Quick recap: Wesley was an induced birth at 39 weeks I went to the hospital at 9pm and he was born around 10:30am the next morning, no issues. I had an epidural. Easton was induced at 38 weeks I went in at 4am and he was born around 11am, he was sunny side up and came out with the help of forceps. Another epidural, another “easy” birth.
April 28th, scheduled induction 39 weeks. We got to the hospital around 6am, since this was my third go around it seemed somewhat routine. Paperwork, IV’s, waiting, check cervix, more waiting, try to sleep (good luck), more waiting. After a couple of hours I was dilated a few centimeters and decided I was ready for my epidural. The anesthesiologist had finished up and I laid back down. Scott ran out to the car to get something so he wasn’t currently in the room. The nurse was filling out info on the computer and talking to me. My epidural was taking only on one side so she had me move around a little bit and put a pillow under one side, all of a sudden my water broke. I told the nurse that thankfully, was standing right there, she lifted up the blanket to check and that’s when the chaos started.
Not only did my water break but I was pouring out blood. The nurse stayed calm but I could tell she was a little panicked. The next thing I know 4 people run into the room. She had my OB on the phone within seconds explaining the situation. She managed to tell me in all the craziness, the baby had a heartbeat that was stable so she was fine. I on the other hand was going to need a C-section, I was losing a lot of blood and may need a transfusion. I can not explain the chaos of everything going on at once. As soon as she said C-section I was in tears, I sent Scott a text that said get in here fast. I had a nurse or two putting more iv’s in my other arm, one nurse attempting to clean up/control the blood all over the bed. My poor husband walks into a room full of people and me laying in a bloody mess. Next thing I know my doc is in there (wasn’t she just at her office several miles away?). She was so calm and so sweet explaining what was going on, it was most likely a partial placental abruption. They needed to get the baby out quickly in order to treat me and stop the bleeding. Then we were off to the OR.
It was freezing cold and super bright, Scott had to wait to come in until I was prepped. So I was feeling somewhat alone in a room with 8-10 people (maybe more). I had one nurse that stayed up by me, she told me everything that was going on and answered any questions I had. Scott was now on my other side, I don’t remember saying much to him. We both seemed to be in shock and just going through the motions. I could feel some pressure and tugging which is such a weird feeling, not painful just odd. Then she was out, I don’t remember hearing her cry, but I did ask if she was a girl! Having two boys and convinced I was having a third boy I had to know. I also remember asking/begging Scott to stand up and take a picture. He seemed reluctant, and I can’t blame him. There’s no telling what he would see on the other side of the sheet.
Scott checked on Lennon, she was a heathy 8lbs 2oz. I’m not sure how much longer we were in the OR. I was very light headed, it felt like my heart was racing, all I wanted to do was sleep. I asked the nurse through the oxygen mask if I was ok because I really didn’t feel well. She assured me that my vitals looked fine & that I was going to feel very tired because of the blood loss.
We were all taken back to the room where we would wait until it was time to go to a postpartum room. I finally got to hold Lennon, I was still very tired and struggling to stay awake. I was having conversation with Scott and the nurse but “sleeping” in between answering questions and talking. I ended up not needing a transfusion.
Photo: Sue Linke Photography
The c-section was a harder recovery than my previous two. Mentally and physically. It bothered me more than I would have thought. For the first couple weeks I really felt like my body had failed me. Walking, getting dressed, trying to do stuff around the house, it was a constant reminder that I had major surgery. I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that it was her birth day but the memory of that morning was filled with, nervousness, chaos, & fear. Once she was here it was a day filled with joy, and I try to focus on that part. Finally when I was healed more physically I started to feel better mentally as well. Consuming my placenta helped in the healing process, you can read more about that here. I also need to say that my husband was a trooper that day. He may have been freaking out on the inside but he did a great job staying positive and praying, which made me feel better.
When we were pregnant with Easton we had the name Lennon picked out as our girl name. I’m so happy we had a daughter so we could use it! Scott is a fan of The Beatles so she is named after John.