We welcomed baby #4 last Monday June 29 just in time for a due date birthday. Oddly enough, that’s my second baby to be born on their due date. This little guy also made a pretty good half-birthday present for our oldest son, Connor, who turned 4 1/2 the next day.
4 kids in 4 1/2 years. Who would have thought based on the circumstances that prompted us to start a family? Crazy! We feel very blessed.
This was by far my fastest and easiest labor and delivery.
I had a doctor appointment at 12:45 p.m. on Monday the 29th. I was SO hoping I wouldn’t need to go to this appointment–that labor would actually start on its own for once before my due date. Nope.
What made it even less fun was that for the entire 7-10 days before my due date, I had so much false/early labor that I thought for sure was going to turn into the real thing. Every night I’d go to sleep with contractions thinking it was going to happen, only to wake up in the morning feeling mostly fine. As if the end of pregnancy waiting game wasn’t hard enough!
I loaded the kids up and dropped them off at my mom’s before my appointment, and then my sister drove me to the doctor.
(here’s right before I went to the appointment–40 weeks)
The plan was to do another membrane sweep at this appointment. I had one done at my 39 week appointment when I was 3 cm dilated, but all it did was give me cramps all week and lots of pre-labor symptoms. I had the same set of appointments my last pregnancy and that second sweep is what did the trick, so I was hoping for the same results this time.
Instead, my doctor said not to expect it to work because my cervix and bag of waters were already completely separated, which means there was nothing to “sweep”. Oh, and I was only 3+ cm dilated. A whole week of contractions and I only got from a 3 to a 3+!
I walked out of that appointment feeling discouraged that it looked like I wasn’t going to start labor on my own after all. Since I was full term and miserably uncomfortable and it was my 4th baby, she scheduled me to come in the next morning to start an induction.
To make the most of our kid-free afternoon, my sister and I decided to head to the beach. We got to Balboa and walked around a bit, trying to decide what kind of ice cream to get. I was feeling really crampy but kept going. Finally I had to sit, and that turned into feeling really really uncomfortable and crampy, and then I noticed that it started coming and going. Contractions. I still insisted that we get ice cream, but my sister insisted even more that we head back to the car. She won.
A few minutes after we left the beach (while feeling more and more pain), I got a call from my doctor asking me to come in that afternoon instead of the next morning. I guess it was a slower afternoon at the hospital and she was sure they’d have room to admit me. Of course I agreed (with my second baby I had to wait 5 long days after my initial induction date). Plus the contractions were getting stronger and stronger.
By the time I got to the hospital at 4:30 p.m., I was pretty sure I was in labor. They wanted to do all the admission stuff, but I kept telling them I was definitely having painful contractions. Finally at around 5:00 p.m. they checked me. I was dilated 5-6cm. The nurse was pretty surprised, especially because I was a 3+ just a few hours earlier. She said it wasn’t really an induction after all. Yes!
I got the epidural, my doctor broke my water, and things progressed pretty quickly from there. By 10:30 p.m. I was ready to push. And when I say ready, I was really ready. The epidural had worn off so I was feeling all the contractions and a whole lot of pressure to get that baby out.
My nurse called my doctor and she said she’d be there in 15 minutes. 15 minutes passed, then 30. We were all freaking out a little bit. I kept asking my nurse if she’d just let me do a practice push. She kept telling me not to and to wait. Having to wait when all you want to do is push–not very pleasant.
Finally another nurse came in to inform us that while on her way into the hospital, my doctor came upon one of her patients having her baby in the parking lot. Crazy!! She of course had to stop and help deliver the baby.
My doctor finally got to my room at 11:35 p.m. She was excited about what just happened and wanted to tell us the story, but I basically put my legs in the stirrups and said I was pushing. Our little boy arrived at 11:38 p.m. after just one push. Such a different experience than my first birth story!
They put him directly on my chest and I just lost it. It was the most amazing moment and I was completely overcome with love for him the instant I saw him. It was the first time they gave me the baby before even cleaning him up. Those are moments I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.
So we’re home now adjusting to life as a family of 6. Overall it’s going really well. Griffin is a pretty easy baby so far. I hope that continues! I’m struggling to have patience with my older kids, but thankfully my husband is home for the rest of this week. He is a huge help with them, allowing me to savor all the newborn moments I can with this precious baby boy.
Griffin Wyatt Cushman
7 lb. 9.5 oz. 20″
Born 6/29/15 at 11:38 p.m.