Our miracle baby boy is here.
He's been the bestest baby for us newbie parents.
Drew's Birth Story
On Wednesday, May 27th, we started our day as usual. At lunchtime, I had gotten out the ingredients for some delicious sweet potato and black bean tacos, but wasn't up to cooking, so Cory made lunch. During lunch I started getting some contractions, close enough together that I started using the contractions counter app. Then, after eating lunch, at around 12.32pm, I went to stand up and my waters were broken and bloody. I called the nurse at my OB's office and they asked me to come to the hospital.
At 2.30pm, we pulled into the hospital parking lot. I knew I wouldn't be able to make it through the hospital alone to my OB's office on the 4th floor, so instead we asked to go to triage, where Cory would be able to accompany me.
At 2.30pm, we pulled into the hospital parking lot. I knew I wouldn't be able to make it through the hospital alone to my OB's office on the 4th floor, so instead we asked to go to triage, where Cory would be able to accompany me.
While in triage, they performed the Covid-19 test on me, so that I could labor without a mask. Thankfully, my test results came back negative, as I couldn't imagine having to labor with a mask on. I feel empathy for anyone else who has to. Cory had to wear his mask the whole time, whenever someone walked into the room. While in triage, I had a speculum exam and they took a sample of my bloody waters to look at under a microscope. It confirmed that my waters had broken and my placenta had ruptured, which is why they decided to admit me, even though I was only 2cm dilated.
At 4.30pm, we were taken to our room for the next few days, room 230, a corner room with a balcony. We did a video call with my Mum and sister, pointing the phone up to the ceiling during contractions.
Around 8.00pm, after chewing on lots of ice chips to help distract me from my contractions, I asked how long it would be until my epidural, as the pain was becoming a lot more intolerable. The nurse said I'd have to be at least 4cm dilated, which she wasn't expecting me to be at for many more hours.
At 4.30pm, we were taken to our room for the next few days, room 230, a corner room with a balcony. We did a video call with my Mum and sister, pointing the phone up to the ceiling during contractions.
Around 8.00pm, after chewing on lots of ice chips to help distract me from my contractions, I asked how long it would be until my epidural, as the pain was becoming a lot more intolerable. The nurse said I'd have to be at least 4cm dilated, which she wasn't expecting me to be at for many more hours.
A little while later, I had the strongest urge to push, so the nurse did a cervical check and was shocked that his head was already there. She then called another nurse to confirm that I was already 9cm dilated, and progressing extremely quickly. It was too late for an epidural, and besides there's no way I would've been able to sit still enough during my contractions.
Hearing from the nurse that I was 9cm dilated, felt affirming. I had come this far, naturally, and the urge to push meant I'd get to meet our miracle baby boy soon. The nurse promptly called the doctor-on-call and other nurses, who got my room ready for delivery.
On Friday, May 29th, (aka my birthday) we were discharged from the hospital and made our way home-sweet-home. I've had some interesting birthdays over the years, but getting a birthday buddy, was the bestest early-birthday present I could ever ask for.
