pregnancy + motherhood, Weekends

Weekends with the Wesleys v. 57: Rosie’s Birth Story

 

Hi there, Tyler here writing a guest blog post for the exhausted new Mama Pooks! If you know anything about me and my writing, then you know that I’m long winded and thorough when it comes to storytelling. So sorry I’m not sorry, but this will be a long blog post about the most epic weekend EVER!

 

Ready or not, here I come!

 

If I were to pick a theme for Rosie’s arrival, for more reasons than one, it would have to be this common playground phrase. After patiently waiting nine months and three days, Rosie finally decided she was ready for this world and out she came with a bang.

 

It all started Friday night around 9:30 pm. Stacie and I were continuing our binge watching of One Tree Hill, when Stacie started having some contractions (and became worried about some girly business enough to call her doctor). They said to be safe, we could come in and they would check her out. We made the late night drive, but decided if it was indeed showtime, then we wanted to enjoy the moment and not panic. So we stopped at Quik Trip for one last pregnancy craving – a $0.99 Big Q slushee. It hit the spot and helped wake us up a bit on the way to the hospital!

 

We checked in and played the hurry up and wait game before finally being admitted to triage around midnight. They hooked Stacie up to a few sensors to monitor baby movement and Stacie’s contractions. They checked Stacie’s cervix and determined she was still only 2cm dilated and was probably just having some preterm labor pains. So we wasted a perfectly good slushee to sit in a hospital for boring news and headed home around 1:30 am.

 

We crashed pretty quickly after getting home and I began to suspect we were going to have to go to our inducement appointment on Monday to get Rosie out of Stacie’s belly. “O heeeellll no,” said Rosie!

 

Saturday morning at 9:30 am, Stacie shakes me awake and says she’s having more contractions and has a feeling we’ll be going to the hospital later to finally give birth. She winces through the pain of a strong contraction and sends me off for Chick-fil-A breakfast. Similar to our slushee run, we wanted to have a little fun. Plus, she’s been craving it and we’ve been lazy about sleeping in the past few Saturdays. If she was going into labor soon, she at least wanted to have a full tummy and not be hungry on top of the pain of childbirth, ya know?

 

I head off to Chick-fil-A while Stacie called the hospital to explain her symptoms and find out if it’s time to head in yet. The doctor kind of shrugged it off and say it sounds normal. Since her water hasn’t broken and she was only 2 cm a few hours earlier, they said she could come in if she wanted, but there wasn’t a rush. So we start eating breakfast, but around 10:30 am Stacie was in a ton of pain and was tracking her contraction duration and frequency. She decides we’re probably at a point where it’s time to go just in case, even if they have to send us home again like the previous night.

 

We hop in our preloaded car and start making the 30 minute drive to our chosen hospital. Half way there Stacie is having some serious, no doubt about it, full on contractions. So I’m doing 90+ as Stacie digs her nails into every hand grip available in her Jeep. We finally get there, park and head up to the same floor we were just on a mere few hours ago. But this time they realize she’s probably in labor so we get to skip the waiting room and wheel straight into triage for the same contraction and baby monitors Stacie was hooked up to the previous night. At roughly 11:30 am, they check Stacie out between her cries of pain and say she’s still only 4 cm. But luckily her contractions were showing to be strong enough that they decide to go ahead and put an IV in her hand and prep her for the epidural.

 

At this point, Stacie’s water still hasn’t broken or anything but she is dying and begging them to hurry up so she can get that sweet, sweet epidural magic. As they’re wheeling Stacie to a delivery room from triage, her water finally breaks! It was at this point I’m starting to realize how fast everything seems to be happening, and how everyone is reacting with a shocked and almost panicky pace. We finally get to the birthing room and Stacie’s begging to hurry up with the epidural…and our midwife who was on call for deliveries gives us the worst news I’ve ever heard in my life. They check Stacie’s cervix and realize she’s suddenly fully dilated now and baby is coming right this instant, so it’s too late for an epidural.

 

If holding baby Rosie was the happiest moment of my life, then 30 minutes before that, when we were told that Stacie was going to have to do an unplanned, all natural birth, was possibly the worst moment of my life. Stacie had told me for months leading up to this moment that her biggest fear was getting to the hospital too late so that she couldn’t get an epidural and would have to do this au naturel. It was heartbreaking to hear Stacie’s biggest fear coming true and to see her tears and cries of pain and know there was nothing I could do to help her.

 

Now if you’re reading this story and following the timeline and thinking to yourself, “Wait a minute, how did she go from 2 cm 12 hours earlier to full blown labor?!” then you’re not crazy. Stacie had what is defined as precipitous labor which is giving birth within 3 hours of commencement of regular contractions. It’s a blessing and a curse, but mostly a curse in my opinion. At least it was over quickly and Stacie didn’t have to deal with any of the side effects of an epidural, but damn I wouldn’t wish natural childbirth on my worst enemies.

 

The team at Kennestone that helped delivery my baby was amazing. Stacie and I didn’t take any birthing classes because Stacie’s OB said it’s easier to go into the birthing process without some crazy plan in mind. Most people forget everything they learned when they’re suddenly having to push a softball through a straw, so to speak. Our midwife and nurses assisting with the birth coached Stacie, gave her words of encouragement and physically supported Stacie. I will always be grateful to them for not only helping to delivery my healthy baby girl, but to also help my wife in a moment where I felt so hopeless because I couldn’t do anything to ease her pain.

 

The rest of this story is pretty typical. Rosie came out crying and after a quick wipe down, was immediately handed to mama Pooks for some skin to skin time. We got about 30 minutes to an hour with Rosie before they started their measurements and footprints. We learned that Rosie was 6 lbs, 15 oz and 20” long. After their measurements, I got to hold her for the very first time. Everyone I know who has had children has told me that it will change your life when you hold your baby for the first time, but I had no idea what they meant until it happened to me. To have such an unconditional love and sudden instinct to protect and care for this tiny being that is literally half of you just took my breath away. I was hooked and I couldn’t get enough.

 

We went from the birthing room to a recovery room around 4 pm. We actually had another scary moment right as we got to the recovery room. Two nurses were assisting Stacie in the bathroom when Stacie suddenly turned ghost white, lost all color in her body and passed out. They pulled the emergency cord and a team of eight nurses rushed in to get Stacie into the bed and hooked up to blood pressure, blood glucose, and heart rate monitors to figure out what happened. Luckily, all tests showed normal activity, so they determined that the pain medicine hit Stacie all at once when she finally stood up to go to the bathroom.

 

Aside from that scary moment, the next 48 hours were magical. We took turns holding her through the first night and learned all the basics for caring for a newborn. We had some wonderful and super knowledgeable nurses who answered all of our questions. The midwife who delivered Rosie actually stopped by to check on Stacie because she knew how intense the precipitous labor was on her.

 

On Monday afternoon, we signed all of our discharge papers, scheduled some important follow up appointments, loaded Rosie into her ballin’, blacked-out infant car seat, and finally took our bundle of joy home to her nursery!

 

We’re super thankful that Dawn and Matthew from Peach and Oak Photography were able to capture another special moment in our life. Thank you to everyone who has followed along on our journey to parenthood! From finding out we were expecting, to celebrating the gender, putting together our nursery, taking maternity photos and all of our bumpdates – We know that Rosie is cared for and love by so many.

 

Welcome to the world, Rosemarie Evelyn Wesley!

You are 6 lbs 15 oz and 20 inches of perfection and we are so in love with you.

 

 

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