Feels crazy that I’m almost halfway done with my pregnancy. So far, it’s been incredibly easy. I was only nauseated for three weeks at the beginning and now I barely feel pregnant. The only reminder for me is when I feel her squirming. I’m so lucky to have had easy pregnancies with both kids. I can’t wait to watch my bump grow more. I’ve always felt prettiest when I’m pregnant. Having had lots of body issues in my past, it feels so good to feel beautiful.
After having my c-section with baby #1, I’m hoping to have a successful VBAC this second time around. But I’m nervous that it’ll end in an emergency c-section just like my first one. How many of you have had either a successful VBAC or a not-so-successful VBAC? I know once you have a second c-section, it becomes much more unlikely that you’ll be able to deliver vaginally in any new pregnancies.
Babies are great, and we would do anything to get them out safely. With that being said, having an emergency c-section was horrible. You don’t get to follow any plan or make your own decision about what you want to do… you HAVE to do it in order to get your baby out safely. It’s scary. It’s an emergency. Nobody wants to have an emergency where their child is concerned. However, it happens to lots of mothers and children. It happened to my son and I. He got out safely… after pooping inside me before he left. That was fun to find out later. Luckily, I didn’t get any infection because my doctor is amazing.
Everything happened really fast.. I remember that. My husband was told to go put on some sterile clothing before he could meet me in the surgery room. I hated being apart from him even if it was just for a few minutes. I remember being wheeled into the room on my bed and not being able to move because I had already gotten an epidural earlier. I hated that I couldn’t move and help get myself onto the operating table. Once the doctors had me down on the table, they made me put both of my arms out like I was about to sit up and take flight. Then they pumped me full of numbing medicine and pretty much everything below my boobs felt like air. Once my husband was in the room, they started. There was a lot of pressure and tugging, but it was painless. Then we heard the first sounds of our baby boy and all the scared and worried feelings I had were gone.
My husband went with the doctor to see the baby get his first bath and get weighed and everything. I missed that… and that sucked. I was wheeled to a recovery room and didn’t see my baby for about two hours after the operation. After the first hour in the recovery room, the numbing started to wear off and I got horrible searing pains from my c-section wound. It just kept getting worse and worse even with the heavy pain medicine they gave me. But I didn’t care… I just wanted to see my baby. When I finally got to see him, I felt no pain.
The next day was pretty tough. They took out my catheter and peeing pretty much hurt for three weeks after. The part that hurt the worst was when the nurses first make you get out of bed. They told me I needed to walk to the bathroom and try to go. It took me literally 10 minutes to walk 10 feet, but I did it. A nurse walked in with me and helped me go to the bathroom. Then, 10 more minutes to get back into bed.
I thought for sure I wouldn’t get to go home for another couple of days, but I was healing great and they let me go home two days after my surgery.
But, I hadn’t pooped yet. Let me tell you, THAT is the worst pain post c-section by far. Pooping and sneezing are the absolute worst. I cringe just thinking about it.
C-sections suck, but they’re completely worth every second of discomfort to have that beautiful baby in your arms. I would do it over and over again for my kids.
Everyone hopes for an easy and uncomplicated delivery of their babies. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case for me.
It started even before I got pregnant. A year before, actually. During the summer of 2014, I ended up with a pulmonary embolism. Having blood clots in your lungs is one of the scariest things imagineable. It was more painful than anything I’ve ever experienced. Thanks to those, I was put on blood thinners for a year. Right after that year was up, I found out I was pregnant and had to be switched to blood thinners that I inject into my stomach every day. Fun, right? Well, because of that, I had to schedule an induction so that I could stop my blood thinners the day before. The magic day came and I went to the hospital at 4am for an induction. My doctor even told me I was the perfect candidate for one as I was already dilating and effacing without having an induction. Everything went super fast in the morning. My doctor said that we would probably have a baby by noon. Then noon came and still no baby. Then three came. Then four and so on. I was stuck at 9.5cm and it wouldn’t go any further. And the baby’s heart rate was starting to go haywire. I count myself kind of lucky because my husbands flight didn’t make it in until 7pm that night and he didn’t arrive until around 9. By 10pm, we were talking about an emergency c section and by 10:45, I was crying in my dads arms because they were about to wheel me back to surgery. It wasn’t what I wanted. I was scared I would bleed too much or that I would get another blood clot or something would go wrong with the baby. Thankfully, everything went well apart from my child pooping inside me before they got to take him out. Gross.
He was born just before midnight and he was precious. It was absolutely scary, but also it was the most wonderful moment in my life.
I’m now pregnant again with baby #2 which is a girl! I’m on blood thinners again and that’ll mean another induction. I’m going to be trying for a VBAC, so we will see how it goes. Fingers crossed it’ll be better than last time.
I was 24 when I gave birth to my first baby. We named him Donovan. He’s the most amazing kid I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky to have him in my life! However, when we got pregnant, my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were definitely not expecting it. We were scared to tell our parents. Terrified to experience birth. What if we weren’t good parents? What if we did everything wrong?
The more interesting thing about our relationship was that we were long distance for most of the 7 years that we were together before we got pregnant. When I say long distance, I mean long distance. I was in Texas and he was in Canada. Nobody thought we would last, but we did.
Our relationship was strained a bit during my pregnancy. We were both in the last year of college and barely saw each other. It was hard. He had a flight that he ended up missing the day I gave birth, so he had to catch a different flight and got there less than an hour before my emergency c-section. It was a hectic day, but we have wonderful parents that helped us through it. They didn’t care that we weren’t married or that we lived far apart from each other. They knew we would make it work, and we did. He went back to school after ten days with us and finished college. Then he came to live with us and we got married 9 months later. You know one of the best parts about our wedding? We got to include our first born and he was absolutely the most memorable thing for everyone. He was adorable.
We did things a little out of the traditional order, and that’s okay. Not everyone will agree with me, but you should live your life the way you want to. If it doesn’t hurt anyone, then who cares? I love the way my little family happened and that’s all that matters.