I’ve had a hard time writing this post. I think it’s because I feel like I can’t do the experience justice.
On June 25th 2018 I gave birth to a sweet little boy; Luca Joseph. I wanted to share my delivery experience to give any first-time expecting moms some really positive feedback! No two deliveries are the same. Rightfully so, that each is unique like the baby being born. However, I know there is a lot of anxiety associated with delivering, so I hope my story can bring some ease. 🙂
Throughout my whole pregnancy I was pretty calm. I’m not an anxious person to begin with, so it was fairly easy for me to keep the anxiety to a minimum. However, as it crept closer to my due date I definitely had an uneasy feeling about pushing out a baby. Everyone has a different experience, but for the most part pain and extreme exhaustion were the highlights of most peoples stories. I just kept telling myself I was going to be fine! The baby will come out one way or another.
I also didn’t have any sort of rigid birth plan. I really trusted my doctor and the hospital I was giving birth at. I figured if something goes wrong, and I need a c-section or some other means to get him out then safely then that will be what happens, and we will be ok. This reduced any anxiety around my delivery needing to “go to plan,” because there really was no plan!
I had a really amazing delivery experience. Like I almost feel bad that it was so good. June 25th was my due date, and I also happened to have my 40 week appointment that day. I had been around 3cm dilated for two weeks, so the baby was coming “any day” for some time. During my appointment my doctor saw I was heading toward 4cm dilated. I had been complaining of really bad rib pain (I was up the night before like every 30 minutes minutes walking around to get it to go away). I thought it was just because Luca was pushed up against my ribs (which was true) but the rib pain was also contractions.
So Lou and I left our appointment and went to the hospital. Not in a panic. I wasn’t yelling in pain. We just strolled in, I filled out paperwork, and I asked for an epidural right away. Everyone feels different about if and when they get an epidural. I didn’t want to feel pain. Like zero. At that point I was 5 cm dilated, uncomfortable but not like needing to breathe through any extreme pain. So epidural came first (also totally fine- like not bad at all), then they broke my water, hooked up the catheter and I was ready to chill until it was time to get things going.
And chill I did. I napped, hung out with Lou and Alyssa, group texted my best friends and was comfortable. I hit the epidural button to give myself an extra boost if I felt any discomfort. I didn’t need to “brave any pain,” I welcomed that button with open arms. 🙂
I pushed for 40 minutes. The pushing is no joke. Anyone who pushes for hours, I bow down to you because it is exhausting. However, again I didn’t feel any pain. I actually didn’t feel anything for most of it, which was tricky in the beginning to know how to push down there and not in my face. It was just me, Lou, my doctor and the nurse in the room. Lou was amazing and so supportive. everyone was super calm yet really encouraging. I felt like it was a team effort, one of us was just working really hard. 😉
When Luca came out he was placed on me right away. The moment was surreal. I was emotional, but didn’t cry. I think I was kind of in a state of shock that the baby I carried for ten months was now on my body. It sounds cliche, but I think it was something I really just had to experience for myself to fully understand.
Luca is fourteen weeks old now, and I do my best to appreciate every little smile and cry at this age because people say it flies by and I believe them.
For anyone expecting, I wish you a wonderful experience no matter how it plays out. In the end you get the ultimate gift. 🙂