Oh man, my baby is ONE month old today! I've been wanting to share his birth story but I wanted to cherish this first month with him first. Learning his personality and getting used to a tiny human that literally needs me every second has been a change I've slowly been adapting to these past few weeks but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I LOVE being a mom. (I thought that was a thing all moms say but I 100% get it now!)
Saturday February 11th.
I was having contractions ALL day. Tiny, sporadic contractions though, nothing I couldn't handle. But I knew he was coming soon. We went out for a double date and ate Greek food with our friends and I was just laughing at myself, like, who the heck goes out while they're having contractions? We even made a grocery trip to Sprouts and continued having friend time.
Sunday February 12th.
I woke up with stronger contractions around 5am. We immediately called our moms and said, "Get here NOW, contractions are getting stronger!" They weren't as close as they needed to be to get admitted so I spent the WHOLE day bouncing, doing yoga, walking around Target, and staying active. I was SOOO tired, all I wanted to do was nap but I heard from everyone that you need to keep moving if you want to go into labor! Well, they're wrong. As soon as it 9pm and I was getting ready to fall asleep, the contractions came harder and stronger! We went back to the hospital and I went from 2cm to ONLY 3cm!!! I was like HOWWW. My midwife suggested I just rest for the night because I still couldn't get admitted. She told me it was necessary to rest as much as I could. Her advice was, "Think of yourself getting ready to run a marathon. You wouldn't spend the day before running and working out, right? You would spend it resting. That's what giving birth is like". I told her that as soon as I felt relaxed, the contractions came harder so I felt like I wouldn't get any sleep that night so she gave me some Ambien to knock me out. Y'all. I've NEVER heard of Ambien but it is Nyquil on steroids that also makes you hallucinate! Homegirl gave me TWO doses. Zach said when we came home, I was waving to our shadows and yelling, "HI EVERYONE!" Yeah, don't do drugs. I don't remember that night but Zach said there was lots of stumbling to the bathroom, talking in my sleep, and snoring.
Monday February 13th.
I woke up at 6am feeling almost hungover and in SO much pain. These contractions grew overnight. (Midwife was RIGHT, I needed to sleep) I pride myself with having a high pain tolerance but at this point, I was in tears! My mama instinct told me it was time. We went BACK to the hospital and I was convulsing on the bed with super bad nausea. It was SO horrible. The midwife checked me and I went from 3cm to 7cm!!! They admitted me and asked if I wanted the epidural. The plan was to labor naturally as much as I could until I couldn't handle it. I personally think I could've handled the contractions but the nausea and shaking/chills were way too much for me. I also wanted to have a calm experience that I could look back on and remember how stress-free it was. As soon they offered it to me, I was like JESUS, YES PLEASE. The epidural did not hurt at all. Don't believe what people tell you when they say its a huge needle that sometimes hurts more than the actual birth, that's a load of poop. As soon as I got it, I felt SO FREAKING GOOD. I was chewing on my ice chips, I napped for like 5 hours, I was having casual conversations with my nurse, it was all good. Heck, I even remembered to do my Bachelor fantasy league questions before 5pm when it was due! It was about 7:30pm and the midwife came and checked on me. It was TIME TO PUSH! It came so suddenly and unexpectedly because of how good I felt! I pushed for an hour but nothing except little in and out motions. The midwife said, "Look honey, if you don't push harder, we're going to have to do an emergency C-section because we don't want to overwork your body and stress the baby out. He's not fitting through your pubic bone". That was the last thing I wanted to get (nothing against them, I just wanted to prove to everyone that I wasn't "too small" to deliver vaginally) so guess what? I pushed my hardest and 15 minutes and an episiotomy later, Hendrix Lou Metz made himself into the world at 9:17pm. I saw half of his body coming out and I reached over excitedly to see his little face. All I saw was a full head of hair and a long body, exiting my body! 7lbs and 21 inches of perfection. We did skin on skin immediately and I just cried the entire time while holding Zach's hand. I will never forget how much the nurses and midwife cheered for me, my mom playing with my hair, my mother in law saying prayers, and my sweet husband, who created this baby with me, was kissing my hand the whole time and told me how beautiful I looked. It was the most memorable experience ever and I would do it again and again. The 2 hour stitching process was NO fun (painless but not fun) due to my 4th degree tear but squeezing my sweet babe that whole time distracted me from everything else. (Besides how hungry and thirsty I was!)
We spent 2 days in postpartum and had so many lovely family members and friends help out once we were released. This past month has been challenging in ways I wouldn't have imagined (I'll cover more in my next post) but I wake up eager to see my babe every morning, even if I got 2 hours of sleep. So far, he's been a trooper at eating and sleeping- he's the BEST. He enjoys LOTS of cuddles, constant movement, and butt slaps. I'M IN LOVE.