My son is turning one this week and this milestone makes for the perfect time to share his birth story with the world!
Raiden Alexander’s Birth Story
The story of my son’s birth isn’t all that exciting, but it is one that I want to remember until the end of time. We began our day bright and early; because I had a scheduled cesarean section we knew exactly when we had to be at the hospital. I was the lucky duck who had to arrive at 5am, but was worried that the weather would cause our 30 minute drive to be an hour drive that I made us pack the car a little before 4am.
My instincts were slightly off and it only took us 30 minutes to get to the hospital and this meant that we were earlier than I planned for us to be. It didn’t stop us though. The front doors had just been unlocked to the hospital and we made our way up to the maternity ward. I was pleased that they got us right in and we didn’t have to wait until 5am to get into a room. This meant that we got me ready sooner than planned, but this was a good thing because as per normal it took a few attempts to get my IV in place.
It was after everything was in place that I thought I was going to die. It was right around 6:30am when I got this god awful pain in my lower back and left hip. I swear I wanted to double over from the pain. It was like no other pain I have ever been in. I soon learned that I was having contractions and that they had moved into my back causing me this awful pain. It was this pain that led them to bringing us downstairs to the OR.
You would think I should have assumed it was contractions, but with the random pains that I get on a daily basis I had assumed it was just one of those crazy pains. Boy was I wrong!
Prep Me Up For This C-Section
The next hour was a blur though it felt like it took forever! We sat in the OR prep room for almost an hour because the doctor was running behind. We had been having terrible storms that had caused us to miss my last pre-op doctor visit and caused my doctor to lose power in his home that morning.
Once I was brought into the OR things began moving forward though I hated being in their alone with all the doctors until they were ready to start the surgery. Once they were ready to begin and I was drugged up my lovely man came strolling in.
This is when it got interesting. No, seriously it did because I was a hoot. The morphine they had me on made me crazy loopy. There were times when I forgot what we were doing because I was do high on my medication. From what I’ve been told I had some real interesting things to say.
I was thankful for pictures because I barely remember my baby boy being brought to me in the OR. It is one reason why I wish I hadn’t been so medicated.
But the medication had to happen because I never would have been calm enough on the operating table.
It hurts to say it, but I can’t remember my son first being laid on my chest in my room. I was still too drugged up. The pictures of him first lying on my chest are just too precious, but I wish I could remember the feel of him wiggling his way to my breast the first time to nurse.
Even with the spaces where I cannot remember things due to the medication I was on I couldn’t have had a better birthing experience. The birth of my son is something that I was always remember and cherish. I cannot wait until he is all grown up and I can share with him this birth story.