Nathan Nicolas's Birth Story By Sarah Print
Birth Stories - C-Section Birth Stories
Monday, 24 November 2008 08:29
      Well, a little over 3 years after the birth of my first, I found out that I was pregnant with my second. I was elated. We had been trying for about 18 months to get pregnant and I was starting to feel very disheartened about ever having another child. Things were different, too, we owned our own house and I now had a car of my own and things were really good in our marriage. We weren't newlyweds anymore and didn't have DH's parents to contend with. It's funny how different circumstances were from one to the other.

     At first I was unsure what kind of delivery I was going to have. I kind of wanted to try a VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean) but I was terrified of being induced again. My first experience had been pretty bad after two inductions and a caesarean. I did not want to go through that again. Luckily, I had a few months before I needed to make that decision. The doctor told me to expect a baby of equal or larger size as my first and that kind of scared me away from attempting a VBAC and after a lot of soul-searching and deep thought, I decided to go ahead and schedule my caesarean and try a natural delivery if I went into a natural labor.

     I was very comfortable with my decision as the doctor *did not* want me to go overdue because of the size of my first and I *did not* want to be induced under any circumstance. It was our middle ground. My second pregnancy was about as "boring" as my first until I reached 35 weeks when I started having contractions. I was a bit excited, but also a little scared because I knew that it was a bit early to have the baby and it would probably survive if it *was* born, but I didn't want to cause any harm to my child.

      The hospital kept telling me to come in when I was uncomfortable and my doctor told me to come in when contractions were under 4-5 minutes apart. They didn't seem to concerned, so why should I?? I got through the weekend and finally ended up calling my parents to get my son so that my DH could take me to the hospital.

     I was scolded by the doctor when I got there... asking me "what took you so long? I was expecting you early this afternoon!" I was a bit flabberghasted, thinking that "hmm.. you *said* when they were under 5 minutes!! Here I am!" He told me he didn't realize that I was only 35 weeks and thought that I was 36 weeks and I should have come in as soon as I felt the contractions getting regular. I was a bit miffed... THEY did have my phone #.. they COULD have called when they realized their mistake. Anyway.. I was put on an IV of saline for hydration and found out that I had a Urinary tract infection that had caused me to go into an early labor.

      Luckily, it didn't do anything.. I was "long and hard" baby was sitting very high in my uterus--possibly breech. I was discharged later that night and put on bedrest until I reached 37 weeks. My folks were wonderful during this time and kept Tyler for a week and the next week was Christmas week, so my DH would be home most of the week. For the next 4 weeks I felt almost as if I were on pins and needles thinking that every contraction might be the start of labor. I would have liked to try this natural, but again, was terrified of being induced.

     My caesarean was scheduled for January 12th and the doctor had me have one last ultrasound to see how the baby was laying (it was laying high, but transverse..meaning that it was side-ways and not head down the way it was supposed to be!) We never found out what this baby was either, but the ultrasound estimated the baby to be about 7 1/2 lbs. Figuring in the 15% error, the doctor thought that it might be bigger. Looked like an caesarean anyway with a transverse laying babe. January 12th creeped closer and closer and DH, big brother and I were all getting more and more anxious for the big event. Tyler knew the next time he went to Gramma's he would become a big brother and he was starting to get a bit nervous about it. January 11th I couldn't sleep. I was too excited and nervous. I knew by the middle of the next morning, I would be holding my new baby.... I think I only slept about 2 hours that night. The next morning we had to be to the hospital by 6 am with the caesarean planned for 7:30. I woke up about 5 am and took my shower and checked my email (a morning ritual for me =) ) and at about 5:30 am I woke up DH and told him to get moving. I think he slept better then I did, at least he was harder to wake up! It was a snowy drive to the hospital and we walked into Emergency at 6 am and got our instructions to go up to Labor and Delivery so that I could get prepped. It sure was different the second time around. It was a bit more relaxed and the nurses were cheerful (I think it was because their shifts were about to end!!) I was nervous and scared and excited and my DH was a sweetie and sat in a chair in the corner and made jokes. By 7 am everything was set and I was left alone for about 10 minutes with my husband. We chatted (can't remember about what) and marveled at the baby still wiggling inside of me, not quite believing that it was soon to be over with and we'd be holding that little baby soon.

      At 7:10 a new nurse came in and cheerfully walked me down to the surgery suite (it was on the same floor as L & D!) By 7:15 I was being hooked up to machines and at about 7:20 the spinal block was being done. It seemed to all be done a bit more of a leisurly pace this time around. By 7:30 I was on the operating table, draped and my husband at my side (this time armed with a camera that I said would be smashed if he took pictures of the actual birth!) I was *very* relieved that I could wiggle my fingers and feel myself breathe which was something that I was unable to do the last time. I remember feeling a lot of tugging and a vacuum sound and the doctor announcing that he had the head, but didn't know what it was yet. Then I remember hearing what we had been waiting to hear for 9 months. The doctor asking "what is it, Dad?" and my DH replying "Another boy!" and then hearing a healthy wail as our brand-new son greeted the world on Monday, January 12, 1998 at 7:46 am.

      My awe-struck husband wandered away from my side to go and take some pictures and came back holding this tiny, tiny little bundle and I greeted Nathan Nicolas and got a couple of pictures (I looked horrible!) before they took him away from me. I was stapled up and moved into a recovery room until I could wiggle my toes. I snoozed and waited anxiously for my DH and new son to come and join me. Soon they did and I found out the amazing facts. Our new little baby was a peanut!! He only weighed 6 lbs 15 oz and was 20 inches long. His head was 13 1/2 inches around and his chest is 13 inches. His apgars were excellent for a planned caesarean---8 and 8. He's as sweet-tempered as his big brother and a joy to our family. His brother is constantly giving him hugs and kisses and saying he "loves him even if he does cry a lot!" It's wonderful. The only thing I regret about having caesareans is that I was unable to immediatly hold my children. I wish I could have, but I am happy to know that I have healthy, happy children and I couldn't want anything different or changed anything. My sons are beautiful and the joy of my life.