Saturday, February 25, 2012

A Pint-Sized Birth Story: Ninja Baby & a C-Section & The Office

By the end of my pregnancy, I was ready to get this baby the heck out! I had gained about 40 lbs, my back was killing me so much that I could barely walk for more than 5 minutes, and my skin itched like the devil. We found out that our little guy was breech several weeks before my due date. Doctors in America will almost never delivery breech babies vaginally because it's dangerous - and you know what? I was kind of relieved! I couldn't imagine my 4'8" self actually being able to deliver a healthy, normal sized baby without a c-section. My fear was that I would be in labor for hours and hours, and then end up having a c-section because the baby just wouldn't fit. So we scheduled the c-section for 39 weeks. My mom came out from Washington and we were all ready to go. After all, at 37/38 weeks, a baby couldn't move positions in such a tiny body like mine, right?

WRONG. At my 38 weeks my doctor shocked me and Brian with the news that somehow our baby had flipped upside in my womb, and was now head down. How likely is it that a baby with 2 weeks left to go will flip in a torso as short as mine? Let me tell you, not very likely. It's because he's a ninja baby. Just saying. So the scheduled c-section was off. I may have cried for a little bit...about 2 hours. I was just SO ready to meet our little boy and so done being pregnant.

I prayed every day that I would go into labor...and then nothing would happen. When my original c-section date came and passed, I wrestled to let go of the fact that I could have had a baby by then. A few days after that date, I was about to lose it emotionally. I tearfully told my mom and Brian one night that I was done, I couldn't handle being so pregnant anymore.

The following morning I started having contractions at 4am. I have never been so happy to be in pain! After a few hours of making sure this was really labor, we prepared to leave for the hospital There is nothing more exciting and terrifying about throwing your stuff into your bag, knowing that the next time you drive home you will have a baby. We left at about 8am to drive 25 minutes to the hospital. This is the morning that God gave to us:


When we got to the hospital I was only 2cm dilated and the baby's head hadn't dropped enough. They were considering sending me home because they didn't think I was ready. Inwardly I was freaking out and thinking GET THIS THING OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW! Luckily, my doctor (who I wanted to kiss at that moment) decided that since I live 25 minutes away and I was positive for group Strep B, they were going to keep me. Yippee!

My contractions came and went. I walked the halls to try to get the baby to drop (and saw my friend's little brother - not a time you want someone to see you!) I used the birthing ball and did my breathing, doing all I knew to keep labor going. And I watched a few episodes of The Office. There's nothing like a little Steve Carrell to make you laugh and forget that your body is trying to squeeze out a human being. A few hours later I had made a bit of progress, so it seemed like things were going well.

Then my contractions started coming really sporadically. Another check and after about 10 hours I had made no progress. Talk about discouraging. So we decided to break my water. Let me tell you, that was funny! I won't go into detail, but my nurse and I just kept laughing. If the baby didn't drop after breaking my water, a c-section would be in order.

3 hours later and the final word came - I had made no progress. So I had been in labor for about 18 hours to no avail. We asked the doctor when the c-section would happen, thinking it would be a few hours. When he said it would be about 30 minutes, it was music to my ears. Brian and I looked at each other and I cried - we would see our baby in less than an hour! 9 long hard months would finally come to a close with the joy of holding our baby.

They sliced me open (and actually had to use the vacuum to get Nicholas's big ol' head out) and from behind the little blue curtain we heard a tiny squeak, and then a loud cry. Brian and I looked at each other and I burst into tears. They cleaned Nicholas up for a minute and then laid him on my chest. That moment was the best moment of my life. The most amazing, breathtaking, anticipated, and joy-filled moment I have ever experienced. His red hair was wet with curls and he had big fat cheeks. Brian sat next to me and we looked at each other and at Nicholas, both of us crying and smiling. Everyone in the room was shocked when they called out Nicholas's weight - 7 lbs, 13 oz. How did I make such a big baby? I was expecting a 6 pounder considering that I was 2 lbs 7oz when I was born. But I'm kind of proud that God formed such a healthy baby in my womb!

It turns out that I will have to have c-sections for all of my babies, as I'm just too small to deliver naturally. Nicholas's head never dropped because there wasn't enough room. It may sound weird, but I am so happy that I got to experience so may hours of labor. I had always dreamed of the moment where you have to pack your bags and go to the hospital and work through the pain to receive the prize in the end. From now on I'll just schedule the surgery instead of going into labor naturally. There's something about being able to share your birth story with other women and hear how their children entered the world, whether through natural birth, c-sections, or adoptions. I can't wait to tell Nicholas the story of how he was born.

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  1. I really like this post! Thank you for sharing :)

  2. My goodness! I read this is it sounds almost completely like my baby's birth story. I had him in January. I am 5' 1" and had to have a c-section as well. I actually dilated all the way to 10 centimeters...and then his head wouldn't descend because it was too big. he was 7 lbs. 8oz. (I was 5lb 1oz) Thank you so much for sharing your story. I have to admit I felt like such a failure going in to the c-section because of how much I had idolized natural the end I had to die to myself and trust that the Lord was in control and that in order for my baby to be safe and healthy a c-section was the only way to go!

    I will have to have c-sections with all my babies. my doctor just says i am way too little to have babies with such big heads. I admitted to my husband just the other night that I am kind of bummed that I won't actually labor ever again. but whatever way they come children are blessings!

    I just can't get over how similar our stories are! crazy! the Lord lead me to your blog at just the right time! :)

  3. Megan, I am so glad that I could encourage you with my story of Nicholas's birth. It was encouraging for me to read your comment, so thank you! Our stories are SO similar - I read your blog. My son and husband's middle names are James too :) How's that for similar! Happy 2 months to Micah, it only keeps getting better!


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