Micah's Birth Story

There's so much to write about my little miracle, but I guess the place to begin is with his coming into this world.

We went to the hospital around 7:30 am, I'd been having contractions all night and they were going to help them along. My little boy was coming at last! I was so nervous that I'd cried and stressed all night long. We weren't sure if he was going to come that day or not, but with contractions that were so close together and steady we had a good guess. We arrived with our bag (mostly filled with snacks for Urian. Juice for me), and we were shown to our room. Finally it was a delivery room, not the rooms that they'd put us in the times before to help stop my preterm labor. It was happening for sure now! Soon I was hooked up, my water broke, and the pain began!

They said I dilated really quickly for a first time mother, and that could account for some of the intense pain. The rest could be accounted for when we found out he was on a nerve in my back. I was SO afraid of epidurals and was wanting a natural birth. I did not count on so much pain. I threw up a good three times, almost passed out once, and cried for about three and a half hours before I agreed to the epidural.

 About choosing last minute not to do a natural birth... I'm glad. I was in so much pain, I wasn't able to enjoy the moment, and it didn't slow down my labor at all. After I got it I was able to kiss my husband, watch netflix with him, and enjoy waiting for my baby to arrive. It was a truly happy and joyous time.

Unfortunately, Micah changed his mind about coming out and decided to fight our plans. He'd been trying for months and months to come out, landing me in bed most days and in hospitals the rest. And then when we finally gave him permission, he wanted to stay in! I pushed for three hours with no movement on his part. They tried to help with medicine and still NOTHING. His heart rate was getting dangerously low from him being in so much stress with no movement and they had to call the Ob/Gyn in.

When she got there and checked me, watching me push as hard as I could and seeing no movement, she decided that it was time for a C-section. This scared me and I told her I didn't want one. She said that I could try exactly two pushes with forceps, and if he moved we'd try and get him out that way. Obviously I wanted to try this. It all happened so quickly after that.

 He came out in three pushes and one time throwing up, which it turns out was a good way to push. It was so quick. All of a sudden there was crying, they handed me a beautiful perfect baby, and his cord was cut. Nobody even had time to move the throw up pail before he was on me! Of course I made somebody grab it so he wouldn't touch it. I couldn't believe this perfect boy was mine. All too soon he was whisked away because of the difficult pregnancy and labor. They took him to make sure everything was okay. Urian followed with our little camera and stayed with him to make sure everything was okay while they checked him over.

Little did I know, but I was hemorrhaging at this moment and the Ob/Gyn was giving me medication and upping my fluids while she was stitching me up. Everything was okay, and after about ten minutes it was all over. The whole time I was just trying to see my baby. Urian had come back to me while the hemorrhaging was going on to make sure I was okay as well. I kept telling him our baby was perfect. We were both crying. I was sobbing uncontrollably, actually. And, not quite as quick as I would have liked, I was FINALLY given back my handsome little man. I just stroked him and loved him. He nursed like a champ and while they watched to make sure the bleeding was actually done we were together as a family. It was the happiest hour of my life, honestly.

 I'll post what happened in the next three days tomorrow, for now it's time to cuddle with my little family and go to bed. Little one is asleep and it's time to pry my husband from his screen too!