What a day Monday was, and will forever be for my new family.
And to say it didn’t go as planned is a massive understatement.
You see, Sunday morning I woke up like any normal day, well normal for 40+6 weeks pregnant; uncomfortable and tired but nothing out of the ordinary.
I noticed I wasn’t feeling a lot of movement from Molly and became a little worried. We set an appointment to see our midwife that afternoon. Molly was fine and after being checked, my midwife determined I was 3cm dilated.
My midwife decided to strip my membranes and send me home with some castor oil, all with the intention of kickstarting labor – which it did.
I went into labor at 9pm and began tracking my contractions with Danny’s help. We were ready to take on our homebirth with all of the techniques and strategies we’d learned in our Bradley Method Birthing Class.
At 11 pm my water broke and my contractions got closer together. My midwife headed to our home around 12:30 and when she arrived she checked me to see how far along I was. I had progressed to 4cm but what she felt was not a head, it was a butt.
When she had checked me just earlier that day she was certain she felt a head and Molly had been head down for months based on her determination. Her best guess is that when my water broke so abruptly, Molly turned from head down to butt down, causing her to be breech.
My whole world came crashing down. What I had planned for, prayed for, and hoped for was not going to happen. We were headed to the Shands for an emergency C-section.
The next couple hours are a blur. Danny scrambled around the house to gather some belongings since we didn’t have a hospital bag packed.
Side note – I didn’t pack a hospital bag because I didn’t want to put energy into the universe that we were thinking a hospital birth was an option. Hindsight being 20/20, that probably wasn’t the best plan.
It took us about 30 minutes to get everything in the car and get on the road. All the while, I was laboring, having contractions for a minute in length every 2-3 minutes. On top of that standard labor pain, I was emotionally devastated. I kept thinking about what I could have done differently, how this was not my plan, and what was going to happen to Molly as a result of this drastic change.
Danny drove myself and my midwife to Shands and we arrived around 2am. My mom and mother in law met us there. We had to go through all the standard in-patient protocol which seemed to take forever. Per standard protocol, I was hooked up to all kinds of machines and could no longer labor in any sort of comfortable position, making my labor more painful than it needed to be.
Also, by this point, I had given into the fact that I was going to have a c-section and that pain relief was coming. I think this made the labor more difficult too – knowing that the pain would end because of drugs, knowing that it was all “pointless” because she wasn’t progressing. She was stuck in the birth canal and wasn’t moving any farther down. My contractions were for nothing. The pain was for nothing.
They took me back for the c-section and I was just thoroughly exhausted, both physically and mentally. I was ready to have this baby and get this whole thing over with.
Molly was not an easy delivery. She was essentially stuck inside me. The doctor’s worked for 5+ minutes to pull her out, all the while creating more and more distress for her.
When she was born, her APGAR score was a 2. She needed oxygen and a little help to take her official first breath. At her 5 minute APGAR she was up to an 8 and was doing much better.
My birth plan had indicated that I wanted delayed cord clamping and immediate skin-to-skin, none of which were able to occur since she was having a hard time breathing. They did eventually bring her over and we were able to do some skin-to-skin and as they finished my c-section, Danny left with Molly to do some additional skin-to-skin with her.
Molly Ford James was born on 7-17-17 at 3:51 in the morning. She weighed 8 lbs and 7 oz and was 20 inches long.
Danny and I are so glad that she is here. She will need some physical therapy for her Torticollis aka stiff neck and will have an ultrasound at 6 week for her hips to make sure they’re settling into the right position – all a result of her breech birth.
We are so grateful for all the positivity that has been sent our way and the continued support from our family and friends. We are beyond blessed and look forward to starting this new journey as a family of three.
PS – I have cried more in the past 5 days than I have cried in the past 5 years. I probably have a mild case of the baby blues but am countering that by consuming my placenta and getting out to see people. I had my placenta encapsulated and hope that this, along with any sleep I can get, will help me feel a little more human in the coming days and weeks.
Thanks again for all your love and support <3