It’s been almost a week since the baby was born. Here’s how it went down.
I had an idea labor was coming last Wednesday for several reasons I won’t get into. I’d been kind of going back and forth for a few days not really sure, and I didn’t want to go to the hospital too early, so I was just waiting and paying attention. Last Thursday was our anniversary and Ben had been saying he wanted the baby to be born that day so he could remember it easily (and also because Elena’s birthday is also on the 12th of a month) so I thought, hey, maybe the baby had been listening, that would be cool. So before bed I told Ben to be mentally prepared and maybe go to sleep early, and I texted my dad to be sure his phone was charged so we could get in touch with him, and went to bed.
I woke up at 1:22 (have been telling people one thirty or one twenty but it was exactly 1:22) and my water was breaking. Hooray! Easy way to know its time to go to the hospital! We called my dad to come over and sit here for Elena and got ready to go. (Ben did not go to sleep early, btw.)
We got to the hospital and checked in. They asked some questions to be sure I was in labor so they wouldn’t have to waste a room on me if I wasn’t. Legit. But I was, so we got a room.
I enjoyed going to the hospital overnight. It was quiet -only one other patient – and I felt like we got good attention. I was 3cm when we got there and having irregular contractions. Got hooked up to an IV and settled in for a bit. I wanted an epidural but didn’t feel like I needed one right away. The other patient had hers done and then they came for me.
Epidurals are interesting – they are fairly routine but also kind of scary. A resident came in to do mine. Normally I’m like, yeah, student doctors, learn your stuff, but I did think about whether I wanted to ask for a more experienced doctor due to the nature of the event. I decided I was fine – I liked the resident and the attending was there with us the whole time, so I figured he would jump in if needed. They had to try it twice, but they talked in code the whole time so I didn’t really understand what was happening or why, so it worked out just fine.
Anyway. Got the epidural, snoozed for a bit, shift change happened and new people came to check me out. I was only 4cm at 7am but since I was progressing they were happy. I was starting to think I was going to be there for a while. Elena’s labor was only about 6-7 hours. But I knew the baby would have to come that day, so at least there was an end point, and no talk of pitocin yet, so things were going well.
Snoozed again, but then around 9 I started to feel some of the contractions again. It wasn’t too bad but I mentioned it to the nurse and she asked the resident to check me again. The resident wanted to wait because they didn’t want to check me too often. I didn’t really understand why but I wasn’t in terrible pain so I said fine. Then my OBGYN came in and checked me and said it was time to go. Pushed for 10 minutes and the baby came, so clearly she was right! Baby Zoë was born at 9:44, weighed 7 lbs 10 oz, 20 inches long. We decided on her name about two hours later.
Pictures are obviously required. I have absolutely no idea how Ben and I look so awesome in the picture of the three of us after the birth of a child but it is one of the best pictures of us I’ve seen in a while.
A separate post about my hospital stay is probably warranted but I’ve gone on long enough and of course it’s feeding time for the baby.