If you follow me on Instagram, you will know that I was waiting for little Birdie for so long. I had it in my mind that she was gonna be born early, even though Bailey was overdue and had to be induced.
The morning before she was born, October 6th, I had an appointment around 12.
They had me take a non stress test and everything was normal. They checked me and said that there was very little changes. My doctor came in and said, “I don’t want you to be pregnant any longer. Can you come to the hospital today at 4pm?” I was almost exactly a week overdue and ready to have this little bird.
My mom was supposed to be coming in Wednesday night, and getting there just in time for me to induce on Thursday, which was the plan in our minds. But when the doctor gave me the go ahead to come in that day, I jumped at the chance! I was excited that he wasn’t making me wait until Thursday! I tried to make it sound like I didn’t have a choice because I really was excited about the whole thing.
So when I got out of my appointment at 1:30, I called Sean and my mom and texted my friends to let them know I was supposed to be at the hospital at 4pm. I decided to run to the school first to let Bailey know that I would not be picking her up from school and that I was going to go have the baby at the hospital and she would be spending the night at her friend, Charlie’s, house.
Then I ran home. My plan for the next day, Wednesday, was to clean the house before my mom got there. My plan was for her to stay at our house instead of hers so that she could watch Bailey in the comfort of her own home. So I was going to need to change my bed sheets and wash them, and clean the whole house. We have three pets and if you don’t sweep every day (which I wasn’t) it becomes a dusty, hairy mess.
So my list of things to do was :
1-Stop at the school and see Bailey.
2-Pack Baileys overnight bag for Charlies including her MMA stuff for practice that night.
3- change the sheets on my bed.
4-clean the downstairs
I ended up getting everything done except cleaning. The thing I was most thankful for was the shower. I remember feeling grimy last time and this time I felt beautiful and clean the entire labor. So next time I will remember to shower as soon as I know I’m going to the hospital.
One other thing was that I didn’t know how much to eat, so I made one grilled cheese sandwich. The problem with this was I had only had a small bowl of cereal at 9am and then this lunch was at 2pm. The next time I was able to eat was at 9pm (luckily they let me eat before bed.) So i was starving. I know I was hungry because Sean said the food was disgusting, while I thought it was so good and even ate half of his meal too!
Finally, I was on my way to the hospital, and Sean was too. He had been in the city that day and left as soon as I told him I was going to the hospital that night.
He made it a little after I did and we settled into the hospital room. It wasn’t that bad, I liked it. Sean hates hospitals and had to sleep in a fairly uncomfortable chair.
I changed into my gown and sat on the bed and waited. My doctor finally came in at 7pm. My doctor wanted to try the foley balloon. It was traumatic. I don’t remember where Sean was but he was gone… I think to check on Bailey… or maybe to let the dog out. And the doctor said my cervis was too high? or something. And I almost passed out while he was trying to put it in. So he decided to change his mind and use cytotec. They did one dose at 7pm and another at 11pm. They wanted me to be at least 4cm by 8am so that they could pop my water. Overnight I started feeling some contractions and at 4am when they started me on pitocin, I could tell that I was starting to contract on my own. Sean left around 5 or 6am to check on Duke and let her outside and then walked with Bailey to school.
At this point, they decided to turn down the pitocin because I was having quite a bit of pain and started whining during contractions. They said that it gets turned up in counts of 2. I was only at a 4 when they turned me down to a 2 and I was still contracting. At 7am they had turn over and I got a new nurse. She asked how my contractions were and what number I was at. I didn’t want to seem like a wimp and i was imagining that pain could be so much worse than what I was dealing with.. so i said maybe a 3 or a 4. I mean it hurt but I wasn’t dying! But at some point I knew I was probably not going to be able to go natural the way I wanted to. Especially when everyone around me kept saying how it wasn’t a bit deal and I didn’t need to be brave. Sean was gone… and I felt kind of alone and a bit scared. So I asked for some pain reliever in my IV. I don’t remember what kind it was, but they put some in and I remember I didn’t whimper anymore during the contractions, but it totally messed with me. I felt high and I could think straight.
My sister in law called me at one point to wish me luck, and I couldn’t even talk to her. I was in a ball curled up on the bed listening to my music on headphones trying to distract myself from the contractions. And finally, I decided, whatever. I was just going to get the epidural anyway.
Sean came back at some point and they checked me and I was at 5 cm and the doctor came in and popped my water. Then they gave me my epidural. Last time with Bailey I couldn’t’ feel anything. This time, I could feel everything but without the pain. It was a weird/cool experience. I think this was around 830 or 9 am.
They came in a couple more times to check me. The next time I was at 7/8cm and then around 1015 they checked me again and I was at 10 cm. They said It was time to start pushing. The weird part was that the contractions weren’t coming very fast. So they had me wait between contractions and it felt like Iw as waiting for like a full minute between contractions. I would push three times per contraction and then I had to wait… and wait… and wait. The doctor was stretching me between contractions.
At one point, I was like “Can I just push?” and the doctor was like “Uh.. If you want…?” And I did want. He told me to slow down at one point as well because she had the cord around her neck. But at 10:53am she came out.
She had the blood vessels burst in her eyes… which was weird. They said it was from me pushing too hard to fast.
Sean cried. He never cries. He is not a crying person. I can remember every time in our marriage he has cried.
- When he left for deployment the first time of our relationship.
- When we got married.
- When Bailey was born.
- When Birdie Mae was born
It was beautiful. I love seeing how he loves his girls.
She had no problem latching on, although her latch was a bit painful and still is sometimes. She goes through days where it doesn’t hurt and then other times it does… I find that if my breasts are completely full, it hurts less than when they are more or less empty.
She was born on October 7th at 10:53 am. My mom arrived about an hour later. Sean spent the day with me and the night with Bailey at home. He came back after bringing Bailey to school. We had some visitors come by the room and then we went home on the 8th. I was ready at that point to go home. I think we got home around 4 or 5pm. My mom picked up Chinese food for us that night.
My mom kept saying how Birdie looked like a Schirle baby but we think she looks like Bailey who my mom said looked like a McNamara baby.