Rebecca Lynn’s Labor Story
One of the most intense experiences a woman can ever have is pregnancy, then labor and delivering a baby. For most of my pregnancy, I believed that when it was time for my son to be born, I’d simply go to the hospital, give birth, and leave, all in about 3 hours. My OBGYN told me to expect at least 12 hours minimum, and I started reading online what other women said about labor, and many women said they spent an entire day in labor before giving birth. I was surprised.
First of all, my son was late. I was finally at 40 weeks and excitedly awaiting my water breaking or contractions to start. Nothing happened. My OBGYN scheduled me to be induced 10 days after my due date. I just so happened to start having contractions the day before my appointment for induction, and they were intense. I went to the hospital, but was sent home because I wasn’t dilated enough. I was nervous about being sent home, because I didn’t want my son to be born at home. The contractions got stronger and stronger, to the point of where I couldn’t get any rest. It was the next morning that I was scheduled for induction, and didn’t know if I’d make it.
My husband drove us to the hospital early the next morning, and the car ride there wasn’t pleasant, but bearable. After we checked in, I was taken to a nice, private room and then hooked up to IV’s. I was nervous, and the contractions were very painful. My husband and I had previously discussed whether or not I should get an epidural, and had decided that I wouldn’t. We were aware of the risks and didn’t think it was worth it. The situation was, however, that I’d already gone into labor and dealt with it for several hours before I was to be induced. I was given pitocin and was told that my labor was speeding up to the point where they had to slow it down a little. The pain got so intense that I requested the epidural. I was told that because of how I was tensing up my stomach each time I had a contraction, that it was best for my baby that I have the epidural, so I wouldn’t be doing that to my stomach. I didn’t know how it worked, but the epidural was put in my lower back and an IV was set up for it. The pain almost immediately stopped, and I was able to lay there and rest. Although, I’ll admit, I was nervous about how I’d be able to feel myself pushing my baby out when the time would come for that, if I couldn’t feel anything from my waist down. A nurse informed me that they would coach me through it if I had problems pushing.
After about 6 hours of being at the hospital, I was told it was time to push. This was so exciting. I knew it wouldn’t be long and I’d be holding my baby. I was very blessed with how everything worked out. It was the head nurse who happened to be a very kind woman, and my husband, just the two of them coached me through it all. The nurse instructed my husband, he didn’t have any previous experience. The pushing part of it was an on-off thing for around 2 hours. I wasn’t able to feel hardly anything because of the epidural, but because I knew where my baby was located, I closed my eyes and focused all of my energy on that one area. I was told that I did very well and was “a good pusher” which I felt encouraged by.
When the time finally came for my last round of pushing, my OBGYN whom I’d wanted so much to deliver my baby arrived. My husband stayed the entire time, thrilled to be such a big part of the delivery. I started the last bit of pushing and was told my baby was almost out, and then I did the final push and out came my amazing little guy. He was quickly placed on my chest so I could hold him for a couple of minutes, and then he was taken to receive care and be cleaned off, weighed, etc. I was surprised at how weak my arms had become, as a result of pushing. When my son was brought back to me, I told my husband that I wanted him to take our son and hold him, which he so happily did. I was really nervous about holding him because I could barely feel my arms. I guess it was because each time I pushed during the contractions, I also pushed my hands/arms down to help me. I’d read beforehand that other women experience that, but didn’t expect it to happen. The doctor (my OBGYN) and the nurse left my husband and me alone for a little while to enjoy our baby. The nurse checked on us every now and then to be sure everything was still going good, and quietly did some things in the background. It was so quiet, peaceful, and beautiful. We didn’t want family and friends there when our baby was first born. We had already planned on that, and it offended some people, but we were fully certain it’s how we wanted it and we have no regrets. My husband sweetly held our newborn, all swaddled in a blanket, in his arms for about 30 minutes as he sat by my bedside. We talked and created a wonderful, priceless memory of being there together with our baby.
The nurse came back and brought a wheelchair for me. She said my baby and I needed to remain at the hospital for 2 days, but that my baby could stay with me in my room. I didn’t know he’d be able to stay with me, but I was very glad for that. We were taken to the maternity section of the hospital, onto the floor where new moms and their newborns were. I was set up with a private, cozy room that included a very nice private bathroom and room service. Despite how tired I was, however, I couldn’t sleep that night. It was a really great couple of days, with all of the nurses being so kind to me. Finally, we were ready to check out and take our baby home. It was a very rainy day, but fortunately there was a slight break long enough for us to take our little guy to the car. A nurse inspected our car seat and then followed us out to the car to do an additional car seat check (the part installed in the car) and to say goodbye to us. That afternoon, we took our baby home and began an amazing new journey together. God is so good!