Well, he's finally here and I am no longer pregnant! For those closest to me know how hard the last few weeks were for me. Partly, because my precious daughter came early, 37.5 weeks (which spoiled me), and then mostly because I had started to feel bad towards the end. I can't describe it, just not my "pregnant" self. Turned out I did have an infection, which after a trip to the hospital got it all figured out, I was on the mend. That was a stressful few days to say the least, but onto the birth story....
I had been only 1cm from 37weeks to 39weeks and was heading to my 40 week appointment preparing myself to hear the same thing again. Thanks to my dear friend Rachel for listening to me cry pretty much after every.single.appointment (again, hormones, sick, headaches, pregnant, not a good mixture-crazy emotional pregnant lady over here!) Well, I ending up hearing quite the opposite. I was now 4cm with a bulging bag. Mikah looked great on the ultrasound that day, and my OB told me it would be soon; like the very next day. I was thrilled and thought "finally, we made it!"
That night I started having contractions that were 15 minutes apart. By morning they were 6 minutes apart and my doctor wanted me to go to hospital to start the process of having precious baby Mikah. I got all checked in, and was ready. My midwife wanted me to start pitocin to get my contractions closer together. Therefore, my nurse started to put in my IV. Well that was an experience all in itself. I ended up being stuck five times by my nurse and a member of the IV team, all because they kept hitting a valve. It took over an hour ( & three bruises later) to finally get the IV in. It was after 10am when they started me on pitocin.
My nurse and midwife told me to just let them know when I was ready for my epidural, however since my contractions weren't extremely painful until after my water broke with Kensleigh I expected it to be about them same with Mikah-WRONG!. So I told them I would wait it out until I was truly uncomfortable. Well after about an hour I was definitely experiencing some pain but was waiting to be checked to see where I was at before going forward with the epidural. I asked my nurse when my midwife would be back to check me and she told me as soon as she was done assisting in another delivery. Well, about 20 minutes later (11:35ish) I couldn't wait any longer and told my nurse I was ready for the epidural. Every time I had a contraction I was having the urge to use the restroom and Jong was having to unhook me, help me to the bathroom, and re-hook me; it was becoming a nuisance. After I made it back to bed from my last potty break my water broke. And lets just say that my contractions doubled in pain. My nurse helped me lay down on my side and said that the anesthesiologist was on his way. (This was all about 11:55am)
The anesthesiologist made it to the room alright. He took one look at me and asked my nurse if we had time. Had time? I thought, with my head buried in my mattress and hand gripping the bed rail I whispered/mumbled/cried, Please have time... SIDE NOTE: Jong had left the room at this point to go get his jacket from a friend in the lobby because I was apparently freezing him out of the room. I had no idea he had left because I was concentrating on my contractions and trying to live through them. Then I hear the anesthesiologist "when was the last time she was checked?" My nurse replies, "Yesterday afternoon she was 4cm a her checkup." To which he replied, "she needs to be checked so I can make sure I have time to give her the epidural."
My nurse made some comment about my midwife liking to check her own patients but that she would do it since my midwife wasn't in the room currently. So she rolls me over checks me says, "she's a 7, no she's an 8, we have time." WRONG again...
At this point with one nurse, and the anestegologist in the room, no husband either remember, I scream and push and basically yell pressure! My nurse starts calling people in through the call button, slight panic in her voice, and the anesthesiologist ran out to get Jong (who literally almost missed the birth of his son).
All I know at this point is that people are running all around me and that this baby was coming in a matter of seconds and I thought that Jong had passed out because he wasn't standing beside me. I'm reaching for someone's hand to hold because most intense pain I have ever experienced and my doctor comes to my rescue. He gives me two fingers to hold...squeeze, looks me in the eyes and says "Take your scream, contain it, then push with it ". I took his advice and pushed once, (at this point Jong made it back in the room and switched places with my doctor, who warned him that I could break his fingers), pushed again and Mikah was born. It was an intense release and myself & body I think were in shock.
He was beautiful and crying and I couldn't believe what had just happened in a matter of about fifteen minutes. Neither could the nurses/midwife/doctor. They all said how abnormally fast he was born, but that apparently Mikah had finally decided to come into this world and wasn't waiting another second.
Jong recalls my doctor swooping down to "catch" Mikah like a football, lifting him up and saying "Here's your baby!"
All I know is that it was fast, it was expected yet unexpected, it was painful, but it was beautiful all at the same time. And that I couldn't have done it without my doctor, midwife, team of nurses, and of course my husband (who I'm glad wasn't passed out in the corner of the room and made it back to the room just in the nick of time-we can thank the anesthesiologist for that.)
He was here, finally here. Mikah James Kim. And our lives were forever changed again.
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Amazing!! God is so good! Blessings to you guys!
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