Eden's Birth Story, Part I

Friday, September 7, 2012

DISCLAIMER: Before I got pregnant, and while I was pregnant, I vowed to keep some things "under wraps" on this blog. I just felt like they were far too personal to share out on this open thing called cyber space. While I was pregnant, I wrote letters to Eden. Letters that I knew would one day would be just between me and her. I'm thankful that I chose not to share them. Some things are just meant to be that way. In regards to sharing my birth story, I pretty much knew I didn't want to share that either. Well, some things change after you have a baby. Well, quite frankly, a whole bunch of a lot changes (wink wink)... but her birth story specifically I changed my mind about. There are a few reasons, but mainly there are three. First off, I definitely wanted to write it all out to help preserve it in my memory. It was one of the most incredible events of my life and I knew that if I didn't document the specifics, that I would (and trust me,  I already have started to as a result of post-partum-mommy-brain) start to forget them. Secondly, I have family and friends that read this blog and I figured that it would be neat for them to read, and not only hear, our birth story for the first time or even over again. And lastly, I really found myself with a profound desire to encourage other women who are pregnant and who are expecting their firstborns and who are petrified of giving birth. After all, you never know what it's like until you've gone through it, and until you've done it, everyone sure does like to give you their unsolicited opinion about what to expect. I want to help alleviate any fears they may have and encourage them that, yes, it will be hard work but yes, you will get through it.

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Writing this birth story will probably be the most daunting blog post I will ever publish. I don't really think there are enough words that I could possibly ever type that will ever truly convey the depth of emotion that one goes through giving birth.

August 5, 2012, was my due date. I found myself with my mom, who had flown in from San Diego a few days before, in church. There we were, singing worship songs and listening to the sermon. And all I remember doing was praying over and over again that Eden would make her grand appearance that night. I remember her kicking me like crazy as I sang along to each song and thinking, "Today is the day."
Well, Eden has a mind of her own, as we all know now. And August 5th was not the day.

So, we lived life like we normally do. We ran errands, went to the pool and just relaxed and waited on her. I remember watching Brad Paisley's music video for "
Waiting on A Woman" and George Strait's "I Saw God Today" and just bawling my eyes out. You really get to a point in the last couple of days of pregnancy where your hormones reach a peak of true craziness. So, we waited on our little woman... and waited and waited and waited...



That Tuesday, August 7th, I had a routine doctor's visit where I was told I was still around 2.5 cm dilated and around 80/85% effaced. My doctor scheduled me for an induction for that Saturday, August 11th. That Thursday, August 9th, I had to go in for a stress test to make sure that everything was going okay since I had passed my due date. It was the first time that I had ever been hooked up to an external fetal monitor (I had always just heard her heartbeat via a doppler) and my mom and I were able to hear Eden's heartbeat for a full, beautiful 25 minutes or so. My contractions were also monitored and I was able to get validation that what I had been feeling were, indeed, the real deal. I was having contractions around 3 minutes apart and they were consistent. The nurse that was attending to me checked me again and encouraged me by telling me that I had dilated and effaced a little bit more. She said there was a possibility that they would admit me if she got a doctor's approval. So she left and when she came back she proceeded to announce that I wasn't progressed enough for them to admit me but that all I needed from my baby was a "good, strong kick" and Eden would most likely break my bag of waters and I'd be good to go. I wish she hadn't told me that. It was just one more thing that got me excited and disappointed all over again when nothing happened.

On Friday, the 10th, I just didn't have a peace about being induced the next day. I was progressing naturally and my contractions were becoming more and more consistent and stronger. I really wanted to do everything I possibly could to avoid being induced with drugs like Pitocin. After all, haven't we all heard the horror stories? Ugh. So my mom and I did a lot of walking, we went to the pool (which totally subdued my contractions), I chugged red raspberry leaf tea, popped Primrose Oil pills and
Joshua even took us off-roading a few times. Nothing.

So I called my doctor and asked if I could post-pone my induction date. She was at the hospital on a 24 hour shift that Saturday, so of course she wanted me induced on a date when she would be the most readily available. But she was awesome and totally understood and respected my decision to wait a few more days. So we scheduled it for Monday, August 13th.



On Saturday, the 11th, my dad and brother drove in from San Diego and the next day so did my in-laws. I thought that surely, all I needed was some more family members to come in and that Eden would finally get the hint that it was time. On Sunday night, we all sat around our dining room table eating soup and watched Eden do crazy rolls and kicks in my belly. I felt her hiccup inside me and we all felt her little feet on my sides when we poked at them. That last week I really had felt her grow. At that point, I could feel everything: her head, legs, arms... it sounds crazy, but she was that big that it was decipherable. My contractions were so consistent and getting so much stronger that we all thought I was on the verge of going into labor. Nope. So we all went to bed, and I just had to accept that I'd be induced the next day. I actually slept wonderfully that night, much to my surprise. Our bags were packed and we were ready to go. There was nothing left to stress about. But I was really, really disappointed about being induced. But I wanted to meet our baby most of all.

We woke up the next morning around 6 am and Joshua made me a protein-packed breakfast. The great thing about being induced is that I was able to get prepared and look decent-- shaved my legs, put on makeup and wore something cute to the hospital. After all, we'd be looking at these pictures for decades to come, right? :) We left the house at 6:45 am to ensure that we'd make it to the hospital in time for our 7:30 am induction. The whole way to the hospital, I kept praying that my water would break...


To be continued...

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lucy at dear beautiful boy said...

It's so funny that you had reservations about sharing your birth story. I wrote mine down, but similarly to you, just didn't feel initially like it was something I wanted to share in such a public way. I didn't have a bad labour, but it was long and wasn't at all how I had planned it would be, and I suddenly came to a point where I wanted to share it. I found it really therapeutic in the end to share it and for all the reasons you state for writing yours, I am so glad that I shared mine.
I've loved reading part one, can't wait to read more! X

Katie {katie lately} said...

to be continued?!?!?! girl!!!! I was just getting into it! haha!

Liz said...

You can't leave us hanging like that!?!?! :)

Erika said...

i am honored to read your story! can't wait for the next installation. :)

Hollie Ann said...

Thanks for sharing!! I'm really curious and scared what it ei be like for me someday & I love your writing style.

But way to leave us hangin!!!!!

Janelle said...

Your story cracks me up because so far it is exactly like mine! I am glad you are sharing. I went a week past my due date, had to do a stress test, had to be induced and both our girls weighed the same. I can't wait to read the rest of your story! I'm interested to see if your water broke...

Heather Leigh Riley said...

Thanks for sharing love! It's a encouragement to me considering I will be going into labor the next two months! ;) But the "2 b continued?" really?? lol

Erin Lauray said...

Can't wait to hear the rest!! :)

Kassi Mortensen said...

I'm one of those ones that is scared to death of labor... haha. :) SO I REALLY appreciate you sharing your story. Excited to read more!

George Strait said...

George Strait's "I Saw God Today" and just bawling my eyes out.AGreed!