Olive's Birth Story
After a long overdue pregnancy and with a decision for induction, my sweet Olive Myra was born nine days past her due date, and it was an amazing experience.
This pregnancy was a whirlwind, so of course reaching the day of birthing Olive was a whirlwind in and of itself. I was a week overdue and had an induction date set for the next day. While I was anxious about being induced, I was also ready to meet baby sister.
I was told that on the day I was scheduled to be induced, L&D started calling people in at 4 AM. We had my mom stay over that night so that if we got called in super early, she’d be here to take care of Abby.
After little sleep, the morning came and went. I called into the birth center at my hospital twice and was told that they had a slew of women come in overnight and didn’t have space for me. At noon I began crying. I called my OB’s office and left a message about how frustrated I was. An hour later, I finally got the call to be there by 3 PM. We were on our way, though it was hard leaving Abby, who didn’t understand why she couldn’t come with us.
Walking into the hospital not in labor was weird. It was very calm, unlike the crazy of my first delivery, where I was in extreme active labor and wanted to curse all the people for asking me all those questions. I had wanted calm for this child birthing experience, and I felt like I was getting it, despite the fact that it was because I was being induced.
You want to know the biggest irony of this whole situation? Well, once in my birthing room, I went to the bathroom and changed into my gown, only to discover that I had just lost my mucus plug. My body was FINALLY showing me it was ready to give birth.
My doctor came in and said he decided to have me come in later in the day instead of waiting until the next day, though he wouldn’t be there to deliver Olive. I was fine with that. He knew I was ready. He ruptured my water and had me walk the halls for a couple of hours. I began to feel small contractions, but nothing too painful and nothing regular enough. So the decision was made to start me on Pitocin, which meant that I would have to be constantly monitored to make sure Olive was OK, but I was still able to get out of bed, utilize the birthing ball and really do anything I wanted, including using the bathroom, as long as I was within cord’s reach.
Once the contractions started getting more intense, I opted to try out the birthing ball. It really helped. After about an hour or so, my nurse came back to check on me and could tell by reading how my contractions were going that there was a good chance Olive was sunny side-up. I needed to move into a different position to help open my pelvis and get her to move. I first tried hands and knees in the bed, and that’s when the contractions really started to get going. As I mostly felt them in my back (another sign she was facing the wrong way for birth,), my hands and knees were unbearable, so I moved to lying on my side with pillows between my legs.
I really don’t know how much time passed at this point, but I did know that the contractions were intensifying quickly. I had this desire to try to birth Olive as naturally as possible, so with every contraction, I squished my husband’s hand and repeated in my head, “I’m not afraid of the pain. I’m not afraid of the pain. This pain will pass. It’s not permanent.” With the little bit of research I was able to muster up as a busy working mama, I knew pain management was all about the head game. In a matter of moments, though, the pain became too much. My nurse knew of my desire to try to go without an epidural and offered Stadol to take the edge off for a bit. I decided to give it a shot. However, the only thing it did was make me feel intoxicated when I wasn’t having a contraction, and I could still feel the intense back contractions.
I kept giving myself self-talks to try to work through the pain. My husband made me open my eyes and breathe with him. Having him there to help me focus was helping, but then all of a sudden the contractions were coming so close together. I had only a minute between most of them and was at a loss for dealing with the pain when I didn’t have enough time to catch my breath. This is exactly what happened when I delivered Abby. Once my body gets going, it doesn’t stop.
After some more self-talk to get through the decision, I finally decided to get an epidural. With Abby I never got one because of how quickly I progressed and I didn’t want to miss the window this time. So many people I know have delivered sans epidural. I’ve read so many stories of mamas powering through it. I felt like I was giving up. But then I told myself that it was the best decision for me. I couldn’t let others influence me. I couldn’t let the pressure of natural is best get to me. This was me. I knew my limit, and I had reached it.
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