4 + 1 = 5 in the family: The Addition of Baby C

May 25, 2015 brought the addition of our youngest munchkin, baby C.

This beautiful little guy is my VBA2C. Y'all, it was amazing, but before I get into it let me give you a little background to the other two births.

Birth #1: R was born June 24. It was June 23, I was 39 weeks, and I had gained almost 25 pounds of water weight in the past two weeks of my pregnancy. For almost 3 weeks I had been suffering from PUPPPs (pruritic uticarial papules and plagues of pregnancy), or for those who need a better idea: HELL. I was losing my mind. I walked in to my OB appointment that day, and the nurse took one look at me and said, "Oh, honey." You know it's bad when that happens. I begged the doctor for meds, a bullet, anything for relief. He offered to induce me even though I wasn't dilated or effaced at all. In my crazed state I accepted. I feel like I should put here that I wish I had done more research, known more about natural alternatives, and had better support. All the calls were made, parents were called, and mom made her way up. We went our for a last meal, and I ate light. I tried to sleep until it was time for us to go in, but that did not happen. At midnight we made our way up to the hospital. Come to find out our best friends were at the hospital preparing to meet their little girl! After getting checked in they came in and got me hooked up to fluids, monitor, and inserted the tab. They gave me some Benadryl to help with the itching (it didn't, btw. Only made me super dizzy and sleepy.) My water broke at some point in the night, and they started Pitocin the next morning. Not knowing enough I just left it all to the professionals. It ended up that I went from mild contractions to coupling contractions in a matter of a couple of hours. It was exhausting, frightening, and overwhelming. I got an epidural, and passed out. Family came in and out through out the day, and I couldn't feel a thing. At some point that afternoon (on the 24th) the doctor came in and said that we needed to have a c-section. I remember not being checked at all, all I remember is that they said the baby was stressed. They whisked me out, got M ready, and in about 20 minutes R was born by c-section. Getting him out was uncomfortable. The doctor was almost straddling me to pull him out. I was exhausted, and M was sick. It was not an ideal situation. I got to see him momentarily, and then he and M went to the nursery while I was sewn up and taken to recovery. I was in recovery for almost 2 hours, and then taken to my room. They brought baby R out for me to hold him a little bit, and then they took him back to the nursery. I kept asking for him every few hours as I wanted to start breastfeeding. Every time I asked for him I got the response of, "Oh, you need to rest!" Right after I would pass out because I was so exhausted. 8 hours later I finally got my baby. We struggled to feed, but we eventually got nursing started. That was the worst recovery emotionally and physically, and I didn't realize until a few years later how much the whole ordeal had affected me.

Baby R, shortly after delivery

Birth #2: L

A few years later we were ready to welcome our second baby boy, L. I had tried to talk VBAC with the doctor and hospital where we were, but neither were open and the closest hospital that did was about 2 hours with potentially TERRIBLE traffic. So, we planned on a relaxed and much happier repeat c-section.This pregnancy flew by with minimal complications other than a separating pubic bone (holy moly, painful!). I worked all the way up to the day before my delivery date. I got off about an hour early on Thursday, and headed home. My mom had made her way up to watch R while we were at the hospital the next day. We all went out to eat at our favorite restaurant, and I had a favorite, the club (noms). M and I got up the next morning uber early and headed to the hospital. Checked in, fluids started, and waited. And waited. Slept. Watched a show. And slept some more. Finally, it was time! They took me into the OR and it was a completely different atmosphere! Everyone was happy, music was going, and everyone was so chatty! We were having a baby! After getting started, they brought M in to sit next to me. At some point I started feeling very heavy in my chest, and M started praying over me which brought me to a calmer center and I was able to breathe better. Soon, it was time to deliver, and I was able to watch our OB deliver our next baby boy, L! M went up with him to the nursery while they finished with me. I did have to go to recovery but only for about 30 minutes, and then after getting taken to my room, they brought the baby right to me. Recovery after this surgery was SO much easier, and I am so thankful for that.

Baby L, after his bath

All of this, accumulates to me doing a ton of research, and finding out more about VBACs, VBA2Cs, and doulas. We needed the right support team, and I needed to have all of my research together for our next baby. Shortly after finding out we were pregnant with baby # 3, I immediately started researching OB's who would possibly be supportive of a VBA2C. The same name kept popping up, and we booked our first appointment with him. A friend that I had been working out with was a doula, and highly recommended him. I came in prepared with all of my research, the diet I was mostly following, how I was working out, and that I planned to use a doula. Needless to say, we didn't hit many road blocks with him, and the pregnancy went incredibly well! We got established with our doula, and we prayed over this pregnancy and delivery. It came closer to delivery time, and I refused to be checked. I honestly told my OB that I didn't want to be checked because I would either be dilated a little, and could go a while. Or I wouldn't be dilated at all and would be super disappointed. I needed to be positive. He was completely supportive. At 40 weeks, he asked if we could check then, and I agreed. I was 50% effaced and 1 cm dilated! We discussed what could happen over the next couple of weeks, and what my options would be as far as getting this baby to come. I really wanted everything as natural as possible, and was very against pitocin. I asked him to do a membrane sweep just to see if it would help get things going. All the rest of the week I had Braxton Hicks, and then eventually I started prodromal labor. It was frustrating, exhausting, and draining emotionally. My mother-in-law came up to help, and it was a heavenly. If I needed to go pray or rest, I could. If I needed to sleep, I could. My father-in-law came up that Friday to spend some time with all of us...and wait for baby to come. We all were waiting for baby to come.

On that Friday, we were devastated to learn that some friends from our last church had delivered their baby girl. She had gone to be with our Lord earlier that time. I was broken for them. I couldn't fathom how anything like that could happen. Then they shared their immense vulnerability and trust in the grace of God. How our children are not our own, but they are God's. I was floored, and my selfish world was changed for the better.

All weekend we prayed over this delivery, spent time with family, and spent time in the Word. We prayed for our friends. Sunday marked 41 weeks, and I had decided that I was just going to be pregnant till 42 weeks. My in-laws went home to try and get some rest before heading back to work the next day. M and I got our two big boys to bed, and we also went to bed. About 3:00 am I woke up feeling weird, not having contractions, just weird. I decided to take a shower to see if it would help me relax. I got out of the shower, and my contractions started...hard. This was it! I walked to the room and sat on my exercise ball and worked through them. I woke M up and told him to go take a shower. He very groggily agreed, and then after came back and tried to go to sleep. At this point I knew it was time, but he was clueless. After waking him up, I got him to go pick up the living room, because that's where I planned to labor, and to also make sure the bag was together. I eventually called our doula, and talked to her for a while. After having a couple contractions while on the phone with her she said she was going to get ready, and check back in after a little while.

The next little bit is kind of a blur. I walked, I drank coconut water with himalayan salt, and I nibbled on some larabar. M had called his mom and told her to come back as she lived 3 hours away. At this point I was focusing pretty hard on the contractions. Our doula texted to see how it was going and at this point I managed to text a one-word response, "Come." She headed out, and I headed outside. I was feeling claustrophobic inside. The outside was cool, and I was able to walk in nature. Michael was a great support, and was able to help me communicate my needs. He called a friend to come help with the boys since his mom wasn't there yet.

I tried to go back inside to labor, but I couldn't stand it so we stayed outside. The boys started stirring so M headed in to get them settled with some breakfast, and to make sure our stuff was together. I decided to try and go to the restroom. As soon as I sat down on the toilet my body started pushing. That was really the first time I felt panicky. I called out to M and my doula, and she very calmly looked at me and said that we would just start making our way to the hospital (only a mile away). M pulled the car around and it took me a good while to get out to the car and in as my contractions were coming pretty quickly at this point.

We finally pulled up to the hospital and parked. At this point, I had decided that I was going to walk from the parking lot all the way to L&D. We got into the lobby, and realized that we didn't have a physical copy of my birth plan. While M ran out to the car, I labored with our doula. This is the point where she and I had to urgently push some off duty nurses away. They wanted to get me a wheelchair, but I had already made up my mind to walk. After several times of C saying I was ok, I think I finally turned around and said that I was just fine. There might have been a psycho preggo lady face in the mix. M got back in and we made our way to L&D. It honestly wasn't that far, but it sure felt like it with how fast my contractions were coming.

I finally got checked in, and they said they HAD to check me in triage. I'm fairly certain I heard my doula tell the nurses as I was dropping my drawers and maneuvering my laboring body into a position I did not want to be in, that they should call the OB. There may have been a reply of, "No, we'll check her first," then a, "Oh, you're fully dilated and your bags are intact!" Then there was a sense of urgency from the nurses and a parting of the Red Sea as one nurse went to call the OB on call (mine was out of town), one to get the L&D room ready, and one to help me get some form of a robe around me. I got off the table and started to make my way to the room. Halfway down the hall I had a massive contraction. I grabbed the handrail in the hall and squatted.My body was bearing down, and my bags exploded. You know all the books say that most of the time it's a slow trickle. Not this. I had a movie-style, water-balloon popping explosion. I really wanted to stay there, and a nurse came out to inform me that I REALLY could not have a baby in the hall of the hospital. I realized at that point that I could not stand up by myself at that point. M and our doula grabbed me by each arm and helped me the rest of the way to the delivery room.

I got managed to get up on the bed, and decided I wanted to stay on my knees facing the back of the bed. They did a handheld monitor to check on baby, and somehow managed to get a hep-lock in while I was pushing. Shortly after the OB came in and asked me to go to my side, which I promptly ignored him. I was not moving from this position. Then he told me he was going to check me during my next contraction. I was pretty busy concentrating on the task at hand. My contraction started, he started to check me, I pushed, and the baby flew out and landed on the bed. Landed. On. The. Bed. He told me to turn over and take my baby. All of a sudden, I had this beautiful baby boy on my chest, still attached to his placenta, and I had done it. I had some bleeding issues after, but I delivered the placenta and then his cord was cut. The hospital we delivered at is excellent about the "magic hour." Essentially, a full hour of uninterrupted skin-to-skin time where mom is able to establish a bond and begin nursing. It was awesome, and was such a beautiful time for us as a family. Baby C was a champ, and passed all of his tests with flying colors. He ended up nursing past the hour, and we just did all of his checks on my chest.

I am so grateful for all of the support I had. My husband who went to all of the classes, practiced our labor techniques, and wrangled our other two while I took endless baths. My doula who prayed for us, taught us, coached us, and provided us with awesome information. My OB, who answered our incessant questions, provided us with options, and was just a great support. Best quote from him, "I'm just here to help catch your baby!" Finally, our awesome nurses. Y'all our nurses were awesome. From cheering us on for our natural VBA2C, to our skin-to-skin, and then helping us establish nursing. Everyone was integral to our delivery.