Happy New Year! Our sweet baby girl has been here for 4 whole months as of today and after a long delay i’m finally sharing her birth story. I had recorded a video with Jonathan to post on Youtube. Well, that didn’t feel right – so here I am, back to blogging. I will definetly be blogging more in 2020 and posting more on instagram via A Sold Out Life. I didn’t fully realize what a life changing experience Eden’s birth would be. An experience I am grateful for. Disclaimer: Not every experience will be the same.
With that said, here is the story of how Eden Kendall Simpson entered into our lives…
My first contraction woke me up sometime after 2:00am the following morning. I didn’t think it was a contraction, but a similar feeling of cramps woke me up each hour until 5:00am. That’s when I started timing them with the help of my mom via whatsapp call. Between 2:00am and 5:00am I tried walking around, changing my position in an attempt to sleep or just be comfortable. I was only able to get maybe 10 minutes of sleep with every position change. I did all those things because I thought it might be the Braxton Hicks. Mom timed a few and when they were 8 minutes a part I finally woke Jonathan 10 minutes to 6:00am. I told him that I was feeling some pain and wanted to go to the hospital. I don’t think I mentioned anything about the baby coming because I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I didn’t feel pain during the pregnancy so this was weird.
The contractions were slowly getting stronger while on our way to the hospital, but I could still calmly have a conversation. I called my doctor while we were on our way and informed her. Her advice was to wait it out before going because I’d be there all day. Funny thing is that I was approximately 5 minutes away (in liguanea) at that time. Based on our location we decided to get some breakfast while waiting in the parking lot at the Hospital. I was told to eat because once I’m admitted I won’t be allowed to eat. Of course I chose that time to not have an appetite. I just sat there with Jonathan timing the contractions and trying to sleep.
I was timing contractions throughout the morning with Baby center app – my favorite app throughout pregnancy. The timing of the contractions started getting weird. At one point I saw 5 minutes, then 8 then 9 and then nothing for over half an hour. I thought it was just a false alarm and decided to go home. However, as we were leaving the hospital we called Jonathan’s cousin who works in OB at the hospital. She told us to go and have the nurses check me out because I could be in labour. We wouldn’t want to confirm that I was in labour after I got home. Home was more than 30 minutes away without traffic.
It’s Really Happening
We checked into the hospital around 9am at 3cm dilated. The nurse shaved me and gave me an edema after the pressure check and urine test. Jonathan and I did some walking on the ward in an attempt to speed up the labour process. My second check was at 2:30pm and I was just 4cm dilated. The nurse proceeded to break my water which moved me up to 5cm dilated. The nurse told me to go walking again but I waited before doing so because that was a bit taxing on my body. I finally got the strength to go walking again, while walking a doctor called me over to discuss my progress. Turns out that I shouldn’t have been walking after they broke my water (😒). My next check was going to be 6pm and I was to be 9cm dilated by then (1cm per hour). If not they’d have to give me oxytocin to speed things up. I remember being a bit disappointed to find out at 6pm that I was still 5cm dilated. I was hoping to be further along, like maybe 9cm.
Oxytocin it is! The nurse told me that with the oxytocin my contractions would speed up and possibly the pain would increase. Now I had planned to get an epidural and I researched everything except the cost to get it. Imagine my surprise to hear that it would cost over 80k JMD. I forgot about that so quickly and opted for the morphine. This was administered through an injection in the butt and surprisingly it didn’t hurt. A device was strapped to my tummy to monitor the baby’s heart rate and another monitoring my contractions until delivery. I was so uncomfortable I cried. Jonathan tried to help by asking the nurse to loosen the straps but she said it was the best it could be.
It’s about to go down!
Fast forward to 9:42pm I was 8cm dilated and a bit out of it thanks to the morphine. I couldn’t tell if it was working because the pain was still intense. However, I was very groggy and apparently I slept but I have no memory of that. By the way, the breathing exercises I learned from watching a YouTube video was my saving grace. I was able to breathe through the pain and that distracted me and made it bearable.
After I got to 8cm, my entire body was heaving with each contraction and pushing the baby down. I told the nurse how I was feeling and she said that’s fine. The cue was when I felt like I wanted to defecate and when that time came I told her and she was ready. The pain was intense but in a different way and at a different place. It was time! I was placed in a wheelchair to be taken to the delivery room. Sitting down was not the best feeling considering where this child was positioned and she was pressing down. As I was being wheeled out I saw Jonathan getting dressed for the delivery room.
As soon as I was placed on the bed I felt the most intense pressure on my vaginal walls. This child was on her way out! I panicked and screamed HELP! HELP! HELP! The nurse said “no mommy remember your breathing”. Bruh, I took the biggest gulp of air with my whole body then did some quick breathing technique. This slowed things down a bit (btw I was no longer groggy). Jonathan came in and was told to stay by my head. He was nervous about seeing the action so he was super happy to hear that.
The pressure was still high so I was told to start pushing as soon as I feel the pain. The nurse told me my job is to get the head out and she’ll do the rest. I pushed with the pain which was no more intense than when I was on the bed in labour. I followed the instructions of the nurse to just “doo-doo like I’m constipated” when I feel pain. Apparently Eden’s head went back in on one occasion when I paused, the contractions started coming further apart. The nurse said “mommy just push, give me the biggest push” she then told me her head was fully out. Now I was gearing up to push again but then I heard and felt water gushing out of my vagina. I was told my job was to get the head out but I thought I would be pushing the whole time.
The delivery lasted 20 minutes and just like that Eden was here. After approximately 20 hours of labour (active and inactive), finally. The nurse held her up and said “here is your baby”. I didn’t look, I was trying to catch my breath. Eden Kendall Simpson was born 11:27pm on September 05, 2019.
They cleaned her up and brought her over to us for me to get some skin-to-skin time. After I snuggled her a few more minutes, Jonathan was asked to leave so they could finish up. The nurse pressed and pushed on my belly a few times to get the placenta out. I only found out I got tears while the nurse was cleaning me up. She numbed the area and I was given stitches while the nurse engaged me in conversation as she worked. This was exactly what I wanted since I was there asking the questions.
Jonathan stayed at the hospital the entire day until 2am the next morning. I have never been more proud to be married to this man than I was after I delivered our baby. My only wish was that he could have stayed in the labour room but that was against the hospital’s policy.
Child birth is a life and death situation. I am truly grateful that the Lord delivered Eden and I through it. Thanks for reading.