Mommy My Way Introducing: Zaylen Wayne
Birthday: January 30, 2015
Birth Time: 11:02 a.m.
Weight: 8 pounds 7.6 ounces
Length: 21 inches
The week before my due date, I was officially over pregnancy. I was in an incredible amount of pain and I could barely focus on anything except for delivering my baby. I was still working full time and running daily errands, like grocery shopping and taking the cats to the vet. I was visibly miserable and everyone around me knew it.
I had an OB appointment on Monday (Jan. 26) and a specialist appointment on Tuesday (Jan. 27). At both appointments there was no indication that little man would be arriving before his expected due date. I begged for an early an induction, but despite being high risk, I had a perfectly healthy pregnancy and perfectly healthy baby, so an induction wasn’t on my doctor’s list of recommendations. My OB negotiated with me for an induction on my due date, the only problem was that Zaylen would have to be delivered by the one doctor in the practice I did not see eye to eye with (very similar to my Doctor Drama issue in my first trimester!). My OB compromised and allowed me to be induced earlier to avoid that interaction, but it would have to be at a different hospital; one known, and commonly referred to, as The Baby Factory because of how many deliveries it performs each year. Although it was not my first choice hospital, it was better than the alternative in my mind. My induction was scheduled for Thursday Jan. 29.
On Thursday evening I was to call the hospital and find out what time to come in for my induction. I called a little before 4 p.m. and the woman on the phone told me inductions had not begun being scheduled for the night yet and that I may not hear from anyone until the early morning hours on Friday, if I heard from them at all! Because I am extremely impatient I called back around 6:45 p.m. in hopes of obtaining new information. Unfortunately, this was not the case. I was told that The Baby Factory was having a record number of deliveries that night, even more-so than “usual.” Women in active labor didn’t even have delivery rooms and were, quite literally, birthing babies while waiting in triage! Inductions were simply a far-fetched dream at this point.
Luckily though, on the morning of my induction at exactly 6 a.m., I began having contractions roughly 10 minutes apart lasting about 30 seconds each. At the time, I wasn’t sure if these were real contractions or more of wishful thinking. They were painful, but they were completely tolerable.
By the time 4 o’clock rolled around, my contractions had moved closer to approximately 7 minutes apart and lasting 45 seconds each. Not an incredible amount of progress in 8 hours, but progress nonetheless. The contractions were slightly more painful, but again manageable, and I could still talk through them. I decided after hearing about The Baby Factory situation to call my doctor and see what she recommended for me to do. She told me to go ahead and head to my first choice hospital where I would be seen even though I wasn’t technically at “that point” yet.
So with my mom, I took my time getting everything together, ate some soup for dinner and prepared the house for my leave. I got to the hospital around 7:30 p.m. and was checked into my delivery room at 8 p.m. I was hooked up to the monitors and given all of my admittance paperwork to sign by the nurse. As she was going over them my contractions seemed incredibly close together and were growing increasingly painful. The nurse checked the machines and said my contractions were only 2.5 minutes apart now. My mom and I were shocked at how quickly I had jumped from 7 minutes to 2.5. The nurse then checked me and let us know that I was 4 cm dilated and completely effaced. “I’m sorry, but what?!,” I asked. “You are in active labor,” she said with a smirk. For someone who had made ZERO progress only two days prior (as in zero percent effaced, zero centimeters dilated, and zero cervical softness) I was shocked at what the nurse was saying. “You’ll be having that baby soon.”
Almost immediately after I was checked, my contractions moved closer together at only 30 seconds apart and seemingly lasting forever. I was in incredible pain, but feared the epidural more than the pain itself. (I do not do well with needles and full-blown panic attacks are the norm in even mild medical procedures.) I asked if I had any pain management options besides an epidural. My nurse suggested an IV pain medicine called fentanyl that I could receive up to 3 doses of during labor. Since I was already hooked up to an IV for fluids, this seemed like a great option for me.
The first dose can last anywhere from 1-3 hours depending on the person and makes you feel like you are a little drunk, according to the nurse. For me, my vision got a little blurry and I became sleepy, all of which took my mind off of the pain. I could still feel the contractions, but I wasn’t focused on the pain of them. The first dose lasted barely an hour, though, and each subsequent dose would have lasted an even shorter amount of time and not controlled the pain as much. I wish so much that it would have lasted longer, because I could have endured the rest of labor with that medicine and avoided the epidural altogether.
After the first wore off, I knew I had to get the anesthesiologist in for the epidural. I still asked for my second dose of the IV meds though in the meantime and to try to help calm me down during the insertion process. The second the nurse told me the doctor would be just a few minutes, I began breaking down. I started crying and panicking despite every effort to keep my cool. By the time the anesthesiologist came in, I was in full a panic attack. I asked if I could lay down, because there was no way I could sit still through contractions and a panic attack long enough for the procedure. The nurse said no, but luckily the doctor said it would be ok as long as I could get into the fetal position. Not. A. Problem!
Full disclosure: The epidural was just as bad, if not worse, than a contraction. They don’t tell you that going into it, but it absolutely was. The insertion took forever and I’m pretty sure not all went according to plan. The doctor was whispering to the nurse, asking her for additional supplies and questioning my answers when she asked which side I felt the surge on. FYI, I felt it on the right side and apparently that is wrong. On the plus side though, once it was in and the medicine began to take affect, I felt a million times better. I received the epidural around 1 a.m. and it was just a matter of waiting until Zaylen was ready to make his entrance. By this point I was 7 cm.
Ready to push
Around 9 a.m. the doctor came in and broke my water. I was around 7.5 – 8 cm dilated. They attributed my lack of progress over the last 8 hours to the fact that my water hadn’t broken yet, and they were right. Over the next hour, I jumped up to 9 cm and felt the urge to push. The nurses said it wasn’t time yet and they wanted me to dilate just a bit more before they called the doctor back in for delivery.
A little bit of time had passed, and the urge was only growing stronger. Leave it up to Zaylen to wait until there were no nurses in sight though! My team was busy delivering another baby at the exact same time, so even though I pressed the call button, my room was silent. The urge became so strong that I demanded my mother go find someone in the hall ASAP. Whether I had a doctor present or not, Zaylen was coming.
After what seemed like an eternity, my mom finally flagged down a random nurse in the hallway who came in to check me once more. She said I was still only 9 cm and it wasn’t time yet. I called BS and demanded my nurses right away. Finally my nurses came in and despite being only 9 cm, we “practice pushed” to see if it was worth calling in the doctor. It definitely was.
The doctor came in, one nurse grabbed my right leg, my mom grabbed my left, I bared down and, in only three pushes, my son made his appearance. The nurses put him on my chest and I burst into tears of happiness. The wait was finally over and I had my son in my arms. He was and is beautiful beyond words and I have never loved someone so much in all of my life. I was immediately overcome with a radiating happiness from my core that has yet to subside. All of the pain and drama and stress I endured during pregnancy; all of the fighting with my son’s father; all of the depression and anxiety I’ve lived through my entire life was instantly gone. Zaylen has filled a hole in my soul that I always felt, but never realize existed. He truly is perfect.