing, but I didn’t care. I. Was. Hysterical. I sent my mom and Shane with Lucy to check on her, so it was just me in the delivery room, losing my shit while my doctor stitched me up. A shining moment, let me tell you.
I couldn’t go see Lucy until my epidural wore off and I could get into a wheelchair, so I had Shane running back and forth showing me pictures and videos of her while I cried and cried and cried. Those post-partum hormones + exhaustion + missing my baby= one hysterical mama. My doctor and nurses were all AMAZING though and came in my room to update me on Lucy so often, they were seriously a Godsend. I ended up lying to the nurses saying that I felt fine so I could finally see my baby, but I was totally NOT fine and definitely should not have been walking…Whoops! They took me to see my precious girl and my heart could barely take it. By the time I got to see her, she was already off oxygen like a champ, but she had an IV in her head regulating her blood sugar. I snuggled her for hours and never wanted to ever let her go.
Lucy Clare had a rough start into the world, but she is healthy as can be! Her IV was taken out the next morning and she was breathing completely normal. We had to stay in the hospital for two extra days to monitor her blood sugar, but other than that she was good to go! Even though my labor and delivery didn’t go as smooth as I would have liked, I am just so happy to have a healthy and strong baby girl. She is so, so, SO worth it all. Thank you all for your support throughout my entire pregnancy, we are so lucky to have so many people rooting for us!