Kensington Grace: A Birth Story (Part Two)

Thursday, June 29, 2017


So when I left off in part one, the nurse had checked on me and told me I was 9cm dilated. Now, from my vast knowledge of childbirth (aka I knew nothing about having a baby) I thought that you get to 10cm, start pushing and out comes the baby. But I got to a 10 and my nurse told me that I still had to wait for awhile longer before anything would be happening. By this point I was ready to get this show on the road.

Since I hadn't been able to nap all day (or eat anything since 5 that morning), I was getting so exhausted. My magic epidural was also slowly fading (or my contractions were getting worse) and the nurse gave me some cranberry juice to keep my blood sugar levels up. This didn't go well and I actually ended up being sick a couple of times.

Finally, the nurse came in to do a few practice pushes with me to show me what I should be doing and see how close we were. This was at 5:00 pm, and Kensington didn't make her debut until 9:32 pm.

You guys, I pushed for four and a half hours straight. It was exhausting. At this point it's somewhat of a blur, but I had my mom and Daniel in there with me and all I remember is trying to take sips of water in between contractions and then falling asleep for the best 2-3 minute naps of my life before the next one hit. I don't remember it hurting all that much because I got one more dose of the epidural fairly close to when we started, but I do remember never being more tired in my entire life.

The charge nurse came in when I first started pushing and my nurse told her that she expected it to be no more then an hour of pushing and to go ahead and let my doctor know. I thought this was great news! Then, she'd come back every so often to check in and my nurse would tell her not yet, and we continued this pattern for what felt like forever.

Side note...time during childbirth is a weird thing. There was a clock behind me in my room and I kept trying to see how much time had passed. Four and a half hours actually seemed like 20 minutes and I was so surprised every time I looked at the clock and saw that another hour had passed by.

Anyway, so the charge nurse came back in one last time and she decided to check what was going on in there. As it turns out, Kensington was transverse, so she was laying on her side. Every time I pushed while laying on my back, nothing was happening because she was in the wrong position (we figured this out after 3 or so hours) so they told me to lay on my side and try pushing like that, and they called my doctor to come in because they figured from this point things would move much more smoothly.

When my doctor arrived she checked my progress and asked me if I was ready to have the baby in three minutes! I was like, heck yes where have you been for the past four hours?!

She brought me in a mirror (which was never something I had anticipated using) so I could see the baby's head and see all of my hard work. First of all, ew. I don't know that I ever wanted to see so much of myself. Second of all, wow. That is all the motivation I never knew I really needed. Nothing was worse then seeing the baby come out just a little more during a contraction, only to head right back in. It made me push that much harder and longer and before I knew it, she was here!

She did have her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck twice, which I didn't find out about until much later. Daniel got to cut the cord, they cleaned her up and handed her over to me and I've never felt such a rush of emotions.

They took her away to measure her and then we realized I had a few of my own problems. I was bleeding, a lot, and my doctor couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

I developed anemia during pregnancy so I knew that my blood count wasn't where it should be before going in, and during labor I ended up loosing half of the hemoglobin levels that I came in with. I had a tear on the inside of my body that could have happened at any point during labor. After loosing so much blood I was left feeling lightheaded, fatigued (more then the usual after pushing a small watermelon from your body), and had all kinds of other not so fun symptoms. This lasted roughly two weeks or so but after plenty of iron, rest (as much as I could get) and good food I started getting back to my normal self.

Our sweet little angel was perfect, however, which was the important part for me. She came into the world weighing 6lbs, 6oz and measuring 19 inches long. She passed all of her tests with flying colors and we (despite my health concerns) were allowed to leave the hospital in just over 48 hours. We left the hospital feeling scared, overwhelmed, and unsure of ourselves. But we also left feeling excited, overjoyed and so so in love with this tiny human who was all ours.

May 4th, 2017 will forever be the most important day in my life because it brought me her.

We love you, Kensington Grace Peralta.

1 comment:

  1. It's crazy because you are never truly prepared with how exhausting pushing is!! I was at the 3 hour mark and it was terrible but so worth it in the end.

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