I've always wanted to write down Brady and Lela's birth stories. Now, that I have a blog this is a great place to do it! First up...Brady! I'm going to start a couple days before he was born. It was a Thursday, October 14th, I was 39 weeks pregnant and so ready to meet our baby. I went to the doctor after work and told the doctor I was just ready for it to all be over with. She told me that they were willing to induce me and we could go ahead and meet our little boy. Since I was so anxious and getting impatient, I agreed. They gave me the number to the hospital and told me to call in the morning at 7am. I called work, told them I wouldn't be there till I returned from maternity leave, and was expecting to have our little boy in our arms on Friday. I woke up early (without sleeping much that night) and called the hospital. They told me that they didn't have any rooms and I would have to call back in a couple hours! Noooo! I was not expecting to hear that. So I called a couple hours later, and this time they said that Dr. Rush would like to reschedule my induction for Monday morning. I was so disappointed. After I got over it and realized that it was all in God's plan, I enjoyed the day shopping with my Momma. The next day, Chad and I went to my parent's house to hang out and watch football. My cousins, Alayna and Anthony, and his wife Kay came over to hang out too. My dad made his signature hot wings, which I was hoping would put me into labor. Around 5:00pm I started having contractions. It was the hot wings! :) They were around 10-20 minutes apart, not painful, and I kept telling myself (and everyone else) that it was nothing, probably just braxton hicks. In the meantime all the girls decided to go to the mall. We walked around for a couple hours and I kept feeling the contractions. I was getting nervous because they started to be consistent. We went home that night and my cousins came with us to spend the night. I decided to go to bed, remembering what the nurse in our labor class told us...which was to labor at home. I told Chad that if it were true labor, then my contractions would get painful enough that I would be woken up. Sure enough....my contractions woke me up at 1:00am. They started to get uncomfortable and I began timing them, they were 3-5 minutes apart. I told Chad we should probably go to the hospital and we started getting ready. I woke up my cousin, Alayna, who was sleeping on the couch in the living room and told her we were going to the hospital and I would let them know what was going on when we got there. I called my parents on the way and told them the same. We left for the hospital around 2:30am.
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| Right before leaving for the hospital |
When we got to the hospital, Chad walked me into the ER and I told the nurse that I thought I was in labor. I was wheeled to labor and delivery, given a robe, and hooked up on the monitors. The nurse was getting the paperwork ready and watching my contractions on the screen. She told me that I was in labor and they were going to admit me. Whoo Hoo! After only being there an hour or so, I was filling out paperwork while the nurse stood next to me in front of the monitor screen. All of a sudden she starts moving and shaking the monitors on my belly. My heart dropped, what was happening? From there, I remember a team of nurses running into my room, one told me to turn around and get on all fours... one put an oxygen mask on me...another tells me it would be uncomfortable but she had to check inside me. While all this was going on, all I could do was pray. Pray my baby was going to be okay and pray that I was going to be okay. Moments later, I found out that Brady's heart rate had dropped, the position I was in and the oxygen was to help it come back up. The nurse that was checking me, was actually checking for the cord and making sure it wasn't wrapped around Brady's neck. I've never been so scared in my entire life. The doctor wasn't even there yet and the anesthesiologist was in the hospital somewhere sleeping, it was just me, Chad, and the nurses. Chad and I started praying. They gave Chad scrubs and me an epidural. They were preparing us for an emergency c-section. My entire pregnancy I wanted to do this birth as natural as possible, but it was already not going as "planned".
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| Getting some extra oxygen to Brady |
My parents and sister made it to the hospital. They immediately knew something was wrong when they saw the oxygen mask and scrubs.We told them the story and saw the look of concern come over their faces. Dr. Rush finally made it to the hospital and told us that since Brady was now "behaving", he would let me labor instead of doing a c-section. I got to 7 cm and he came into the room to break my water. After breaking my water, he was washing his hands and joking around with my dad. A nurse opens the door and says, "What's going on in here?" She was looking at the screen in the hallway at the nurses station. Dr. Rush looked at the monitor screen in the room and tells us Brady's heart rate is back down and it's time for the c-section. They didn't waste anytime and I didn't waste anytime crying either. This was the one thing I didn't want to happen and it was happening. The anesthesiologist pumps me with more epidural medicine and they start wheeling me down the hallway. I remember hearing the anesthesiologist telling me that everything was going to be okay and this was best for the baby. The labor and delivery operation room was being used and they had to take me on the elevator to an OR in the basement! Yes, the basement of the hospital. I remember hearing the nurses talking about how they had never been in that room and didn't know where anything was. I guess they forgot that I was still awake and could hear everything they said. Next thing I know, the doctor is poking around where he's going to make the incision and asked if I could feel anything. Well, I couldn't until he started cutting. It was a sharp burning sensation that I've never experienced before. Eventually, at 7:42 am, he pulled Brady out and we heard his first cry. It was the sweetest sound and I praised God for getting him into this world safe and healthy.
Our healthy baby boy, 7 lbs 2 oz , 20 inches
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