I am so happy to finally announce the birth of Wade Lee Bocks, born on Friday, March 25, 2011 at 8:44am. He weighed in at 9 pounds and was 20.5 inches long! Thankfully, I was able to deliver him completely au naturale.
It certainly wasn’t as easy as I had expected. The labor lasted a total of 19 hours and started just after a lunch date with my sister, Tiffanny, at Buffalo Wild Wings. I had the buffalo chicken ranch wrap. Yum. A friend of mine, who happened to deliver her daughter last week, told me that a trip to this particular restaurant put her in labor with both of her kids. I figured since I had tried everything else, I might as well give it a shot. Tiffanny swiped one of the cups with the BWW logo on it just in case it worked and we wanted it for memories. It totally worked. Within 30 minutes, I was having light contractions while browsing Old Navy for some new jeans for Rob. I called my mom all giddy asking her if she thought it could work that fast. After getting home, Ronnie and I were able to lay down for a nap and thank goodness we did. I had no idea how much energy I would need through the night.
When Rob got home from work at 7:30, I was feeling the contractions more definitively and they were coming a lot closer together. We sat down to have supper and then played with Ronnie a while before I decided it was time to start taking things seriously. Rob got Ronnie set up in the bedroom with a movie and downloaded a contraction timing application on my phone. I hopped in the shower and starting yelling out “start” and “stop” with each contraction. We came to the conclusion that they were about 4 minutes apart and lasting longer than a minute, so a call to the midwife I made. I totally thought she’d say to try resting or walking around and to call her back when things got more intense, but she didn’t. She actually advised me to head to the hospital and she’d let them know that we were on the way. Could this really be it?
When we got out to the car, I sat there and prayed that God would let this really be it. I didn’t want a false alarm. I wanted it to be real. I asked God for his help and I talked to Wade asking him to please cooperate and let this happen.
We dropped Ronnie off at Rob’s mom’s house and off to the hospital we went. After finally finding the emergency room entrance (since this was about 10:00pm), we got checked in and they whisked us off to the birth center. I was doing fine up until the lady asked me for my insurance card right in the middle of a contraction. I pre-registered, so I didn’t expect to deal with any of that. Tears rolled and I think they got the picture because it wasn’t long before I was in my room changing into my night gown.
Mom and Dad were already there when we arrived, so they came up to the room and sat with us while they monitored the baby’s heart rate and my contractions for a while. Sure enough, they were three minutes apart and REAL. It wasn’t in my head. This was really happening. So, the nurse checked my cervix and you’ll never guess what number came out of her mouth. I expected a big number – something in the middle maybe. The contractions I was feeling were far more painful than anything I felt at 6cm with my first delivery. Keep in mind that I had already been in labor for 9.5 hours. She looked right at me with a smile and said, “okay, 1cm.” WHAT??!?! ONE FREAKIN’ CENTIMETER!?! You have got to be kidding me. My dilation hadn’t changed since 2 weeks ago. What the heck? I decided that Mom and Dad should go home. Rob went to sleep and I paced the room trying to speed things up on my own. An hour later I was at 2cm and two hours after that I was at 3cm. Things were really going slow.
A little before 7:00am, my midwife came in and broke my water. At that point, I was only at 4cm dilation. She warned me that because of my Group B strep, I would have to progress before 10:00am or else they would have to induce with pitocin. Oh no! That was what I was trying to avoid! It wasn’t looking good, but as soon as she left the room the contractions got intense. And I mean INTENSE. I was bent over the bed, in the shower hunched over the birthing ball, squatting, walking, leaning over the bathroom counter, on the toilet, swaying on the birthing ball by the bed, all over the place! Rob was there to put pressure on my lower back and hips and it helped to lean my bottom into him. I’m sure it looked kinda freaky, but it helped. Finally, I had reached my breaking point. I was in the shower on my knees hunched over the birthing ball with a Yummy Earth Organic lollipop in my mouth and screaming obscenities through the pain. I was trying to remember to breathe, but it wasn’t easy. I told Rob to go tell them I want to be checked NOW. I needed to hear that I had made progress because I was about to give up.
She checked me again and, finally, there was progress. She said 6-7cm and I had a slight moment of belief that I could do this. That is, until the next contraction. The nurse was trying to get the baby’s heartbeat, but I couldn’t stay still. I was in so much pain. It took 3 more contractions to get the heartbeat and I somehow ended up on my hands and knees on the bed trying to deal with each rush while she held the little do-hickey on my belly. After she was done with me, I reached up and grabbed onto the bars behind the bed and leaned into each contraction on my knees. Rob tried to help me at this point, but it no longer felt good to be rubbed and pushed. I screamed. Screamed harder than I ever have in my life.
This is the part where I almost gave up. When he could no longer help me, I asked Rob to go find out if there’s anything they could put in my IV that wasn’t a narcotic. He went out and asked but she said all they could do is an epidural. I sat for a second to decide if I’d rather have the awful feeling of no-control with an epidural or the pain of these contractions. My next contraction made that decision for me. I remember saying “Please help me.” She asked me if I wanted the epidural and I said “Yes!” Rob took a moment to remind me that I asked him not to let me get it. I felt awful. I didn’t want it, but I didn’t think I could take the pain. I thought I was dying. The nurse informed me that she would get my IV ready for fluids so they could put the epidural in. On my next contraction, I screamed in pain and then all of a sudden felt the urge to push. I thought it was too early, but I yelled out “I want to PUUUUUSH!!!” and with that I pushed with all my might. Someone came in and checked me – 9cm and the head was right there. I didn’t even need to go the entire 10.
Sometime during this, Rob’s boss called him to ask where he should send flowers. LOL! And I’m screaming, “OH MY GOD!” in the background. Rob hung up and came back in the room. He saw the midwife getting her stuff ready and asked if she was doing the epidural. She replied, “Epidural? No, honey. We’re having a baby.”
After I realized that I wasn’t getting the epidural, I screamed many curse words. I rarely curse (esp. the F-bomb), so I felt bad for doing it even as I was saying them. And all in the same breath, I shouted “God, please help me. Please help me do this. God, I need your help.” Over and over. I was sincere. I really needed His help. I could NOT do it alone.
With the next contraction, I pushed his head out. This all happened in a matter of seconds. The pain got even more intense as I had a super-long contraction. I was screaming and writhing around while still on my knees on the back of the bed holding those bars. Thank goodness for Ina May Gaskin, who’s books let me know that whatever position felt right was the correct position to be in. Ironically, the baby had shoulder dystocia, a rare labor condition that usually requires many maneuvers to successfully deliver, including the Gaskin Maneuver of a hands and knees position. There were a few seconds of panic when they realized he was stuck. “Shay, you HAVE to push your baby out RIGHT now.” I was trying, but I was having a hard time bearing down enough. The emergency button was pushed and the room was instantly flooded with every nurse and midwife on hand. Before they could even try to reposition me, I pushed and felt the baby slide out of me. It was warm and it was such a relief! At this point, I’m still on the back of the bed, so I can’t see anything. I hear, “There’s the baby. Oops, the cord just fell out.” Blood everywhere and he wasn’t crying yet.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him on the table. They were checking him out, for obvious reasons and I was so worried that I had hurt him. Again, another prayer, “God, please help him. Please help him. Let him be okay.” And then he cried. What a sweet sound!
They got me turned around so I could deliver the placenta. There I am, buck-naked, exhausted in a room full of worried medical staff and I’ve still got to deliver that damn placenta. During this time, they’ve called the pediatrician to come down and check the baby. I guess they were concerned about his collar bone. Everything checked out fine.
As soon as I was completely done with delivery and two stitches (without anesthesia, I might add), they handed me my precious sweet baby boy and I put him right to my chest. Without any hesitation, he got a hold of my breast and started nursing. Just like the books told me he would! I couldn’t believe it. This porker nursed for a whole hour before going off to the nursery with his daddy.
I got cleaned up, set up in my room, and walked down to the nursery to check on everything. He was still getting his hearing test, so we sat in there for a while waiting for things to finish up. The nurse said they weighed him 3 times because they didn’t believe how big he was – 9 pounds! And I delivered that – with shoulder dystocia. Seriously. I feel like wonder woman right now.
The past couple of days have been amazing – to hold my sweet precious baby boy. But, I’m ready to go home now and spend some time as a family. I miss Ronnie so much. Thankfully, his MawMaw has been so amazing with him and he’s having a blast. He’s been up here to see us twice and its such a perfect moment when he leans over to kiss his baby brother.
Words can not express how grateful I am to have experienced the uncountable miracles of my life and this experience can just get added to the pile. God is in control. That, I know, is certain.