I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, but I barely had time to squeeze in that post. Mom life.
Cole’s Birth Story
Continuing where we left off, the pitocin drip was slowly increased to help my contractions come every 2-3 minutes. The pain was more discomfort than pain, but I was becoming nauseous. They gave me some medication, but I still threw up all the liquids I had in my tummy. The nurses said this was my body getting ready for the main event.
At this point, I was sooooooooo thirsty, but hesitant to drink much.
The hospital was extremely busy with C-sections scheduled back-to-back, so the nurses encouraged me to get the epidural sooner rather than later, or I might miss my window. With Jada’s delivery, my contractions progressed so fast (cytotec will do that) that I was shaking uncontrollably by the time I received the epidural.
I think it was around 10:30 p.m. or so by the time I received the epidural. Spencer left the room as he is not a needle fan.
I’m a little fuzzy with details here, so hang with me. My freaking amazing doctor was on site, so she broke my water to help me along. Then, Spencer and I tried to get some rest, but residents and nurses came in so often to check vitals, progress, etc. that it was nearly impossible.
Around 5:30 a.m. I had progressed to 9 cm, so my doctor thought we’d try pushing around 6 a.m.
One last check on my progress, and my doctor said, “We are going to have this baby out in 5 minutes.”
Spencer helped me hold my right leg stable as I had zero feeling and it was completely dead weight. However, I was much more mobile with this epidural than with Jada. To give you a nice little visual, I grabbed behind my knees, and curled forward, so I was in the best position to push Cole out.
And, you know what?! I pushed 5-6 times, and Cole was out!
His lungs worked beautifully! The nurses wiped him off, then placed him on my chest, and we met our baby boy at 6:15 a.m. on Thursday, December 10th which is also Spencer’s birthday!
Can you imagine? The best birthday gift possible!
Right away, I knew Cole was much smaller than Jada. At over 40 weeks, she was 8 lbs, 2 oz and 21 in. Cole weighed in at 6 lbs 12 oz and was 20 3/4 in.
However, I thought they looked almost identical.
As they were cleaning me up, Spencer and I just beamed with the addition to our family. We were so grateful he was born healthy and thriving. I also chugged over 32 oz of juice and water. Holy thirst!
I cannot believe didn’t tear?! Thank goodness as that set me back big time with Jada. When I could sit upright, Cole latched on and fed for over an hour. Spencer went home to relieve his assistant and bring Jada back to meet her baby brother. I missed my little girl so much!
I was wheeled to the postpartum floor (it would be hours before I could walk on my own), and Cole was brought to the nursery for his first bath and to check vitals. The nurses keep the babies for an hour to 90 minutes.
Then, I slept for an hour. Exhausted to say the least.
It was around 10:30 a.m. when Spencer arrived with Jada, and I gave her the biggest hug with tears in my eyes. I was so emotional and wanted her to know how much I loved her.
She was in awe of baby brother, but also concerned that I was holding him, not her. This will be a process for her.
Luckily, Spencer diffused the situation.
I was absolutely on cloud nine looking at my beautiful family. We are so blessed.
Spencer and Jada came back to visit us in the evening, and twice on Friday, before Cole and I were released.
I was so grateful for Spencer’s help and that his schedule is somewhat flexible this time of year. With no family nearby, we really need to be a strong team to raise our kiddos!
Stay tuned for my next post on how we are doing one week postpartum.