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Sweet Titus, getting you here was no small feat!
:) Your original due date was December 31, 2011. But that day came
and went and there was no sign of your arrival. I’d have contractions
here and there but nothing regular and I was not dilated at all, you had not
dropped, your head wasn’t engaged and I was starting to get very worried.
So Dr. Lake decided to induce me on January 5th. We arrived at the
hospital at 7 am and got all checked in to our room. They started me on
medicine to get me to dilate at around 8 in the morning. The meds worked
well and by 8:15 that night I was dilated to a 3 and my water broke on its own
while I was walking around trying to get things started. Up until this
point my labor had been boring and not painful at all. After my water broke my contractions really
picked up and they would not let me walk around anymore, so they became a lot
more painful. The breathing exercises did help but by 3 AM that morning
they were just too painful and I was getting really tired. I decided to
go ahead and get an epidural so that I would hopefully be able to get some
sleep. I was afraid that without any rest there would be no way that I
could push you out. The epidural took away some of the pain but never
really got my left side very numb. So I was never able to get any real
sleep. I was taking forever to dilate, but by 10 the morning of the 6th I
was finally dilated to a 10!! But you still hadn't dropped so they didn't
want me to push yet. About an hour and a half later I asked the nurse if
I could just start pushing. I was tired and very ready to meet you and
wanted to be able to do something and pushing seemed like the next step.
So I started pushing. By this point my contractions had slowed down to
being around five minutes apart, so I had to wait in between each contraction
before I could push. After an hour and a half of pushing they called Dr.
Lake in so that you could finally be born. They got everything ready and
as I pushed thru the next contraction Dr. Lake said, "Stop pushing!!
That is not a head, this baby is breach!!". This was a 1:30pm.
I was really scared that something bad was going to happen to you, but the
nurse assured me that your heart rate was doing good and that I just needed to
stay calm and then that would help keep your heart rate where it was supposed
to be. Grandma Kerry was there and she also helped to remind me and your
dad that God was in control and that everything was going to be okay. All
the nurses hurried up to get me ready for an emergency c-section. They
already had one c-section going on so they had to assemble another team
together and get a second operating room ready. Once they got me into the
OR I had to lay there while they were still trying to get the room ready and
give me enough medicine so that I would be numb from the waist down. I
had two anesthesiologists arguing over how much medicine to give me, one
thought that I needed more medicine and the other thought that I would have too
much medicine if they gave me that much. It was very scary. But I
tried to focus on you and getting to meet you. I also sang one of my very
favorite songs (in my head, not out loud!). Your dad was not in the OR
with me yet because he had to put scrubs on and wait for the room to be ready
before they would let me in. Finally they were ready to start. My
right side was very numb but my left side was not as numb and as they began the
c-section I realized that it was hurting a lot. I felt everything.
It was so painful. I was so thankful that your dad was right there next
to me. He got right down in my face and
just kept telling me over and over again that it was going to be okay. At
2:30pm, after what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Lake called out, “Okay Dad,
tell us what it is!” Your daddy peaked
over the curtain and said, “It’s a boy!!”.
I could see you just barely as they cleaned up and you started to cry on
the warming table. Your dad and I had
still not decided on a name at this point, but we both looked at each other and
knew, your name was Titus James. Your
birth was a crazy event, but seeing you made it all worth it. After they finished stitching me up they
wheeled my bed into a recovery room where I got to really meet you for the
first time. As I looked at you for the
first time up close I could see that you were the spitting image of your daddy,
which was so special to me. See you and
realizing you look exactly like your dad made me realize that God had a plan
all along and had not only blessed me with a baby, but blessed me with a little
boy that looked just like his daddy, which was what I had always dreamed
about. It was a sweet little bonus that
God didn’t have to do, but that I feel He did as a way to remind me how much HE
loves me every time I look at you.
Looking back it made since that I never went into labor on
my own and that my labor went so slowly.
You were breech (butt first) so there was nothing to really put good
pressure on my cervix. Thankfully you
were perfectly healthy and suffered no ill effects other than a bruised butt
and a little cut on your bum where they had placed the internal monitor on your
“head”!! I will never know why my doctor
and two different nurses never caught the fact that you were breech and had
been for quite some time. My advice to
every mommy-to-be is to GET AN ULTRASOUND at the end of your pregnancy just too
make baby is pointed in the right direction. :)
You were well worth all the drama and have blessed me more
than I could ever tell you!
I love you baby bear!
Mommy
I just love birth stories, and this is quite an intense one! Sounds like you worked really hard to get him here. Congratulations...a year later. (-:
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