RealMama week, day 5
Enjoy this reader's story about her journey to motherhood. Thank you to Amanda, for your genuine portrait of your birth story is a perfect piece for RealMama week.
The Perpetual Birth Plan Kink:
"You're going to need a C section"
It was February 8th, 2011 and I had a routine doctor's appointment. I was 39 weeks pregnant and just waiting for labor to kick in. The doctor had been telling me my entire pregnancy that I was measuring big for my gestational age, but showed no concern for my size. I am only 5'3", I had a belly that was really out there! The doctor told me at 38 weeks that if the baby was measuring over 9lbs that a c-section would be my best option for mine and the baby's safety. 39 weeks came, we went to get the ultrasound and he was measuring in the 90th percentile for length and weight...at 9lbs, 14oz! The c-section was scheduled for that night and the next few days are a blurry haze of phone calls, delivery, recovery...and life begins with my new son!
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He was born a week early to the day of his due date, a beautiful healthy boy weighing 8lbs 13oz and 20.5" long. The c-section was scheduled for 7pm on February 8th, it was 2pm when I left the doctors office and
I had to be at the hospital at 4!
The first person I called was my mom, who lives 4 hours away, to tell her today was the day and she had to hurry and get down here. Many calls later, my husband and I were sure we had notified everyone. We left the doctors office and ran a few errands and went home to get our stuff. It all seemed so surreal at that point, we were about to be parents and our lives were going to change forever...
I had already had my bags packed quite a few weeks ago, so we just relaxed (to the best of our ability at that point) and waited to go to the hospital, savoring our last few moments of life with just the two of us. Arriving at the hospital, things started immediately; my prep for my c-section pretty much started from the minute I got there. I actually got into the operating room to have him earlier than scheduled, I was scheduled for a 7pm delivery and ended up having him at 6:44pm. I think we were actually in the operating room an hour ahead of schedule.
My husband was setting up our room with all of our stuff and we were just getting settled in and the nurses came in and said they had the operating room ready and were going to take me early...see why this day was such a blur? I didn't even get to really see or hold my son for hours after he was born. I held him for a few minutes while they wheeled me back to my room, but after that he was placed on a warmer on the other side of the room while my family all came in and "oohed" and "aah-ed" over him for an hour or so. We ended up leaving the hospital 2 days early because we were both doing so well. I had been up walking and showering the next day without pain meds, and my son wasn't jaundiced, and he was breastfeeding like a champ, so the hospital didn't feel it necessary to keep us there the full stay.
I now have a big, beautiful, exclusively breastfed, healthy, strong, smart baby boy who is (unbelievably) 4 months old now. I find it hard to believe it's been 4 months already, but I love watching him grow and change everyday. I am looking forward to seeing what new developments come in this next month and all the months to come in his life.
What was your birth story like? Planned, emergency, did it go as it thought you would- why/why not?
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