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You’ll find Part One of our story here.
I knew I wasn’t ready to push. I just really did have to poop.
So I continued to labor and continued to have to go to the bathroom.
At this point, I was in a lot of pain, but it was everything I expected and everything I signed up for when I decided to go without the epidural and labor naturally.
But over the next few hours my contractions intensified. And so did the pooping. It seemed like every time I had a contraction I had to poop, too. At the same time. Ugh.
At 7am the doctor asked if they could check my cervix. I said no. I just knew that I wasn’t at 10 cm. So why check?
I met my day nurse and continued to labor. Somewhere around 11 am, my contractions got much worse. Instead of lasting the typical 60-90 seconds, they were peaking at 3 minutes. And the pain was incredible. And I was still pooping.
And then I started to throw up. Like, a lot.
Terribly long and painful contractions + pooping and throwing up at the same time = the worlds most awful experience. Ever.
And pretty much this was my worst nightmare — this was the experience I was afraid of having. I’ve never been good at being sick to my stomach or throwing up, for that matter.
One of the OBs from the practice I go to happened to be in the hospital doing a c-section so the nurse stopped him to see if he could check on me. He ended up sitting in my room with us for an hour while I labored. At this point I was in extreme agony. The three-minute long contractions were continuing, as was the pooping and vomiting.
I was quickly becoming severely dehydrated. By 3:00 pm I was no longer given a choice — I had to get an IV to keep fluids in me.
My OB said nothing about pain management — he knew my birth plan well and knew that I didn’t want an epidural. He just sat in the room with us while I labored.
He checked me for dilation — after all of those hours and intense contractions, I was only 5 cm dilated. Nowhere near where I needed to be.
But in the meantime, the pain, exhaustion and dehydration had taken over me. I was another person entirely. I felt completely out of control of my body. It was flailing all over the place. I could no longer hold my head up to vomit and Chad had to practically hold me on the toilet so that I could poop mid-contraction. I swear I was speaking in tongues. I could hear everyone talking to me, but I couldn’t respond.
Suddenly I screamed out “Please just rip this child out of me!” In hindsight, it’s hilarious. But at the time, I really meant it. I begged my OB to please just cut me open right then and there and take the baby out of me. I was begging for a c-section. My OB, thankfully, declined my requests for a c-section.
Around 3:30 PM, after listening to my ever so supportive husbands words of wisdom, I finally gave in to the demands of my body. I finally agreed to an epidural.
But under one condition — they had to do it now. I couldn’t imagine another minute of the contractions and sickness.
The epidural was terrifying because my body was shaking from the dehydration and intense urge to vomit. But minutes after the epidural, I was asleep. I slept for an hour, at which point I had to be awoken by the nurse. The OB wanted to check dilation again.
10 cm. I had gone from 5 cm to 10 cm in one hour. And I had slept though that entire hour. I was a new woman!
My OB came into the room and I started to push. My contractions had slowed down significantly — every 5 minutes. I pushed for an hour and 15 minutes and I watched everything in a giant mirror.
Yes, it was terrifying to see myself, well, like that in the mirror. But I totally am happy that I did this. I was able to witness every part of my son being born and it was amazing.
My OB remembered that in my birth plan and from our discussions I had requested to pull the baby out. When I pushed out his shoulders, my OB told me to grab the baby — so I did.
It was amazing. I set him on my chest and the nurses covered him with blankets to keep us both warm.
Ari Davis was born at 5:59 PM on October 16th after a, mostly, terrible labor. We survived. And we brought this incredible, beautiful, and amazing little man into the world.
I haven’t since forgotten the agonizing pain. I’ve found out that Ari was very likely in a terrible position from the start,which may have caused the nausea, vomiting and diarrhea. Just my luck. But I’ve still very much been processing the delivery in my head and my heart.
Truthfully, I ache for the natural delivery that I so longed and planned for; but, realistically, I don’t know if I could have survived another second without passing out from extreme exhaustion. Chad credits the epidural for the ability of my body to relax enough to dilate to 10 cm. And, honestly, I do too.
Overall, I’m grateful for the amazing support I received from my husband, the hospital staff, and my doctor. And I’m so in love with the precious baby this process brought us!