ho doesn’t love a good birth story?! I figure since we’re just starting to get to know each other a story about me pushing my baby out would bring us real close, real fast. Here goes:
On April 17th Marc and I went out for dinner on what we were jokingly calling our last hurrah. Leo wasn’t due for another 11 days so we naively thought we had time. By they way I’m not setting you up for a wild “…and then my water broke in the restaurant” scenario. It was actually just a nice evening at LOV in the old port that actually did end up being out last hurrah. Plus it’s an excuse to post a fancy pic of us before the inevitable barrage of sleep deprived mom photos that are coming.
Anyway, I woke up at 10am on April 19th to pee, which as you know we pregnant woman do 6540 times a night. When I finished I started going upstairs and realized I was leaking down my leg! My first thought, “oh great Im already a pee leaking mom…” I hurried back to the bathroom and something just seemed off. I yelled up to Marc “um babe, i think I’m leaking!” In hindsight this was not the best choice of words as Marc raced downstairs asking “what? What do you mean? From where?” A few texts later, one of which involved my sister instructing me to crouch and cough, and i called labour and delivery. They told me to come in so I did what any rational woman would do in that situation, I went back to bed. To be fair I wasn’t having contractions and was pretty sure I had lots of time! To top it all off, Marc (who has a full time job from home), had a huge filming contract that day. I waited for him to bring the equipment down the street and told my best friend that I would probably go to L&D alone because it was most likely nothing. Having had a baby only five weeks before she calmly told me that this was not an option. Afterwards I remember her telling me, “only you would be that chill going into labour that you would think to yourself, ah it’s cool I’ll go alone”. To be fair I really did think it was a false alarm! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
When I showed up to L&D around 1pm the nurse at the desk looked at me sternly and said “we thought you weren’t coming, what took you so long?!” Now that is not the welcome I was expecting. I actually thought they would be glad I didn’t rush in for no reason. This was not the case, at least two other nurses scolded me for waiting too long. It was actually a pretty awful way to start the experience, especially because in the end they simply tested the fluid, confirmed my water broke, checked that I was only 1cm dilated and had me wait in triage for three hours until a room opened up. My contractions started around 2:45pm and were pretty chill. I actually wasn’t sure they had started yet, but the nurse hooked me up to a monitor and showed me that yep, he’s on his way!
Getting to my delivery room was surreal. Marc and I set everything up and settled in for what was sure to be a long day. My doctor came in to say hi and do a quick check. She told me that she was going to have dinner and would come back around 9pm because nothing much would happen before that. She said the main thing she wanted me to remember is that if at any point I felt like I needed to poop, I should ask for the nurse immediately. For some reason I didn’t ask why and just nodded. Poor Marc did the same. Honestly the next few hours unfolded how I expected. Contractions were getting progressively stronger and closer together, but I felt like I was still a long way off. At one point the nurse asked how I was doing, I told her I was fine and that the contractions must not be that strong yet. When she looked at me and said, “actually they’re quite strong you’re just dealing well”, I felt like a warrior woman! Damn right I’m dealing well, do you know who you’re talking to? The master birther that’s who!
Unfortunately this Wonder Woman façade faded quickly as not long after things got real, and fast. Around 7pm I started feeling like I couldn’t sit down or get comfortable in any way except for bouncing on the ball. And then it came… the nausea. Let me just take a moment to inform you that I HATE vomiting. For some reason it makes me cry. So of course I vomited on the floor and just kept apologizing. At this point I started considering an epidural. Initially I had hoped to avoid one, but being that this was my first time I was realistic in the fact that I had no idea what to expect. I kept asking Marc, “should I get it? I don’t want it too early, for the love of god make this freaking decision for me!” He of course was not down with seeing me in pain so thought I should get it and eventually I asked. Did I mention that L&D was unusually busy that day? So we waited….and waited.
Okay time out. Can I just point out how great Marc was during this time? I was in pain, couldn’t get comfortable, and had no idea what I wanted and he just took the lead. Rubbing my back, my head, and when I wanted to stand he held me up and swayed with me. Which is still my second favourite moment of that day.
Alright now back to the task at hand. Waiting…. and waiting for the epidural. By 9pm my doctor showed up and as soon as she looked at me she said, “now that’s the face I was looking for”. I don’t know if it was a terror face, or a help me face but whatever face it was she could tell it was game time. She checked and said I was only 5cm but that she could feel his hair and he was right there. She also said I was very effaced and she could probably get me to a 6 with some work. TMI? Too bad, you’re reading a birth story! At this point I told her I had asked for the epidural to which she’s responded, “that’s great but if we can get him out before they show up why not try?” Game on.
Immediately after this convo it happened. I had to poop. My doctor told me that was fine but she was coming with me. Honestly I needed the help, so yes please! We all went into the washroom (doctor, Marc and I) and I started what I thought was going number 2, but now that I think back was actually pushing the baby out… I looked at her and said, “I’m sorry but I’m gonna puke again”, turned to the side and puked in the corner. To this day she still says she is impressed I didn’t puke ON her. I have a memory of being on the toilet having steady contractions, through which I was not quiet, and hearing the anesthesiologist saunter into the main room and say, “she’s too far along eh?” I don’t remember hearing the answer, but I do know that he left right away.
We then came back into the main room and I sat on the peanut ball. I cried a little tiny bit because I knew I would be doing this without meds and even though I had wanted that, I was scared. Luckily though things were happening so fast that I didn’t have time to dwell. At 9:30pm, half hour after my doctor showed up, I was ready to push! Looking back that seems crazy! 5cm to 10cm in half hour, ooof no wonder there was no time to think!
So there I was, the homestretch, and I started pushing. My doc had one leg, Marc had the other and it started. I just remember thinking the same thing at every contraction, if I just push my hardest and longest THIS might be the last push. So I grabbed a hold of the top of the bed and gave about 4-5 mighty pushes before his head was out. I remember being worried that I was too loud, but some force just takes over. As cliche as it sounds I felt like a warrior woman, I swear to god. Marc has told me that he was very impressed and that I could have probably birthed Leo in an alley or cave somewhere. I think he meant that as a compliment? My doctor really let me take the lead, and I think that really helped. At one point I looked at my doc and said, “oh god I’m gonna scare the other women”, and laughed. The team just looked at me like I was crazy for laughing in the middle of active labour.
At this point I remember they kept telling me that they could see his hair. The heartburn was not for nothing after all! After the head the little guy just seemed to pop out, and they immediately put him on me. It was exactly as cliche as you think, it was absolutely surreal. I was so oblivious to anything else that was happening I just stared at him! I do remember Marc cutting the umbilical cord though, and in true Marc fashion he was hilariously awkward about it. He told me after how it was much harder (and slippery) than he expected!
I thought I would cry more than I did. I mean the months leading up to it I cried just thinking about meeting him, but I was surprisingly zen. Leo was too, a little too much I guess because I remember the doc took him for a minute to make sure he COULD cry loud. Once she heard it she gave him back and he quieted down again. Just a calm dude from the beginning I guess! He latched right away and Marc and I spent the next hour just staring at him. Side note: how cool is it that a newborn just knows how to find your boob and what to do with it? Little man was just like, “alright Mom that was hard work let’s get some nutrition going”. To this day he’s pretty demanding with the nursing, I have a slight boob monster on my hands.
Although Leo came early it was obvious he was more than ready to make his appearance. Check that alert face just minutes after being born!
All in all it was a very normal delivery. Léo was healthy, albeit a bit small at 5lbs5oz. He was considered low birth weight so they checked his glucose levels a few times and I made sure to nurse him through the night. I have so many pictures on my phone from about 4am when it was just him and I awake. Poor Marc was passed out in the chair, but I think me and the little man were still flying high on endorphins!
The next day we took him home with no idea what to expect. I just knew that this tiny human was my new BFF and things were about to get real. I just love him. Like a lot. *swoon*