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Shark Baby’s Birth Story

Shark Boy’s birth was not what I had planned, but it was beautiful in every aspect I could imagine. With his own plan for his grand entrance, I can see that he will be gently redirecting my plans for him when they don’t always align with his.
My due date was June 27 and all of my prenatal visits with the midwifery group had been great. He was growing normally and so was I. The midwifes felt that everything was in line for him to come any time, but they were not pushing me to induce.
About 32 weeks along, I began studying the Hypnobabies program for self-hypnosis in childbirth. I wanted an all natural water birth. (Or water labor, as my hospital recently outlawed the practice of actually delivering in the water. They still allowed labor in the water.) Each night before bed, I put my headphones in and climbed onto the bed to listen to my Hypnobabies track to relax and learn.
Fast forward to June 25th. I was officially on maternity leave and Shark Boy could arrive any day. Throughout my pregnancy I stayed active with yoga and light exercise. Once on leave, I kicked it up a bit to “walk the baby out.” I woke up early and walked 1-2 miles at the nearby elementary school. I was still doing Hypnobabies program and listened to my positive pregnancy affirmations while walking.
On Saturday, June 28th, it was my dad’s birthday. I got up early to walk and enjoyed the brisk walk. I was feeling a bit of discomfort at the end of the walk, but just attributed it to tiredness. Around noon, my husband and I met his dad and step-mother at a baseball game. The weather was muggy, so I stayed in the shade as much as possible. When I got up to walk to the restroom on the other side of the park, I noticed a few sharp pains at the top of my abdomen. I never experienced any Braxton-Hicks contractions during the previous weeks of my pregnancy, so I thought they were finally kicking in. The twinges were VERY mild so I didn’t even think more about it.
We left and at lunch with the in-laws at a nearby restaurant. Afterwards, my husband laid down to take a nap and I told him I was going to drive over to my dad’s to see him for his birthday. I stopped to fill the car up with gas. While there, my back started hurting really bad. I called my dad and apologized for not being able to come see him on his birthday. I told him I needed to go home and take a hot bath to relax my back. He understood.
At home, the bath was completely worthless to me. I couldn’t get the water hot enough to relax me and take my mind of the increasing pain despite lisenteing to my Hypnobabies track. The track is supposed to help keep your mind relaxed and calm, but I could not keep my mind in the deep state of relaxation. My “off switch” (a Hypnobabies technique) was not working.
I woke my husband up and told him that he probably needed to pack his bag because tonight was likely the night. (Yep…he’s that guy). He packed his bag and the car while I sat on my pregnancy ball to relax and labor. He called the midwife for me and she told me to go ahead and head to triage. My contractions were still 7-8 minutes apart at this time, but they were VERY intense now.
I turned on my “Birth Day Affirmations/Active Labor” track on Hypnobabies to get focused on the big event. I did my best to stay in the “off position”, but I was not able to effectively breathe through each pressure wave and stay relaxed. The only pain I had at all was in my lower back. It felt like a menstrual cramp from hell. It was like someone was standing on my lower back every five minutes.
Husband finally got the car loaded and we hit the highway to the hospital. I kept my eyes closed and listened to my affirmations in the car. Again, I tried to stay in the “off” position, but the intense pressure waves kept bringing me back to focus. It was about a 15-minute ride to the hospital that was quite uncomfortable for me. We arrived at the hospital around 8:00 p.m. and found that there was no one in the check-in area. My patience was wearing thin. Luckily, he found a courtesy phone and we were buzzed up to the secured labor and delivery floor.
The triage nurse checked me and I was dilated to 4 cm. She left to call the midwife on call (my favorite one by the way) to find out what to do next. I sat on the bed and my husband tried to put pressure on my back. Nothing was working. I could not get relaxed with Hypnobabies and knew the pain was too intense for me at this point. I told the triage nurse that my birth plan was out the window. Forget it. Give me the damn epidural.
She questioned me because it was in my chart and plan to have a water labor and natural delivery. After another painful wave in my back, I confirmed “YES!! Give it to me please.” The nurse said they were going to admit me and she went to get the Anesthesiologist prepped. She got me to a room and I tried to breathe through the pressure waves, but they were continuing to get worse on my lower back.
After being at the hospital about 45 minutes or so, she checked me again and I was at 6 cm. My water broke when she checked me and about that time the anesthesiologist came in to do his job. But, by God, I swear the man was asking to get punched. I know it was his job, but he asked me the same questions about 10 times before he began. I was beginning to get really stressed out and uncomfortable.
The papers were signed and I sat still long enough to get the epidural. After about 20 minutes, I began to relax and finally feel peace. My nurse had to switch with another nurse at shift change. I began to get a little apprehensive again because I didn’t want to change nurses mid labor. But, I am so glad the new nurse came in because she was amazing. Eva was a gift from heaven.
My midwife finally came in and she checked me. It was now around 9:30 or so and had progress to around 8 cm. During this time, my mom arrived. She lives 45 minutes away and I was worried that she wasn’t going to make it. I wanted her in the room with us and she finally made it. About the same time, my husband’s family arrived. They were not staying in the room. (There were about 10 of them, kids included). We visited with them for a bit and sent them to the waiting room as we got closer to go time.
Around 11:50 p.m., the midwife had me start pushing. I was trying to push this little man out before midnight so he would share his Papaw’s birthday. He was not ready. It took nearly an hour of laboring to get Shark Boy out of the birth canal. At 1:02 a.m. on June 29, 2014 he made his grand entrance into the world. He weighed in at 8 pounds 14.5 oz and 21.5 inches long.

I immediately knew why my plans changed and why I had to push for an hour. His right hand came through the birth canal with him. His hand had been pushing down on my lower back making it that much more difficult to fit through my hips. Had I gone through with natural labor, my midwife said it would have probably been very difficult. With the extra width of his hand and arm coming through the birth canal, Shark Boy caused me to rip and require several stitches down there.
It was not what I had planned, but it was well worth it all.

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It’s a Balancing Act

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Everyone tells you that parenthood will change your life forever. When you are pregnant, all you hear is “Blah, blah, blah. Rainbows and butterflies. It will be the best time of your life. It will be the worst time of you life. Blah. Blah. Blah.”
Until that day comes, you are never fully prepared to be a parent. You can read every book on every aspect of parenting a child, but until he or she is actually in your arms it is all just theory. No amount of friendly advice, book reading or parenting classing will prepare you for your child.
I have a small army of nieces and nephews (12 to be exact) that I thought prepared me quite well for being a mommy. I have changed many a poopy diaper, calmed colicky babies, kissed boo-boos, wrangled unruly toddlers, etc.
While it did give me some insight on how to make sure the diaper was on the right way, it did not prepare me for learning how to live life with this new tiny human. My whole life now has a new axis. It no longer revolves around what I want to do in my free time, it revolves around making sure this little one is fed, burped, cleaned and loved to the best of my ability.
The love part came naturally. From the moment the midwife placed him on my chest, it was true love. I suspect it will remain that way until they put me six feet under.
What is more challenging, is learning how to effectively do all of the stuff I did before becoming mommy. You know, like showering, eating a meal, exercising, having an adult conversation. Thankfully, my husband has flexibility with his job that allows him to work from home some days and on others have more flexible hours. This has allowed me to transition into mommyhood a little bit more smoothly. He has held Shark Boy while I was able to get a shower. He has been gracious enough to fix my plate for me so I can nurse and eat at the same time.
I am still trying to balance the exercise thing. One would think that when baby naps would be a great time to get in your 30 minutes of exercise on DVD. Not always. Cranky baby is cranky. That 30 minutes with Shaun T becomes 55 minutes because you have to change a diaper or try to nurse baby back to sleep. Or you say “Whatever!” and give up for the day. You stay in your workout clothes so your husband thinks you are Super Mommy who can balance all of these things.
Well, I am Super Mommy. Shark Boy thinks so even if there are days that I feel more like the evil villain who has been defeated by the superhero baby.

Back to Reality?

After 10 gloriously stressful, happy, sleepless weeks of maternity leave, I reluctantly returned to work on Monday.
I had plans to wake up early and get in a 30 minute workout. That didn’t happen. I had a cuddlebug on my chest so I took an extra 30 minutes to cuddle and snooze.
At 5:30 a.m. I finally rolled out of bed and moved to the rocker to nurse him. A few tears rolled down my face as I watched him eat. I put him down in his crib to snooze for a few minutes while I proceeded to get ready for work. Showering, dressing and doing my hair went by with ease. But, when I started to get him ready for daycare I lost it.
“OMG! My baby is going to be spending the next 10 hours in the arms of a stranger. I can’t do this. What if he refuses to take the bottle? What will we do? OMG,” I thought as I dressed him and put him in his carseat.
I managed to drop him off with the sitter and walked out the door without crying. I left quickly so I wouldn’t lose it. Well, I LOST IT in the car on the ride to work. It was so much harder than I thought.
Once I got to work, everyone and their brother welcomed me back and asked me about the little man. I was fine as long as they didn’t ask how I was doing. I could mask my sadness with a smile by talking about how wonderful it was to be a mommy.
But, alone in the room with my breast pump I began to think about him and began to get sad again. What in the world was I doing? Leaving my baby? How could I do this?

Alas, I made it to 5 p.m. and I hit the door running to get my little man. I was certain that I would get to the sitter only to find him howling with his face cringed and tears forming in his little eyes. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to find him sleeping peacefully on her lap. She was sucessfully coerced him into taking a bottle. He ate dutifuly and took nearly 12 ounces on his first full day. I was in total shock. Not that she kept him safe and happy (she has kept children for years and they all LOVE her), but that my baby would actually take a bottle. I was so happy. I could now go back to work and not have to spend most of my day worrying if the phone would ring with her on the line telling me he was miserable.

Today I sit nearly two weeks into my back to work routine and see that the boy has adjusted seamlessly. He loves the sitter and is happy and peaceful when I pick him up each day. I am still struggling to get back to the daily grind successfully. My life as I knew it before has forever changed. I thought my postpartum emotions were under control, but as soon as I started back to this new reality it all went to hell. I still find myself a bawling mess that is easily overwhelmed by emotions. I wish this wasn’t normal.