April 9th was Harvey's due date. "Oh how nice it will be to have a spring baby!" is what I heard time and time again.
Well, not when you live in Minnesota.
I joked with my doctors during the last few weeks of my pregnancy that it just felt like Groundhog's Day. I'd wake up, I'd still be super pregnant and it'd still be snowing.
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| My brother's car stuck in my parents driveway April 18th |
I'd been getting checked weekly starting at 37 weeks and the first few weeks I wasn't dilated. I didn't think anything of it- birth can change so quickly that it just didn't mean a whole lot to me to be told I wasn't dilated.
I was trying for a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean) and you cannot be induced with a VBAC for fear that the medication might be too strong so that it rips your previous c-section scar open. So... you either have to go into labor naturally or repeat a c-section. I was determined to go into labor naturally.
My body isn't broken!
I read all the books. Ina May's Guide to childbirth, Hypnobirthing and took a VBAC class.
I was determined.
Then
39 weeks rolled around... nothing.
40 weeks... nothing. So I walked and walked and walked. Did all the tricks in the book- spicy food, sex (sorry if thats too much info), jumping jacks, stair climber.
40+3 days... nothing. At this point I needed to have ultrasounds to check fluid levels every 3 days and they recommended setting up a c-section to just be on the surgery schedule. Hesitantly, I did, April 19th, my new deadline. Harvey looked great on the ultrasound and fluid levels were good, sooooo we kept on keeping on. And then added accupuncture.
41 weeks...nothing. Ugh. It was getting miserable. It was still snowing and I was still pregnant. Everyone that stopped me in a store and asked "When are you due?" I wanted to scream "ONE WEEK AGO!!!". At this point I shut myself off from the world. I was getting texts, emails, calls, FB messages from kind friends genuinely wondering when Harvey was coming. But to me, I was sensitive. It was like a subliminal pressure that I had on myself and my body to "perform". And despite having it be my full time job for the last 2 weeks to have this baby boy- I couldn't do it. I was doing EVERYTHING. I know people were caring, but it was just hard to tell everyone that nothing was happening even though I was giving it my all.
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| We had a lot of snuggly evenings together watching Nemo & Tangled. |
This is when I took Castor Oil. My doctors gave me the go ahead- they were rooting for me to VBAC as well- and they just said give it all you got.
Big mistake. Horrible tummy cramps=horrible contractions and in the bathroom all night. (Sorry, TMI again...) In fact, we went to the hospital. I was having VERY strong contractions according to the monitor, but as those of you know who've had a baby- contractions aren't contractions unless they change your cervix. This didn't happen for me, so we were sent home. Before getting sent home, my doctor came in (the one who I set up a c-section with for the 19th) and gave me the best pep talk of my life. She encouraged me to stop thinking/worrying/trying. If it was going to happen it would. She said to go out on dates, set up fun things to do and quit thinking about it. I needed this. Up until this point, every little pang of a braxton-hicks made me think it was time, but it never ended up that way.
So we took her advice. We went to the children's museum, out for dinner, movies, visited my parents, walked around the lakes and made the most of the time off with each other & with Samantha. I had my last check on Thursday, April 18th and my c-section scheduled for the 19th, which would mark 10 days overdue.
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C-Section Day/Harvey's Birthday/41 Weeks + 3 days.
To be Continued |