It has been over a year since I have done a blog post… A LOT has happened within this year. Chandler and I had a baby boy! Liam James Kelley was welcomed into the world on July 31, 2018. Tomorrow marks two weeks with the sweetest boy on the planet!
I got a TON of requests for my labor story… I will spare the gross details and stick to just the basics.
Lets rewind about 9 1/2 months to November 26th. This was the day we found out that we were pregnant. So many emotions flooded our minds. We were excited yet so scared for what the future held. Over the next 9 months we realized how blessed we were to be bringing a beautiful boy into the world.
Being pregnant was a wonderful experience. I miss my bump already! If you want to know more about my pregnancy let me know, I would be happy to do a post on it.
Okay, so lets fast forward to July 25th. I started noticing some decrease in movements in my belly so my Dr. had me go to the Hospital and do some testing, they call it a non stress test. Basically what they did was hooked me up to a machine and listen to Liam’s heartbeat. On that day they noticed that he was having some variables in his heartbeat. They suspected that he would bump up against the umbilical cord causing his heart rate to drop super quickly and then rise back up. It wasn’t drastic enough to keep me so they had me go home and come back the next day to see if it happened again.
I came back the next day and it happened once more. However, they still sent me home and told me to come back the next day. It was emotionally draining to sit there and have someone tell me that “there are variables in your babies heart beat..” I know that if it was anything MAJOR they wouldn’t have let me leave but it was still upsetting. Went back the next day and the testing turned out fine. They told me to come back after the weekend.
That Saturday, July 28th around 3pm we were relaxing and I started noticing my stomach contracting. I had been having braxton hicks contractions for a few months now so I thought they were just getting stronger. This time was different. I started timing them, every 3-4 minutes I would get a contraction. They didn’t hurt… so I was so confused what everyone was talking about when they said it would be excruciating pain. I waited about 2 hours and then we decided to go to the hospital just to make sure everything was okay.
We arrived at the hospital and they made us wait for a room to open, about 45 minutes… Once we got in the room they checked to see how far dilated I was. I was about 3 1/2 cm. They told me that in order to check me in to delivery I had to be over 4 cm. So the nurse told me to walk around for an hour and see if my contraction pains got worse. So Chandler and I walked around the delivery ward for an hour… The most walking I had done all pregnancy. After the hour, she checked me again and I didn’t progress at all so she told me to go home that I wasn’t having a baby that night. I left feeling so discouraged and so frustrated.
I was determined to get him out. The next two days I did all the “go into labor” tricks… I drank raspberry leaf tea, we walked and walked, I bounced on a yoga ball, I ate pineapple, I did nipple stimulation and we had lots of sex (sorry mom and dad.) Monday, July 30th, around 10:30 pm I was watching Friends and I started having some cramps. They felt like period cramps. Very uncomfortable but manageable. I didn’t really feel my stomach contracting I just felt pain. I decided to get up, take a shower and move around a little bit to see if it went away. I tried to doze off but the pain was keeping me up. I was so nervous to wake Chandler up because I didn’t want it to be a false alarm again.
I waited about 2 hours before waking him up. At this point I knew these were contractions and I knew I was in labor. I woke him up and we quickly got all of our stuff together and got out the door. We got to the hospital at around 1 am. As we were walking into the hospital I felt my water break. It just felt like I peed myself. I was wearing sweats so it wasn’t like a puddle formed under me or anything. We got up to the maternity ward and they checked me in and started monitoring my contractions while they ordered the epidural. At this point my pain level was about a 6 out of 10.
I got hooked up to IVs to start my fluids. I had to get special antibiotics so they had to get that started pretty quickly as well. They checked to see how far dilated I was, I was about 5 1/2 when I got there. About 30 minutes later they wheeled me back into the Labor & Delivery area. I waited for the anesthesiologist for about 15 minutes. He had me turn on my side and had me hold Chandlers hand.
He gave me two numbing shots in my lower back. (kind of painful but not bad) The most pain I experienced was having a contraction while I was on my side. That was extremely painful. Then he gave me my epidural. I didn’t feel it at all. After that he started administrating the drip for it. He told me I would feel a shock go down my leg, I felt two. It was like someone electrocuted my leg. I screamed when they happened, the Dr laughed and said “it’s good you felt that, at least I know it’s working..” reassuring, right…. He did a few more things back there and then told me to wait 10 minutes for it to go into full effect. They rolled me back to my back and just had me wait. It kicked in fairly fast. It was the weirdest feeling not being able to feel below my waist, I hated it actually.
The nurse told me I would have to wait 4 hours before I could push, that that was usually how long it would take to get to 10 cm. (however, for me it only took about 3 1/2-4) Chandler took a nap and I laid in the dark watching Kardashian re runs at 3 in the morning. I couldn’t sleep with all the anticipation. Not to mention I had a blood pressure machine strapped to my arm that squeezed me every 30 minutes. The nurse came in quite a few times to try and get Liam moving so she could closely monitor his heart rate as he wasn’t moving around a ton.
Around 5:30 AM she came in one last time to check how far dilated I was and she said it was go time that I was about 9 1/2 cm. So I called my mom to have her come in. I wanted her to be in the room for moral support while I pushed. At 6:30 AM I started to push. Let me tell you it was not like in the movies… It was so strange. It was just the baby nurse in there pushing with me. (and of course Chandler and my mom were there each holding a leg)
I would wait for a contraction to come which I could feel the pressure of my uterus tightening I just couldn’t feel the pain. Once the contraction arrived I would breathe in and hold my breath and push as hard as I could. It was so hard for me to tell if I was pushing correctly because you can’t feel anything down there. I thought you pushed for a few minutes and the baby was out… boy was I wrong. I pushed from 6:30 until 8:15ish… It was absolutely exhausting. Although I couldn’t feel myself pushing I knew I was using every muscle in my body to get him out. At 8:15 they called in my actual Dr to come in and get him out. It took her about 20 minutes to get there. During that time I had to be very still so he wouldn’t wiggle his way back up… Once my Dr got there, the whole production started. They put the stirrups up for my feet to be in, the bright lights turned on, about 5 nurses were in there, and thats when I knew it was moments away from meeting my son.
I pushed for about 20 more minutes. Once his head was out they basically just pull him out by the shoulders. I could hear everyone in the room yelling “PUSH he is here” and I just prayed in my head that I would hear a loud cry. Once I heard him cry I felt a sense of peace that everything was okay. At 8:57AM Liam was born. They immediately laid him on my chest, only for a few moments though. Then they took him off to have Chandler cut the umbilical cord. Once that was done they laid him back on my chest for skin to skin.
It was the most emotional experience of my life. I would honestly say that my labor experience was great and fairly easy. It wasn’t as painful as I expected, I think I handled it very well. I would say that the recovery process is 10x worse then pregnancy and labor combined. I will do a post on recovery someday as well.
I am so thankful that my little boy is healthy and happy. He is adjusting so well to the outside life. We are so in love with him.