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.
You see, I had meconium in my amniotic fluid. It wasn’t super dark, but still there was concern for Olive. I remembered Abby was vacuumed out because her heart rate wasn’t recovering after each push. While Olive’s heart rate was doing fine, they were taking all sorts of precautions. Once the OB attending was there, it only took three more pushes and Olive was out. It was quite amazing. No vacuum needed. My body did it on its own. Seriously, I got to a point where I told the nurse in between contractions that I could feel her moving down without me pushing. It was quite surreal.
The doctor couldn’t hold her up to me right away because apparently the umbilical cord was short. Olive didn’t cry immediately, but as soon as she was suctioned, she did. The cord was cut, and she was rushed over to the Pediatrician and the NICU nurse. It seemed like an eternity. I was getting so worried. But then the doctor looked up, smiled and said Olive was perfectly fine. What a sigh of relief! My husband was right there by her side the whole time. His eyes, welling up with tears of joy, were met with my eyes and tears of joy. Euphoria took over. Our little girl was finally here.
There was a delay, though, of me getting to hold her. I had a stubborn baby who took her time coming out, and now my stubborn placenta, with its super short umbilical cord, did not want to budge. The doctor massaged my belly for about 20 or 30 minutes, hoping to get it to move, but it was a no-go. So he had to intervene to get it out. But once it was out, everything was great. I got to hold Olive and began nursing her soon enough. The nurse had waited to put the antibiotics in her eyes so as I nursed her, we were able to begin our bonding as mother and daughter sans cloudy vision. It was pure bliss.
Overall, this labor and delivery was a completely different experience than my first. I wanted calm. I wanted control. I wanted to have a voice. And I was open to whatever may come as far as pain management, which was the respite I needed to feel that calm and control. I have no regrets about being induced or getting an epidural, especially as it turns out my body did most of its work sans Pitocin.
Mostly, though, I’m so very grateful for my labor and delivery nurses I had throughout my nine-ish hour labor. They were so supportive and open to having me try everything I could and were there for me, along with my amazing husband, during the hardest parts of labor. They listened to whatever I requested, whatever I wanted. It takes a village after all.
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