Maddux James was born on Thursday, June 28th at 5:30 PM. He was 9.1 pounds, a little over 22 inches long, and a whole lot of cute. I’ve spent the last few months documenting my pregnancy, and I am so excited that I can finally share the story of his birth. It went nothing like I expected, but my baby boy is here. That’s all that matters now. For the past 9 months, I planned to have a natural birth. Everything leading up to his birth day made it seem like that was going to be possible. I had no complications, tested negative for group b strep, and felt like I would go into labor at any minute. Well, Maddux had other plans. After little progression, we decided to induce.
Having time to pack and get ready for a baby is a surreal experience. I got absolutely no sleep Wednesday night. We woke up around 5 am, showered, and headed off the hospital. When we got there, we were taken to our room and had a few minutes to settle in and get comfy. Ryne looks good in pink, right?
I was rocking some pretty awesome duds, too. Hospital gowns are the next big thing, I’m sure. Before I hopped into my hospital bed prison, we took one last picture of my 40 week belly.
A short while later, the nurse came in to begin the process of my induction. She hooked me up to several monitors and got my IV ready for fluids. The monitors had to show 30 minutes of steady readings for myself and for the baby before I could be given any pitocin to start labor. Unfortunately, I had a dizzy spell after she inserted my IV so I had to wait a bit longer. Thanks to my mom, I had some good magazines to keep me busy.
Around 7:30 am I was given pitocin and my contractions started. Around 9:00 am they broke my water. Everything was going smoothly until they started having to check me for dilation. Every time I laid on my back, I got lightheaded and felt sick. It also screwed up my readings, so my pitocin drip would be cut back. Basically, the process was moving painfully slow. I was also getting ridiculously tired!
Later that afternoon, the contractions started getting more painful. I think I would have been fine with the pain if I was able to move around at all, but I was strapped in for good. I decided to get an epidural and the nurse contacted the anesthesiologist. Little did I know, the worst and most uncomfortable part of Maddux’s birth story was about to happen.
Everyone I had talked to said that getting an epidural was a breeze. Well, I must be one of the unlucky few that cannot share that sentiment. It was awful. The anesthesiologist numbed my back and began the process of inserting the tube for the epidural. So far, so good… until the tube started hitting nerves in my back. Before he inserted the tube, he said I might feel a weird sensation in my legs. When he hit the nerve, a shock went through my legs and I kicked the nurse square in the butt. It was the worst feeling I’ve ever felt. It was what I imagine getting a really bad shock would feel like. That happened two more times before he decided to move up my back and try again. Try again?! I was not excited. By this time, I was sweating, feeling extremely sick, and to the point of tears. I remember saying “I’m sorry” over and over, because I just couldn’t sit still for him. Thankfully, the second spot he chose was much better. I started getting the medicine and could feel my body relaxing. Then I felt my entire right leg go numb. Oddly, though, I could still feel everything in my left leg. The rest of the birthing process, I could still feel the pain in my left side. It was as if I was experiencing natural childbirth on one side and an epidural on the other.
By 4:00 PM I had dilated to 7 centimeters, and the nurse said that we’d have the baby that evening. She said I’d have to hurry, though, if I wanted to make dinner. Message received! Look, I’ll work hard for food. By 5:10 PM I was fully dilated and ready to push. 20 minutes later, Maddux was born. I had been terrified of pushing for the past 9 months, and that ended up being the easiest part for me. Ryne got to cut the cord and Maddux was quickly cleaned up in our room before they handed him back to me.
I still can’t believe how much a blur the first few minutes of Maddux’s life were. I feel like everything was moving so quickly and slowly at the same time. I was in shock and in love. I was tired and wired. It was the craziest feeling I’ve ever felt! After they handed me my son, Ryne and I took our first family photo.
Maddux also had the chance to grab a quick snack! He latched on immediately and nursed for about 30 minutes. It was like he knew exactly what to do. Which is awesome, because I definitely had no clue at all.
After spending some time with him in our room, the nurses took him to be fully bathed, weighed, checked and measured. Ryne got to go with him, but I had to wait. The time I spent waiting for him to come back felt like an eternity. I have to admit, though, that nothing really got me down that night! Maddux James had arrived and that was all that mattered.