Micah is three weeks old already and I’ve been meaning to get to writing his birth story but you know, the whole having 4 kids thing really is a time suck. Things are going pretty amazing but it’s complete organized chaos as expected.
This birth was a complete different experience than my previous three. I thought for sure that I would be much more prepared having gone through most types of births. My first labor happened naturally and then I was put on pitocin because things were not progressing. My second baby was breech so I had a c-section. My third was an elective induction and a successful VBAC. This time around I really wanted to go into labor on my own and not have any pitocin. I have never felt “real” labor without the help of induction medications so that was something I wanted.
My due date was July 31st, 2021. A few months prior, I looked at the calendar and picked out July 21st as his birthday. I just had a weird feeling that is when it would happen. I always joke that I get this intuition about things and it’s almost never wrong. I was right. I had an induction scheduled for July 30th but I told the PA (my doctor was on vacation, of course) at my appointment the day prior to his birth that I would see them tomorrow.
The late afternoon of July 20th I was having pretty strong and time-able contractions. I was 2cm dilated and like 60% effaced at my appointment that day. I did not have a membrane sweep but I just knew things were changing. Around 6pm we decided to go to the hospital. I was pretty uncomfortable with contractions happening about 5-7 minutes apart. It being my 4th baby, I didn’t want to chance having him in the car or in the bathroom at home. We got there and I was still 2cm. They gave me an hour of monitoring and decided that since I hadn’t progressed, it was too early to be admitted or it was just false labor. They sent me home.
I felt like an idiot because I should know when it’s time to go but hey, it is what it is. We got home around 10pm, I ate a giant bowl of cereal, and decided to get some “sleep.” I was up literally the entire night in pain. It wasn’t like the stomach tightening contraction pain but more so in my lower back and butt. It honestly felt like gas pain. I got up every hour to go pee and walk around because that was the only way I could handle the “gas” pain. My husband woke up around 4am to go to work as he had some hours he was trying to make up. I told him to go to work because it was gas pain. I took some gas x around 4:30 and tried to go back to sleep. Yes, you read that right. It’s my 4th baby and I was convinced it wasn’t actually labor.
Here, read these texts sent around 5 in the morning to my husband.
Luckily he was smart enough to come home and make the necessary calls on the way home for people to come and watch our other kids. My dear friend Lauren tried to call me around 5:30 in the morning and I literally couldn’t answer the phone to talk. Thats when I really had a suspicion things were going down. Oh, and the fact that at that time I wiped and it was just blood from my cervix dilating.
We left to go to the hospital which is about a 30 minute drive. I hardly remember the drive, I just remember thinking “I may have this baby in the truck.” The contractions were on top of each other without much of a break. Again, still in my back and in my butt. There was so little abdominal tightening! We finally got to the hospital and I was put in a wheelchair and brought up to labor and delivery. The nurse that sent us home the night before was still on shift. I made a joke to her leaving the night prior that I was going to wear loose pants back to the hospital in case he came in the car. So when I saw her I said “See, i wore loose pants.”
I literally undressed into the gown like right there with no cares in the world. I just needed to know where I was at and hopefully get a little relief. When I was checked in triage I was “at least 6cm” and in the 5 minutes it took to get me into my labor and delivery room I was already at 8cm. I wish I could describe the pain but honestly, it’s impossible. I was thinking of going without pain medication but HA! NOPE. I knew there wasn’t much time at the rate I was progressing so after I got my IV hooked up, my antibiotics started (group B strep positive) they had the anesthesiologist right in. Sitting still while in a constant state of a contraction is near impossible but I managed. Since I was so close to delivery they couldn’t give me the normal medications used. I got one injection of lidocaine and it was time to push. The lidocaine lasted about 30 minutes or so which was enough for me. The contractions were back and horrible but when I was actually pushing against the pain, it stopped.
So, 8:32am Micah James Piccione was born.
I had plans to have cute hair, makeup, etc. but that all went out the window when labor “really” started.
It was a total whirlwind and I can’t believe I still stayed at home as long as I did thinking it was gas pain. See, even 4th time moms don’t have their shit together and know their body as well as you’d expect.
Matt was a trooper and such a great support system. One of my best friends, Lauren, was able to sneak in before visiting hours and get tons of pictures and videos for me. Something I really wanted because I know this is my last time having this experience. Fun fact, I had never seen the placenta before this baby. Let me just say, it’s freaking cool.
Recovery this time has been a completely different ball game, in the best way possible. I don’t know if it’s because the lack of interventions during labor or the fact that my body has done this a few times but I’ve felt great. Micah is the first of 4 to not have jaundice issues, coincidence? He’s a champion nurser and a pretty chill baby so far and we’re just obsessed.
So moral of the story, just because you’ve done it a time or three, doesn’t mean you know shit.