Because I am sure everyone is curious (and because I want to remember every detail), I wanted to write about my birth story. We are in love with our son, Hudson. He is perfect and we both stare at his every move, waiting for the next milestone (whether it be something as small as a pee or a feeding), or the excitement of putting him into one of the little blue outfits we now have for him. Here is a story of how Hudson Benjamin came into the world:
At 8 am on friday, May 7, 2010 we left the house, fully expecting to be back after breakfast to mow the lawn and enjoy a day together (Brandon took the day off because he said he "thought something might happen"). We arrived at the office of our midwife at 8:30 am, the appointment took place at the St. Joseph's office instead of our regular Stapleton location. Our midwife did an exam and stripped the membranes. At that point, she listened to the heartbeat and decided she wanted to monitor it a little further. I was given a graham cracker and juice and told to sit with the monitor on for a little while. Apparently, Mr. Hudson Benjamin was not happy that I had skipped breakfast (we were going to go out after the appt), because his heartbeat was not taking the active jumps they wanted. We were sent to the hospital for some quick monitoring. We showed up at Labor and Delivery and were placed in Observation. We had a terrible nurse who wouldn't let me eat (even though the reason for the reading earlier was thought to be a lack of food)-great, right? Our midwife came in and looked at the movement and thought it was fine. She did say she wanted to continue to monitor it over the weekend. She asked if we wanted to stay and be induced or undergo the monitoring throughout the weekend. We were confused and nervous-we discussed our options. At that point, we asked her to check me to see if I had dilated anymore-she agreed and found we were already dilated to 4 cm. She thought that breaking my water was all I needed to be in active labor. She said we would likely be back at the hospital that night. We told her about our goal to avoid Pitocin and she agreed she would work under our rules. She got me a meal (God bless her)-I can't imagine if I had had a dr. that would have denied me food on my delivery day. I headed to labor and delivery (to walk the halls to try to spur on more dilation/ contractions), Brandon headed home to grab our bags. Our midwife broke my water (or so we thought)-and we walked and walked for hours. At that point (early to mid afternoon), I was only having small contractions, our midwife decided she was going to go for the water break again because she didn't think she had gotten it. At that point-around 5:30 pm, she broke my water and this time, lots of fluid flowed-within 2 minutes I had INTENSE and HARD labor. Brandon helped me to labor in the tub, then on the bed, putting hot towels on my back and massaging my back. We worked through contractions, which suddenly were only 1-2 minutes apart. At that point, I was checked again and was dilated to 7 cm. The labor intensified (I have never felt pain like that), and I caved for the epidural-which was amazing. I have to be honest, I was nervous about getting one but always said I would keep my options open. Our anesthesiologist did an amazing job, I could still feel enough down there to function through labor, but we watched contractions, which were right on top of each other on the screen, and couldn't feel anything but maybe a bit of pressure. Meanwhile, Baby Hudson stayed strong, no fluctuations at all in his heartbeat. He handled everything fantastically. Only a few hours later (of me resting and enjoying my labor), we were checked. I was told I was fully dilated--we couldn't believe it!!! The midwife wanted baby to move all the way down, so we waited 30 minutes and when I started feeling amazing pressure, we decided to start pushing. 30 minutes of pushing (and it really didn't hurt and wasn't that difficult), in a peaceful environment (literally a midwife, nurse and my husband), and our baby boy was born. I even got to watch on a mirror. He was immediately placed on my chest, we couldn't believe we had a boy!!! (There hasn't been a boy born into the Barnes Family in 56 years (since my dad)). I would push for counts to ten, 3 times, with each contraction, eventually I could see his head, subsided the pushing a bit, then pushed out shoulders, etc. Hudson literally slid out. It was unbelievable and I never thought it was possible to actually get him out. :) Childbirth is a miracle. We were able to keep Hudson on my chest through all of the tests, etc. He was 7 lbs. 4 oz. and adorable. We enjoyed our birth greatly and can't believe how well everything worked out. We are so grateful. We are recovering well and go home tomorrow. :) Wish us luck on our first night home with a VERY hungry little man. Love you all,
Becky