With her 1st birthday looming only a few short weeks away, I suppose now is as good a time as any to share Miss Olivia’s birth story…
June 24, 2013 – I was one day shy of being 42 weeks pregnant on the day my induction began. I had hoped to go into labor on my own, but sweet girl was happily staying put and I just couldn’t handle another 40-hour work week at 10 months pregnant.
After a weekend of walking, walking, walking and still not going into labor, we arrived at the hospital at 6am Monday morning to begin the induction. The nurse got us checked in and settled into our room and the waiting game began. The midwife on call was not the same midwife who scheduled the induction, and apparently she forgot to check her schedule that morning. We ended up waiting until 10am for her to arrive and begin the process.
The day dragged on and on after the induction began. I was having very regular contractions, but didn’t really feel any of them until around 5 or 6pm, and even then they weren’t unbearable. By 9pm the midwife decided that it would be best for me to take a sleeping pill and try to get some rest and then continue on in the morning. I was disappointed because I was really hoping she would be born on the 24th since it is my aunt’s birthday, but Olivia had different plans. The nurse took one look at me after the midwife left the room and said “you have no intention of taking that sleeping pill, do you? Yeah, that’s what I thought from the look on your face…” She got a bath ready for me instead and I settled in to relax for a bit while Oliver went off to the airport to pick up my mom.
They got back a little after 11pm and we caught up for a bit before settling down around 1am to try to get some sleep. I slept for about 45min before having to get up to go to the bathroom and then dozed off again around 2am and dreamed that I was in labor. I got up to go to the bathroom (again!) at 2:40am and knew something was starting to happen so called the nurses in. At 2:53am I said to the nurse “I feel like I’m leaking” and then suddenly felt a huge gush and knew that my water had broken. Adrenaline kicked in at that point and I began shaking uncontrollably. Olivia was also still turned slightly sideways and had scooted herself back up, so the contractions became much more intense as her head was knocking against my spine. Someone once told me that “back labor will want to make you drown puppies” and after having experienced it, I would agree. The regular contractions had become intense, but nothing compared to the pain shooting all the way from my tailbone up to my neck.
I finally decided that I did want the epidural (I was 3cm and 80-90% effaced) and they got that done around 4:30am. After 16 hours of early labor and 2 hours of active labor I was grateful for the relief and was able to doze off for a while.
Fast forward to the morning of the 25th – the midwife came in a little after 8am, checked and said we were ready to push!
Olivia Caroline was born at 9:40am after roughly an hour of pushing. She had the cord wrapped around her neck and did NOT like her head being squished (her hand was near her face and I could feel her scratching in annoyance as she was coming out!), but other than that the delivery was fairly uneventful other than having to be on oxygen in between pushes as I was having trouble breathing. They placed her on my chest as soon as she was born and we just stared at each other for a while. She didn’t cry or make a sound until they took her over to get her stats – 6lb 13oz and 20in long.
Olivia’s name means “Peaceful Song of Joy” and we are so grateful to have her as part of our family!