I wanted to share Andrew's birth story on here as a way to keep it saved in time, but also fill in the details for friends and family who are interested!
Drew's induction began at 4am on January 12th at a wonderful Cleveland Clinic hospital here in snowy Ohio. The anticipation ran so high that I'm pretty sure I only enjoyed a few hours sleep the night before. Either way, I was ready.
Once checked in, my first nurse led me to the the room where I would experience my first contractions leading to the miracle of life. I remember her being completely not what I imagined. I was expecting this happy labor and delivery nurse who would walk me through the process with a smile on her face and a caring demeanor. Instead, her shift was ending in an hour or so and she shuffled me through the process with annoyance and a cold aura. She administered the pitocin, watched my monitor off and on and then her shift thankfully ended. The next nurse was wonderful. I wish I could remember her name, but she's what you want by your side when there is stress on your baby or questions to be asked.
Around 8:14am, my OBGYN, Dr. Jean Reinhold, came to break my water in hopes of speeding up labor. I was progressing fairly slow and I knew that breaking the water was a normal next step. The contractions still didn't really start until around 9:30am. I was quite surprised at how minimal they felt, even joking with Derek about how this wasn't so hard. My mind dwelled on the fact that my stomach was hungry as the contractions began to slowly increase. The idea of a natural labor was something I was open to try, but after an hour or so of deep contractions becoming exponentially worse, I knew it wasn't for me. Derek would later tell me that I looked and sounded like someone possessed writhing in pain. My power labor music wasn't doing it's job and I needed pain management. I opted for the epidural at 11:30am and it felt like
forever for the anesthesiologist to get to the room. Just like the cliche, I was terrified of the huge needle and it's a joke when they tell you to hold still despite going through an incredibly strong contraction. I absolutely hated the fact that Derek wasn't allowed to be in the room for the shot, but my wonderful nurse helped me get through the fear and pain. And then bliss set in.
With the pain minimized, I was able to relax and enjoy the experience; even catching a bit of sleep! We watched TV, hung out with Matt and Whitney (who were in town) and just enjoyed what we could. That afternoon, however, my relaxed state shifted dynamics a bit when Drew began to show signs of stress. His heart rate wasn't reacting to my contractions how they should and I was quickly shifted into a few different positions to help. Nothing helped and we seemed to be slipping into a more dangerous state by the minute. I tried to hold back tears as Derek did everything he could to make me feel better over those two hours. The word "c-section" was thrown around and I was mentally and emotionally preparing myself to go that route. I always knew it was an option and wasn't one of those women who are "against" anything. I figured it was 2011 and the world of medicine knew what they were doing. I was more worried with the recovery time and the scar it would leave. Ultimately, I let them know that they needed to do whatever necessary to make sure my little boy came out healthy.
Finally, my amazing OB made the call to increase the pitocin back up to where it was earlier that morning. If Andrew's stress continued, we would go immediately into surgery to bring him out. If he handled the increase better, we could continue laboring in the room and hope for a vaginal birth. Our little angel decided he wanted to come out the natural way and did a great job keeping his heart rate at a solid level. At about 5pm, the pressure became extreme and I was fully dilated. It was time. Time to do what I had been preparing for the last 10 months. Time to make Derek a father and myself a mother. As Derek texted family with an update for the 79th time that morning, I braced myself and began to push with my OB, nurses and Derek by my side.
After an hour of excruciating pushes, I became very exhausted. With no calories to give me energy and each push feeling like I was going to explode, I remember the fear of not being able to continue. I CRAVED those 2 minutes in between contractions where I could relax. Finally, during one push I heard a nurse say "he has a
bunch of light brown hair" and saw Derek's eyes begin to well up. This was the motivation I needed to make those last few painful pushes in order to meet our son. At 6:22 pm, after about 13 hours of labor, Drew emerged into this world and immediately let out a huge cry. I remember thinking I was so very thankful to hear his voice quickly and not have that as another worry. The cord was wrapped around his neck two times meaning Derek didn't get the honor of cutting it, but other than that, he was perfect. I will never forget seeing his face for the first time as they cleaned, weighed and measured him first. He was a big boy at 8 lbs 2 oz and 20.5 inches long with gorgeous blue eyes and an adorable head of hair. When they finally laid him on me, he opened his eyes very quickly and already began to take in his new world as we lay together. If we only knew this would set the tone for his personality as a baby and toddler, always one to sit back and enjoy watching. I was in heaven.
Eventually, Matt and Whit were brought into the room where they met their little nephew for the first time. And what they brought me was something I don't think I'll ever forget. Not being able to eat all day I was absolutely starving and that Steak N Shake cheeseburger and milkshake were absolutely delicious. I don't know if it was the drugs I was on or the emotional state I was in, but I doubt I'll ever have another milkshake that tasted like a little piece of heaven.
The next 2 days in the hospital were full of so many emotions as we spent time with Drew and fell deeply in love. I felt this extreme level of calm and peacefulness, more than I ever have in my life. Bonding with him was the most serene, warm feeling and I just loved every second. The nurses would constantly compliment his temperament saying he cried the least in the nursery, and especially during all the poking and prodding they have to do to infants. We went home 48 hours after his birth and after a quick breakdown from the fear of not being surrounded by medical staff, we settled in. Drew did have jaundice, which was at its height around day 3 and 4, but quickly decreased and was gone by day 8. My parents flew in when Drew was only a few days old and Derek's parents would come shortly after mine left. Our new 'normal' began and I loved being a family of 3.
I must say that I lucked out in the husband department. Derek was by my side every step of the way and did a wonderful job updating our families via text messages while keeping all focus on me. I could not have asked for a better support person and coach and appreciate everything he did for me. Although I know he was feeling what I was during our 'scares', he remained strong and was a shoulder for me to lean on. I'm not sure I would have made it without his encouragement, tender touch and loving words throughout pregnancy, let alone the birth. Love you more than ever babe. You are my rock.
So that's it. A pretty standard story in my opinion. The only thing that's not standard is our deep love and connection with Drew!