I know, I know. I said I wasn’t going to share Sam’s birth story over my blog… but can’t a girl have a change of heart? I can’t help it. I thoroughly miss my newborn and felt like reminiscing on one of the greatest moments in my life. It is kind of uneventful and may be TMI, so read at your own discretion:
I am a mother and it is the most wonderful thing. I gave birth to Samuel Calvin Burris on 03.04.2014 at 5:50p.m. He was 7 lbs. 17 oz. and almost 21 inches long.
By 37 weeks I was 3 cm dilated, but showing no signs of active labor.
At week 38, I was 4 cm dilated but again, no signs of active labor. I had my weekly appointment on Friday, February 28th but didn’t feel any progress. After my appointment I continued to bleed because of the cervical exam and felt cramping but no strong, regular contractions.
The bleeding persisted through the weekend and into Monday and by this time I was 39 weeks. I had irregular cramping and experienced that famous ‘burst of energy’ women talk about right before labor. I have to say, I really didn’t believe it until I experienced it. It was like the energy from my pre-pregnancy days, so I knew what it was because of how foreign it felt.
Kase and I had a feeling it might be our last day before Sam arrived, so we ran errands at Target and Petco, because of course, everything had to be perfect (I laugh to myself now). We went to Baskin & Robbins to celebrate our possible last night together and ended off our night at the gym. I was stair stepping and speed walking like a mad woman, taking advantage of the energy, because it felt so good.
Later that night (or I guess I should say morning), I woke up around 3 a.m. with pretty regular cramping, but didn’t think much of it and went back to bed. After continuously waking up, I decided to time my ‘cramping’ because it finally dawned on me that all this ‘cramping’ was me experiencing contractions. At this point the contractions were 5 minutes apart and felt more uncomfortable than painful so I went back to bed.
Awake for good at about 6 a.m. with continued contractions, I took a bath, and texted my mom, telling her just an FYI that my contractions were regular, lasting about a minute and getting stronger as time went on.
I still had not decided to go to the hospital. I didn’t want to be sent home, and I was not ready to be a patient. I figured I would rather be in the comfort of my own home and go to the hospital when I really needed to.
My mother called me and texted me saying”…you’re in labor, you need to go to the hospital.” I guess I should have gone without having to wait for my mom to tell me haha.
So, I finally woke up Kasen and told him I was “pretty sure” we were having the baby that day and that we needed to start getting ready to get out the door. Our bags were already packed since week 37, so that made things easier.
The house was spotless, vacuumed, laundry done, nails painted, make-up on, everything was perfect. Now we just needed to have this baby.
We left our place and took the backroads to avoid traffic and got to the hospital around 8:30 a.m. I already had an appointment with my doctor at 2 p.m. that day so it was quite convenient. I was also happy that my water didn’t break anywhere crazy and that I didn’t have to check myself into the ER in the middle of the night!
I met with a nurse, and she did a pre-screen interview to ensure I was actually in labor before admitting me. She asked me about timing my contractions, dilation, bloody show, etc.
I was admitted at 5 cm dilated and 90% effaced.
Even though I knew I was in labor, it seemed almost unreal, and I half expected them to send me home. I was terrified and excited.
Kasen texted our family on both sides, telling them I had been admitted, but that we would only have parents at the hospital until Sam was born. My parents headed over, and Kasen’s were just flying in that day.
I sat in a big hydro-jet tub in a very large, new birthing suite with great big windows and a beautiful view. Spoiled doesn’t even begin to describe it. I admired the view. Dark gray skies, rainy, and lots of evergreen trees. It was gorgeous.
After about an hour, I was dilated to 6.5 cm, my water still hadn’t broke, so my doctor did it for me, and immediately after I was dilated to 7 cm.
The discomfort started turning into pain, and I had to be a lot more conscious about my breathing. About 15 minutes later, I received my epidural and that was heavenly. It worked from my ribs down. I could feel pressure, but I couldn’t feel temperature or pain. I fell asleep very soon after the epidural, and I honestly think it was because I didn’t feel my big belly pulling on my back muscles while laying down. My mom and Kasen slept too.
I plateaued at 7 cm for about an hour or so, then continued to progress slowly.
Kasen’s parents landed in Seattle around 2 p.m., rented a car and got their bags. As they were on the way, I was finally dilated to 10 cm. When they arrived to the hospital, we chatted for about 20-25 minutes and then it was time to push.
It was shortly after 5pm that we began pushing. It was my nurse, my husband and my doctor. It was incredibly peaceful, my doctor had me laughing between pushes (which of course helped Sam descend further), and after 30-45 minutes, Sam was born. Nothing like Hollywood makes it seem.
It all happened so fast. The next thing I knew, I was holding Sam on my chest, Kasen and I looked at each other and just cried and cried. We couldn’t believe he was finally here and that he was ours.
I continued to do skin-to-skin with Sam while Kasen cut the cord.
Kasen and I had time together with just us and Sam before we invited our parents in. It was one of the sweetest things of my life seeing my husband, and how he couldn’t hold back tears as he held our brand new baby.
As visitors started coming in, I quickly began to feel extremely tired, hungry, and nauseous with a really bad headache. My post-delivery meal of choice, Jimmy John’s. Oh yeah. Food never tasted so good. Or maybe it was just because I was so sick of the gross hospital soup and pudding.
After everyone left the hospital, we finally got to bed around 1 a.m. with constant check-ups from my nurses, and left the next day. I rested so much better at home.
From pregnancy to labor and delivery, things could not have been more perfect. Especially his timing! And even now, he has an incredibly pleasant, sweet temperament.
I must say, I’m a little terrified for whenever we have our next baby because we have been so fortunate as first time parents.