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Waylon’s birth story – Part 2

Read Part 1 of Waylon’s birth story

Things started early the next day, which was Friday, June 12. Since I had done so well over night and I didn’t want to be completely miserable during labor, they removed my NG tube and started all of the preps to more fully induce labor. I was 4 cm dilated by this time.

steph hospitalPrior to being induced, I had considered doing a natural labor with no epidural, but changed my mind for 3 reasons: 1. I have heard that if you are being induced with Pitocin that you’re usually better off with an epidural since contractions are often more intense and closer together. Plus, since it’s not a natural labor, it often takes longer. 2. I hadn’t eaten anything in more than 48 hours and didn’t think I’d have the strength. 3. I had been through so much pain the previous two days that I honestly didn’t think I would be able to make it another day dealing with the same sorts of pains.

They got the epidural in early, so we could start it before the induction medications. Thankfully it went in easy and worked really well for the most part. Around 11:00 a.m. they started the Pitocin, and about 2 hours later one of the doctors came in to break my water, which meant we were really getting things going. I “labored” for about 8 hours but didn’t feel a darn thing. (Except at one point I started feeling the contractions so they gave me a quick epidural booster.) Around 5:00 that evening the doctor came in to check me again and said I was at 9 cm and getting really close. (Cue the freak out!) But they told me to hang tight until I really started feeling pressure and the urge to push. It was about 7:00 when I started feeling like we were close to “go time.” Of course this is right at shift change in a hospital, so it took a little while to get everything ready for that, which I am now glad for since I think it would have been a longer road if I had started pushing right then.

It was a busy night on the delivery floor with, I believe, four other women in the final stages of labor. So it was just the nurse, my husband and me in the room when I started pushing. It was actually really nice, because it was quiet and we had the lights down low and the nurse and my husband each held one of my legs as I started pushing.

I believe my epidural had started to wear off a little by now, because I was definitely feeling contractions. This didn’t turn out to be a bad thing because it helped me better know when was time to push, rather than judging based on the monitor. It still definitely took the edge off, because even pushing never really hurt. It more of felt like a ton of pressure and took an extraordinary amount of energy. Looking back, I definitely don’t think I would have had the strength if I had been dealing with full-blown labor pains all day.

I pushed for right about an hour when we got the point that we had to get the rest of the team in there. After that, there were 5 or 6 other people as a part of the whole process. It was about another half-hour before I finally heard the “here he comes” and Waylon Alan Hughes entered the world at 9:13 p.m.

It’s normal procedure at my hospital to immediately give the child to the mother for skin-to-skin contact for a few minutes before doing all that they need to do. They brought him out and did put him on my chest, but for only a few seconds. I think because he was a preemie and wasn’t making a lot of noise right when he came out that they wanted to make sure everything was alright.

waylon birthI felt so helpless as I had to lay there while the rest of the birthing process continued to happen and they had my baby across the room, where I could hardly see him, but my husband got to stand there with him. I was waiting so anxiously to find out his weight. I knew we needed over 2000 grams to forego a guaranteed trip to the NICU. I was so nervous because just 2 weeks before I had an ultrasound and was told that he was measuring small for his due date. I was just praying that he had gained weight, even though I had been on liquid diet and bowel rest for most of the time since the scan. Then I heard he was 2580 grams, which I had no idea how big that was but knew it was over 2000! Turns out, he was 5 lbs. 11 oz.! I couldn’t believe it. I was just hoping for over 4.5 pounds and he was close to 6! He was perfectly healthy and they were able to bring him back to me and let us spend some time together after they checked him over.

I can’t explain the relief I felt in knowing that he was doing so well and had gained weight in those final weeks and would not need to go to the NICU. It is such an amazing feeling getting to meet this little one that you have anticipated for so long and who has been growing inside you for the past 9 months. He was so tiny and perfect and so much more than I could have ever imagined.

Read Part 3 of Waylon’s birth story

Waylon’s birth story – Part 1

This is the story of the birth of my son, Waylon. It actually started three weeks earlier when I was first admitted to the hospital, then dealt with several weeks of intestinal blockages and other non-fun things like NG tubes. This part of the story starts that week he ended up being born. Since a lot happened during those few days I have split the story up into three parts. 

I had just gotten home from the hospital on Sunday. I went in to work on Monday in an attempt to get back on track, but realized later on that day that it was probably too much at that point. I worked from home on Tuesday and by just having the ability to sleep in a little and not having to worry about getting ready, I was already feeling a ton better and getting my energy back.

preggo bellyI woke up Wednesday morning feeling good and planning on going into work. Shortly before I was ready to leave, my stoma started hurting again and I figured it would be wise to work another day at home. I made myself a smoothie that morning and realized around lunchtime that I hadn’t had any output since I woke up that morning. I tried to focus on drinking lots of water and avoiding food in hopes of flushing anything out. By the time the workday was over, I was having bad pain around my stoma. I tried to sleep it off for a bit, but when my husband came to check on me around 8:00 that evening I was in pretty intense pain and had already thrown up once. He said we needed to go back to the hospital and I wanted to fight it so badly, but I knew he was right. We drove to labor and delivery that evening and checked in for the 4th time in 4 weeks. I spent several really miserable hours getting checked in and checked out by doctors. Baby was looking great during this time, but I was having somewhat regular contractions. At this point, I couldn’t really tell a difference between the contractions and the intestinal pain I was feeling. The doctor checked for signs of active labor, but I was still only 1 cm dilated (which I had been the previous week).

ng tube 2They kept me on the labor floor since I was having contractions and I found out I would be getting another NG tube (joy!). And I couldn’t argue, because I knew it was the only option at that point. Thankfully, this one went in a lot easier and ended up being less uncomfortable while it was in than my previous one.

The next day was a difficult one, as I was on complete bowel rest, lots of IV fluids and (thankfully) pain meds, and continual tracking of the little one. I literally slept the entire day. My husband and mom were there for a while and I slept the whole time. I don’t really remember anything that happened that day until about 6:30 that evening, when I finally woke up. The doctors started talking more about inducing labor, which made me very nervous since I wasn’t even 36 weeks yet. They decided it was best to do a CT scan, which is a normal option for dealing with a bowel obstruction, but one that is not preferred when you’re pregnant because of the radiation. But at this point we were out of options. After we got the results from the scan, the doctors came up to tell me that I did have a massive obstruction right near the end of the intestines and stoma. Basically, my uterus was so mashed up against the stoma site that it was causing a kink and nothing could get through.

I asked if they could show me and they pulled up the images of how large my intestine had become because of the blockage. They said it looked more like colon since it was so distended. They decided to help alleviate the pressure with a catheter through the stoma. Best. Idea. Ever. That immediately started to pull out some output and shortly after I was dealing with a bag leaking output everywhere. It made a mess, but within a few hours I was already feeling about a million times better. I quickly had doctors checking in on me who were saying how much better I looked and that I was actually smiling for the first time.

This was all happening Thursday evening. And even though we were now moving in the right direction and my pain was subsiding, the doctor came in to talk to me about inducing. They said that even though it looked like we had passed this blockage (which I do now believe was the same blockage the entire time), there was really nothing they or I could do to prevent this from happening over and over again for the rest of my pregnancy. They checked me at that point and I had dilated further to 2 cm on my own, as I had continued having contractions that whole day. They inserted a foley catheter just before midnight to help jump-start the process a little further and it was official… the baby was coming soon.

Read Part 2 of Waylon’s birth story

When your body fails you

I wanted to share something I wrote just 3 days before my son was born. This was after 3 hospitalizations for an intestinal blockage (which you can read more about here) and just 1 day before I admitted myself to the hospital for a fourth time and eventually would have labor induced. It was definitely not what I had planned and it took some time for me to come to terms with the idea of letting go of the labor and birth I had desired.

There comes a point with this disease that you start to feel like your body has failed you. For me, that point was a long time ago. Longer than I can remember. And I am very thankful that I haven’t felt that way in a long time now. But by the time I admitted myself to the hospital for the third time in as many weeks, all of those feelings started flooding over me again. And this time they were even worse because I didn’t feel like I was just failing myself, but failing my child, as well. My child hadn’t even been born yet and already I couldn’t take care of him. I couldn’t get him everything he needed.

And when the doctors started talking about having to take him early, because my body wasn’t doing what it was supposed to do, it scared me. I had promised myself from the beginning of this pregnancy that I would not be one of those people wishing the baby out earlier than he was ready. Because I know that they stay in there for a reason and that when he was ready, he’d come. I didn’t want to wish any negative side effects on him simply because I was uncomfortable.

FullSizeRender-4But I was also dealing with the fact that keeping him in could be just as dangerous. I had to stay healthy in order to keep him healthy. When things started going downhill for me, I had to take medications, stay away from some of the healthy, but hard-to-digest food I was eating, and spend long hours in the hospital, all of which could cause him harm. Still, the last thing I wanted was for him to enter the world surrounded by cold machines and being hooked up to tubes and wires. I have spent enough of my life there that I hope he never has to know that. I wanted the first things he knew to be me and his dad and how much we love him. I wanted it to be warmth and excitement, not being whisked away to a NICU.

These are feelings I don’t know how to move past. It’s a hard place to be when you feel like you can’t trust your own body. All I can do is pray and trust that God will see me through and will take care of my little one, whenever and however he arrives.

I cried the entire time I wrote these words, feeling so uncertain and scared. I am so thankful that God did see me through and He did take care of my little one who was born at a healthy weight, did not have to be hooked up to any tubes or wires and spent no time in the NICU. He came out to that warmth and excitement I had hoped for him. You can read the full story here.

So while things did not go exactly as I had planned, in the end we had a healthy little boy. And during the induction, my body stepped up and allowed for a smooth delivery. It’s like it knew it was time for him to be born. I guess it wasn’t as much of a failure as I had thought. 

My thoughts on having children when you have IBD…

On three separate occasions in the past few weeks, I’ve been confronted with the discussion of individuals who have been diagnosed with a chronic disease, specifically Crohn’s disease or ulcerative colitis, deciding to have children. I realize this can be a controversial topic and, as you probably know, I am currently 8 months pregnant with my first child, so I understand the process that you go through when making that sort of decision. I understand why there are those who might decide not to have children themselves, whether due to their personal desires or due to concerns about their own or their children’s health. And while all of this played a role in our process, I wanted to share some of the reasons why my husband and I made the decision we did. And that’s not to say that this process should look the same for everyone else. This is a deeply personal decision, one that no one else can make for you and one that no one should ever pass judgment on.

I have always wanted kids and have never really considered not having them. Since I was much younger than I am now, I have wanted to be a mother and to have a family. Both my husband and I come from family-centric homes and we’re still very close with all of our family members. I don’t think I have ever truly considered not being a mom at some point in my life, whether through natural means, medical assistance or adoption. I think it’s something that is built into who I am and what I desire out of life.

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