Liam John joined our world October 15th at 5:05am. He is my little monster, weighing in at 8 pounds 14 ounces.
I started having light contractions Saturday night. I wasn’t sure I’d know what they would feel like when they started but it felt like radiating heat Jon my lower abdomen area. By 9:30am they were getting more noticeable. I hadn’t slept much Saturday night due to an itchy rash on my belly from an allergic reaction to the goo they were using for the non stress tests I was having done.
However I couldn’t go back to sleep because I caught wind of the Felix Baumgartner free fall jump from space and glued myself to the TV to watch! That and my contractions made for a super intense and exciting day! I spent the rest of the afternoon attempting to sleep but couldn’t get myself in a comfortable enough position. By early evening they were getting quite a bit stronger and more painful and I really questioned if I would be able to get through drug free. Suddenly I didn’t feel like the tough girl I like to believe I am. Sometimes the contractions would be so intense I would feel dizzy.
Some made me throw up which was the worst thing. I think by 9:30pm active labor was starting. I had been in contact with my doula the whole day and at this point we decided I would try a warm bath to see if that would speed things up or slow things down. Once I was out of the tub she came in and started helping me get into better positions to get through the contractions. Poor Layne was so freaked out he was hiding in the living room, unsure what to do.
I believe around midnight we decided to go to the hospital. They were so surprised when I got there because I was already 9cm! There wasn’t far to go before I could start pushing. This also meant I was too far along for any drugs which I really, really wanted. I’m surprised Layne had any feeling in his fingers still. The only thing they could offer me was laughing gas but it did absolutely nothing for the pain.
It seemed to take forever to get to the pushing stage. I was scared of that stage because I thought it would hurt more than just riding out the contractions but I was wrong. I pushed and pushed for almost an hour and a half but the poor little guys head was tilted and I just couldn’t get it to come down. It got the point where I would need some assistance getting him out. This was not in my original plan but I was so exhausted I didn’t have much effort left in me. They tried to see if he’d get low enough to use forceps but he just couldn’t get down far enough so I had no choice but to go for an emergency c section.
I was terrified.
While they quickly got everything prepped for my surgery I had to go back to riding out the contractions. I never, ever want to experience that ever again. How I didn’t pass out from the pain, I’ll never know. They certainly couldn’t get me to the OR and get that spinal tap in me fast enough. Layne said he started to lose it a bit as they wheeled me away to the OR and he could hear me screaming in pain down the hallway.
I was so thankful for that spinal tap to melt away the pain and for Layne to be there to hold my hand. The surgery was the weirdest thing. I was awake but could only feel pressure. It almost felt similar to the bun moving around inside me. It didn’t take long at all to pull the little fella out. The doctors could hardly express their shock at how big he was! Their expressions were quite funny. I had to laugh when the first thing they commented on was his giant feet. My parents have always made fun of me because my feet were huge when I was born and that was the first thing they noticed.
I wanted so bad to hold him but only got to give me a quick kiss before he got taken to NICU to be checked out. He was having a bit of breathing troubles. In the meantime I got stitched up and sent to recovery. I think it was around 8am by the time I was wheeled back to my room and got to see Layne and my parents. Liam was still in NICU, his breathing was getting better but his blood sugar levels were low so they had to keep him to be stabilized. I was feeling decent since I was still frozen. Once the freezing came out i was given a shot of demoral and tried to sleep a bit. I woke up very dopey and was out of it most of the afternoon. It was so hard to concentrate on anything.
It wasn’t until around 1pm that Liam was allowed to be brought to my room. Cassandra had come to visit and was here when I got to see and hold him for the first time. He was perfect and I could do nothing but stare.
I was able to spend a good two or three hours with him before he had to go for an assessment and feeding. I fell head over heels for the little monster. He had the cutest little lips in the world and will be able to get away with anything when he cries because his bottom lip quivers so much, it melts my heart.
I decided I didn’t want to continue with the demoral shots and opted to try T3’s for the pain instead which worked out so much better because I was feeling so much more alert and had more energy for the rest of the evening. The sucky part was that Liam’s blood sugar had dropped again and he was so sleepy he wasn’t eating so they had to keep him in NICU overnight. Since I’m still attached to an IV and catheter there wasn’t much I could do but try and sleep. I get to get unhooked from everything in about an hour and ill be able to go see Liam whenever I want. I’m hoping he won’t have to stay in NICU much longer, I miss his chubby cheeked little face.