It is with a heart full of gratitude that I introduce you to Everest Finn, our sweet baby boy that was born last month on April 2nd. Here we are 6 weeks postpartum and its time for me to finally share with you our story. I did not plan on waiting 6 weeks to tell about our birthing story, however, I also did not expect to give birth to Everest at 32 (almost 33 weeks).
It was Friday, April 1st, when I decided to go in to get checked and see if there were any changes going on with my body and the pregnancy. I had been feeling for a couple weeks more exhausted than normal and just felt like my body was going through a change but was not sure, and I wanted baby Everest to stay in as long as he could. I had my prenatal appointment earlier that week and asked my doctor to do some lab work on me to rule out any deficiencies such as low iron or vitamin D that could be causing my extra fatigue. Everything came back normal and great actually. Finally, on Friday April 1st, after talking to a dear friend and her reminding me that when I felt like there may have been a change going on with my body with my last pregnancy, I ended up being 7 1/2 cm dilated, so I decided that it would probably be best to go ahead and get checked out.
Now one thing you need to know is that I have never really experienced pain during labor and have always had quick labors, so that explains why I didn’t realize that I was already 7 1/2 cm dilated with my last pregnancy. I don’t mean to boast about not having pain, and I’m aware that is not the norm, however, I am very, very grateful. Don’t hate me mamas.
I texted Tim throughout the day while he was at work to keep him updated. I told him that I was going to go ahead and get checked out, but that I would just wait until he gets home from work that evening so he wouldn’t have to take off early. I also wanted to get some more things done and prepped at home and with my business. So I took my time and finished the laundry and did some work. When Tim got home, we went ahead and ate dinner and then he fed the animals and put them up for the night while I finished folding some more laundry and finishing up some more work. It was bed time for the kids when we finally decided to leave and head for the hospital. We almost did not go at all that night. Tim and I were tired and just wanted to stay home and relax and we were contemplating just waiting it out and maybe going sometime during the weekend. But I just had a feeling that I needed to go ahead and go get checked and get it over with. Good thing I did…
We get to the hospital and checked into labor & delivery (good thing I had just registered myself earlier that same week) and when I checked in it was not very busy that night so they put me in a room fairly quickly. I really was totally relaxed and just ready to get back home after verifying that everything is good to go. I went ahead and gave a copy of my birthing plan to put into my files for labor & delivery and nursery so that they would have it for when it is really time for birthing.
Everything happened pretty fast because like I said, they were not busy at that time. I agreed to get checked to see if I had dilated any. The nurse, Tim, and I were all pretty shocked to find out that I was 7-8cm dilated just like my last pregnancy when I went in to get checked! I started to get a little nervous because I had not fully prepared myself mentally to be having a baby that night. So then I told my husband that I guess we won’t be going back home and looks like we will be meeting baby Everest sooner than later. I started to calm down some and accept this fact, but then came the ultrasound.
I was asked if I knew what position baby was in and I quickly replied that he is head down and has been head down for a while now. He was head down just a couple weeks before hand and had been head down for a while, and I had been feeling his hiccups down low even that night, so I thought for sure he was still head down. So, imagine my shock as I am told that he is breech (bottom down).
That’s when I got nervous again. I remembered during my last pregnancy that my doctor said she was definitely willing to let me give birth naturally even if I had a breech baby (thank goodness I didn’t then), and so I started to contemplate in my mind either birthing a breech baby or maybe I had time to try to get baby to turn. Baby was measuring bigger than normal according to the ultrasound. Then, the nurse tells me that my doctor was not on call that weekend at all and that no one from her office was either and so I was going to have to use the midwife that was on call for my doctor’s office that is actually from another practice. Oh boy, this night was becoming a roller coster for my emotions.
Shortly after my ultrasound, the nurse came in to tell me that she called my doctor to inform her of the situation and that she was on her way to the hospital to do a c-section with me. That did it. I just couldn’t handle anymore surprises that night. I needed to take a break from everything and everyone except for Tim. Thankfully, I had enough time to do just that. Tim said a prayer with me, we had time to discuss our thoughts, and afterwards, I felt at peace with everything that was happening. I didn’t understand why everything was happening the way it was, but I was okay with it all and knew it would be just fine.
I was very appreciative that my doctor was willing to come for me even though she was not on call. When she came, she explained to me that she wanted to let me just give birth naturally even though baby was breech, but when she heard that via ultrasound he was measuring bigger than normal and breech, she felt that it would be best to do a c-section, especially since he was early. Now if any other doctor told me that, I probably would have questioned him/her and wanted more time to discuss other options. I absolutely did not want to have to be cut open. However, I knew my doctor well enough to know that she really felt that this was the right option for me and so I trusted her. As I said, I had already felt at peace about everything before she even came.
I remember looking up at the clock and seeing that it was almost midnight before being taken back to start prepping for surgery and thinking that I was glad by the time the baby was born, it would no longer be April 1st (April Fools Day). Tim was able to be by my side during the whole procedure and I was so comforted that he was. Everest was born at 1:45A.M. Everything went really well with the surgery and during the surgery, my doctor says that she feels that having the c-section may have been a blessing after all because my uterus was paper thin. I had a spinal/epidural to just numb me for the surgery so that I could be awake during the whole time. My body is so sensitive though to anesthesia that I began feeling really sleepy and drowsy by the time Everest came out. When he first came out, I got a chance to see him and hear his sweet first cries and my heart just melted. He was perfect and I felt pure bliss. By the time they finished checking him out on the side and doing their thing when babies are first born in the hospital and then brought him back over to me (which really was only a few minutes), I was out. When I woke up, I was in the recovery room.
After I was brought to my room and the numbness wore off, my husband wheeled me to the NICU where they brought Everest. They ended up putting him on the CPAP (Continuous Postive Airway Pressure) to help him with his breathing as he was having a little respiratory distress. Other than that, he was doing well and they took him off the CPAP very shortly after. I was told that I could not hold him though until they did his head ultrasound when he is about 6 days old. So for almost the first week, I was only able to touch my baby and hold his hands through his isolate and that was a tough week for me emotionally. It was even more emotional when I was discharged a few days later, but had to leave my baby in the hospital. The NICU doctors kept telling me that he would probably be in there for about a month or more, but I knew he would not be in there long. After they did his ultrasound, they finally let me start nursing him in addition to feeding him my milk through a tube and from there, he just kept improving with everything (weight, breathing, etc.) and he was able to go home after a little over 2 weeks. It seriously was a long 2 weeks and 3 days for me and Tim as we were practically living at the hospital the whole time. I would get up early in the morning and drive to the hospital to be there for his first morning feeding and stay until late at night for his last feeding before midnight. Some nights, we stayed until much later. I had to pump milk for his tube feedings and did not want him to be without my milk so staying there until the wee hours of the morning sometimes happened. It was a rough couple weeks but he’s home now and we are so grateful that he is doing so well. He is growing fast and I am completely enjoying every moment as I know he won’t be this small very long. I will blink and he will be grown. It really does feel that way as I have 3 adult children now as well.
It was definitely not what I had planned and intended our birthing to be. I had my birthing plan all planned out and was prepared for having my natural birth, but my Heavenly Father had other plans for us instead. I could have complained or chose to follow the natural feelings that pop up of being depressed or dwelling on what all played out. However, I choose to accept the way it all worked out and honestly, I really cannot complain. I healed quickly, baby did so well he went home early, we both are healthy and feel amazing! I am so happy with our big family and like all of our other children, Everest brings so much joy into our family’s lives. This mama’s heart is full of gratitude and love.