Hi everyone! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Well, a lot has happened! It’s been 15 days since Eloise was born, and I need to write her birth story down before I forget it all. But lets be honest, a lot of it’s blurry already. So weird how the brain basically wipes away such a painful experience.
So, starting from the beginning…
On Thursday morning, November 29th, I woke up randomly around 4-5 am (which is so strange because I am not an early riser) and I just felt wide awake. I started to text my twin sister because she’s awake early for work. Dexter was getting ready for work, and when I got up to use the restroom I noticed my pantyliners were soaked. I knew that wasn’t normal, because that never happened before (and it was clear liquid). I made a mental note, and told Dexter, “Hey, my pantyliners were soaked! I wonder if my water broke! Make sure to keep your phone on you at all times, just incase it’s time.” Eeeeek! By now, I was EXACTLY 39 week pregnant, mind you. I told my twin sister and mom about my soaked pantyliner and told them I’d call if anything else happened. Dexter left for work, and I went about my normal day. I was having inconsistent contractions, but not really sure if it was the real deal.
Fast forward to around 6:30pm, Dex came home from work. I was sitting on our living room couch, and we were all talking when all of a sudden I stood up and felt a small gush. Dex said, “Your sweatpants are wet!” I’m not sure why, but I instantly freaked out and ran to the bathroom. Sure enough, my underwear and sweatpants were soaked! But for some reason I was still unsure if my water broke… I think I was in total denial! (this was around 7pm) I called Kaiser to see if I should come in, and they told me to lay down for 30 minutes and if I stand up and I’m leaking to come in. So, I did just that.
It was clear that I was leaking, so we decided to pack the rest of our hospital bags, get the baby’s carseat, and drive to the hospital. Now, if you were wondering if I was having horrible contractions… I wasn’t. I was definitely timing them, and they were around 5-6 minutes apart, but VERY tolerable. We arrived at the hospital around 8:30-9:00pm.
Once we got to the hospital, I went into the triage room to get monitored and to test the liquid to see if my water broke. It tested back: POSITIVE! My waters did indeed break. I was so shocked! Looking back, I’m not sure why I was in such shock, clearly it was my water that broke! Haha! I think a lot of it had to do with not knowing what to expect since this was my first time being pregnant, and going into labor. The Midwife decided to admit me, not only because my water broke, but also because my heart rate, and baby’s heart rate were elevated. They brought us to our room, and started an IV and gave me fluids. (around 10pm)
This is when things get blurry for me! At around 11:30pm my contractions really started to come on strong and HURT LIKE A BITCH. A doctor came in and wanted to start me on Pitocin because I wasn’t even a full centimeter dilated yet. So, they started the Pitocin at 1:20am (November 30th). So from 11:30pm to 1:20am I was having the WORST back labor pains. Once they gave me the Pitocin at 1:20am, I asked for some type of pain relief. They ended up giving me two doses of Fentanyl. Honestly, it helped only a little bit. The pain was all in my back, and it was by far the worst pain I ever experienced in my LIFE. I had Dexter rub my back, I used heating pads, and plus the two doses of Fentanyl, but it wasn’t enough relief. I finally got an epidural at around 5am.
Getting the epidural was the best decision, personally. I admire women who do without it, but mentally I couldn’t. The pain was so excruciating! My nurses and anesthesiologist were AMAZING. I was so scared of getting the epidural, I started crying before getting it. They were kind and talked me through the entire process. They were angels. They kept me calm, and let me feel the emotions I was feeling! Also, getting the epidural, wasn’t horrible at all. I had this image in my head, and it wasn’t at all what I expected. So if you’re terrified to get the epidural, the first initial prick (to numb you) is only the worst part & it lasts a whole 3 seconds.
So, from here on out, was a lot of waiting until I was 10cm dilated. I don’t really remember sleeping that much, or even at all! My sisters and mom finally arrived at the hospital around noon. I was so happy my twin and mom were able to make it on time, since they had to drive up from Southern California! I really wanted them all in the room with me when I delivered Eloise. Finally, after a lot of waiting, around 5pm I was 10cm dilated. It was time to push.
To help me feel the contractions, they had to turn down my epidural (UGH, hello horrible back labor pains) and adjust the Pitocin (since my contractions were a little far apart). I had the most AMAZING nurse coaching me, and helping me mentally. I was terrified and so emotional, so before pushing I broke down again. (You guys, I cried so much during my labor) Her name was D.L. and I will never forget her kind and encouraging words to help me get through the hardest experience of my life. I pushed for two whole hours before Eloise was born. And it was the most exhausting two hours of my life. During pushing, I had the WORST acid reflux/heartburn, and it was really fucking up the way I was trying to focus pushing. So the nurse brought me tums to try and help with the acid reflux. I also could feel so much of my back labor pains, so when a contraction came… it was not fun. Dexter held one leg, and my mom was able to hold my other leg while I pushed. Once Eloise’s head was poking out, Dexter was able to touch her, and I could see her in a mirror, and I also touched her head.
Then at 7:52pm, on November 30th, Eloise Audrey Colette was born. But the final pushes were the hardest, since the Midwife was having a hard time getting her out. The cord was wrapped around her neck two times, so when they placed her on my chest she was purple and not crying. I was so out of it at this point, everything was so blurry. A nurse came, and whisked Eloise away, I only had about 5 seconds with her on my chest. The amazing nurse took Eloise and started working on her to breathe. She also cleared out all the fluid from her lungs. Then I heard my daughter cry for the first time. I cried. My mom cried. Dex, and my sisters were crying. She is healthy, she is perfect.
She was finally placed in my arms and Dexter and I fell in love with her in that moment. It was a moment I had been anxiously waiting for, for nine months. I was in shock that she was actually here, finally. Let’s be honest, I’m still in shock two weeks later. I’ll look at her and just can’t believe Dexter and I made her. Half of me, half of her daddy. We are blessed.
She weighed 6lbs 5oz, 19 3/4 inches long. Born Friday, November 30th at 7:52pm. 6 days early from her due date. She decided she wanted to be a little November baby!
Also, a funny story: my family and I placed bets of when Eloise would be born, and I was the one who guessed it right. Mother’s intuition?! Lucky guess?! Who knows! But I thought that would be so funny and cool to tell Ellie when she’s older! I guessed her birthday.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed her birth story. These last two weeks have been overwhelming, stressful, beyond difficult, but so joyful with this perfect little human. I hope to do a one-month update, in two weeks. Dexter is an amazing father. He has been such a great partner, so supportive and loving. Eloise is so lucky to have him as her daddy.