It’s already been o n e month since Beau made his appearance and I’m still trying to figure out where time goes. Why is it that the last trimester of pregnancy is 12 months long but once they’re earth side, time seems to slip through our fingers? His birth story is finally finished and I can’t wait to share with you all how he made his grand entrance!
I had been miserable the last 5 weeks of my pregnancy. So uncomfortable that I continuously reminded my husband that ‘I never want to be pregnant again.’ Harsh truth, but I was so done with how much pain I was in, the constant braxton hicks contractions, false labor, and multiple hospital visits just to be sent home. I felt like all I was doing was complaining. Pregnancy is a miraculous thing, and I am so blessed that I was able to carry two healthy babes, but man, the end is SO ROUGH. And as any mother would say, its so incredibly worth every second (and I’ll be the first to admit how quickly you forget how sh*tty the last month of pregnancy is and why our ovaries suddenly burst when we see those little bundles of joy.)
As I got closer to the end, my midwife had suggested an elective induction and when those words came out of her mouth, I literally couldn’t of said, “SIGN ME UP” any faster. With how quick my first labor was with Cole, his weight, and how far away we lived from the hospital, we decided the induction was the best option at 39 weeks. (Keep in mind Cole was 11 days early weighing 8.9 lbs + 21 inches long, I labored for 3 hours and after an hour of pushing he made his appearance.) So we set the induction date for 3/12/19 at 8:45AM and I started counting down the minutes until we got to hold our sweet Beau babe.
The morning of March 12th came and we were getting ready to leave for our induction when suddenly my cell phone rang. It was my midwife saying that they needed to reschedule because of how busy they were. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I burst into tears because I was just so done at this point. I had mentioned to her that I had been leaking some sort of discharge (TMI I know) for the last 2 days and because of my history of PROM (premature rupture of membranes) with Cole, she said to come in anyway to get checked out. 45 minutes later we were checked into triage, I was still 4cm like I had been for the last few weeks, BUT the test came back positive for my water breaking aka slow leak from the top of the uterus. I looked at the resident doc and screamed, “HELL YES!” Can ya tell I was ready? Because I was gbs+ they admitted me to get the antibiotics started. My induction might have been cancelled but clearly Beau had other plans (and a sense of how uncomfortable his mama was.)
Because of how busy labor + delivery was, they set us up in a new triage room and brought in everything we needed to have a baby. Pitocin was started, antibiotics were finished, now it was time to let my body do its thing. They continued to up my dosage of pitocin to get things moving and finally at 3:00 PM my OB came in and finished breaking my water. And in that moment I went into freak out mode because I knew things would go pretty quick at this point so I wanted to make sure the anesthesiologist was on the same floor because I was not about to do this without the epidural. I swear I enjoyed giving birth to Cole because of the epidural- it was a game changer! 20 minutes after they broke my water, the anesthesiologist came in and worked his magic. The only downside to the epidural is that the minute you get it, you can’t eat anything unless its ice chips, and you can’t get up and walk around. But man oh man is it worth it. After a few checks to see how far dilated I was, my OB said I was at a 9 1/2 and just needed a little bit longer. The minute she left the room I felt this sudden urge like I needed to poop. I looked at my nurse and she quickly went and grabbed my OB. Side note- if you haven’t had a baby, when you are about to give birth, it will feel like you need to poop, that is when you know the baby is coming. They all came in, one of the nurses held my left leg and Brett held the right leg (remember we were in a triage room so I was in a not-so-comfy gurney hospital bed which doesn’t have the stir-ups) and after 30 minutes of pushing our little Beau Waylon was placed on my chest. All 8.13lb + 22 1/4in of him. Insert the open mouthed emoji here because we all didn’t think he would be that big! But he was finally here, perfect, beautiful and healthy.
He’s already taught me patience, to take the time to just be in the moment, and if he is already changing my perspectives in life, I can’t wait to see who he becomes. I’m so proud to be his mama.
Beau Waylon Sanford 3/12/2019
8 lb 13 oz + 22 1/4 inches
Birth Photography by KMK Photography
I never knew how much I needed these pictures. XO
