My birth story begins after what seemed like an eternity of pregnancy (in a way, and in a way it went by so quickly) my beautiful baby Evan Joseph was born. He was not supposed to come until August 13th, via scheduled c-section (breech baby) but decided to come early on August 3rd.
I woke up at 4:00 a.m. on that Monday having what I thought were some kind of heinous bowel cramps. I mean, heck, I had been constipated! I had a regular OB appointment at 8:00 a.m. so I just decided to wait it out and struggled through the pains, which I was still not convinced were labor pains.
I had my mother drive me to the doctor since the pains were coming regularly and were pretty horrible already. My doctor checked my cervix and said that I was only 1-2 cm, and that I should come back in 4 hours if I was still having pain. Needless to say, 4 hours later, I was waddling into labor & delivery. I was placed in the last available bed (busy night) which was in a recovery room (more like a broom closet). They actually told me that there was a girl who came in after me who was laboring on a bench in the waiting room. Apparently I got there just in time.
The big question that everyone asks me is: “Why did they make you suffer through contractions if your baby was breech and you were already supposed to have a c-section?” Well, they do not like to take a baby before 39 weeks if at all possible, so they required that I have “significant progress” before delivering the baby. Pretty frustrating. While I certainly did NOT want to have my baby early, I also did not want to be in labor for a long period of time and then have a c-section to boot.
My birth story finally takes a turn!
Finally, after reaching 6cm and feeling some really horrific contractions (for 15 hours total) which were coming close, they decided to do my surgery. I was administered a spinal, and before I knew it, my baby was being pulled from my body. Seeing him raised above the drape was the biggest relief. His little eyes were wide open, and soon he was screaming his lungs out. Such a wonderful sound.
Zach was there at my side during the surgery, and our beautiful child was born at 7:40 p.m. on August 3rd, weighing 7lbs. 6oz., and was 19.5 inches long. This breech baby birth story? Turned out OK.
I can’t believe it’s already been almost 3 weeks since he was born. I still feel like I am pregnant at moments. This has been such an amazingly profound journey so far, and while it chokes me up a little to retell my birth story, I can’t even fathom what the future holds, but I am looking forward to it!
Do you have a breech birth story? Tell me, what makes your birth story special or unique?