I have had several comments and emails asking whether I would post Henry’s birth story. I honestly never really read birth stories on other blogs. Mostly, because they are long. (Just being honest.) And also because I figured that every birth is so different.
However, I started writing this post in June and in the interest of documenting the story before I lose it in my memory, I figured I’d share. If you aren’t interested, come back another day. (I’m talking to you, anonymous commenter who cannot “get behind me turning into a baby blog.”) If you are interested – here goes. And it’s disgustingly long.
It is a story that started out kind of not great, but ended up being perfect because we brought our little guy into the world.
At this point, everything we wanted to avoid had happened. But, we knew that a c-section was a major surgery, there were major risks, and that the recovery period would likely be longer and more difficult. When the doctor came back, we still hadn’t made a decision and asked her some questions. After talking about the procedure, the risks, the recovery, she confirmed my fears that I probably would not be allowed to breastfeed for the 24 hours after surgery. This was probably my worst fear at this point, because I was adamant about breastfeeding and didn’t want to wait that long for fear he wouldn’t latch. However, she assured me that we’d do everything we could (pump, etc.) to make breastfeeding successful.
Finally, we asked the doctor for her take. She said that she getting increasingly concerned about my blood pressure and the fact that baby’s head wasn’t coming down. She recommended that we get that baby out now.
Ryan got dressed in his scrubs. The entire process was explained to us and then I was wheeled into the operating room. Ryan would come in after everything was prepped. I didn’t like that at all because I really wanted him with me the entire time.
We got to hold and cuddle and coo over Henry, and I was so thankful that I got to see him right away. I also got permission from the pediatrician to nurse right away as well, which made me so happy I nearly cried. I wasn’t expecting that at all. (Now, if only breastfeeding was as easy as getting permission.)
Both of our parents got to come in and see us and Henry right away. I was shaking pretty severely, which I was told is normal.
When we talked to our doctor, we learned that Henry has his cord wrapped around his neck twice. That’s why he wasn’t coming down when I was being induced. In the end, our doctor told us that we likely would have had to have a caesarean even if I had gone into labor. That really solidified the decision we made. Ryan smiled and said, “I guess momma knows best.”
Then, we had the opportunity to bask in the glow of new parenthood. (And I got to eat the best crackers and broth I’d ever tasted.)
We were a mom and dad. We had a son.