Our birth story isn’t exactly how I would have imagined it. I envisioned a quiet night at home with KC…just like in the movies, I would wake him up in the middle of the night with a gentle nudge “it’s time” and off we would go to the hospital. I feel like I would have “known” it was coming and I would be totally prepared. My hospital bag would be by the door and car seat ready to go. But our birth story was nothing like we expected, but now looking back, it is everything that we wanted it to be.
Charlie was due on April 13th. For some reason I always had a gut feeling I would having him early. Everyone told me not to expect that. In fact, they said most 1st time babies are late. But still, I felt I wouldn’t make it until April 13th. My baby shower was on March 4th and I’ll never forget standing up after opening gifts to thank everyone and feeling like I peed myself! Naturally, we got home and I started frantically googling. I scheduled an appointment with my OBGYN the next day. I’ll never forget looking at my doctor and telling her “You need to tell me I just peed myself. I’m not ready. I don’t have any clothes washed, the car seat isn’t installed, and I don’t have my hospital bag packed.” After examination, she told me all looked good, but that his head was low and could just be pushing on my bladder. That week I managed to wash some baby clothes and at least set aside some items for my hospital bag. On Sunday KC wanted to go hiking with his friends, but instead, I made him build every baby item we had and install the car seat…he was not happy about it. But again, I had a gut feeling it needed done. WELL….that day will forever be an “I TOLD YOU SO” moment.
On March 12th, we headed into my 35 week ultrasound appointment. At this point, we hadn’t had an ultrasound since week 20 of my pregnancy, so we were so excited to see our little nugget. Walking into the hospital that morning, I literally felt like I was peeing my pants, enough that I remember telling KC how frustrated I was about it. After the routine of peeing in the cup, and closing my eyes at the number on the scale, I went back into the room. KC was not called back yet as my OB needed to perform the standard Strep B swab. The nurse walked in, checked my blood pressure, and told me to strip down and my doctor would be in.
I vaguely remember reading somewhere that your water breaking “could” be a slow leak…Well, when I stood up and just like in the movies, my water broke. Like big time…SPLOOOSHHH. There I was, alone in the room, grabbing paper towels and trying to clean up the floor like it was my job. Imagine the look my doctor had when she opened the door to me standing there, with paper towels between my legs, and a panicked look on my face. I started to freak out… I was only 35 weeks pregnant, just installed the car seat the day before, no hospital bag, and 100% not prepared. I’m a major planner so this was obviously how I envisioned this day going. My doctor confirmed that I was 2cm dilated and this baby was coming. While this was all going on, KC was still in the waiting room probably wondering what the heck was taking so long! When they brought him back to the room and I told him Charlie was coming, he was so confused!! We then drove to the main hospital in complete shock but excited at the same time.
When we got settled in our hospital room around 9am, we started calling our family. I always wanted my sister to be in the room with me during delivery because 1) She’s my sister and 2) She’s a doctor…which I needed those calming vibes and explanations of things that were going on and what to expect. I do remember thinking I LIKED the contractions (omfg am I delusional or what?!?) To know Charlie was coming and I was going to be a Mom that day, it was one of the most amazing few hours of my life. So, fast forward to 4cm dilated and 1pm… shit started to get gnarly and the contractions we NOT fun anymore. It was like zero to sixty and all I could think was EPIIIDURRALLLLL. The epidural made me feel AMAZINGGGG but, that’s when things got a little crazy. Because I wasn’t dilating quick enough, they started pitocin, which caused my contractions to not ease up and it was making Charlie’s heart rate plummet. I’ve never been so scared having all the medical staff run into our room to try and help me change positions to bring his heart rate back up. They stopped the petocin and that seemed to settle our little babes heart rate. Fast forward a few more hours, petocin was administered again, same reaction for Charlie. At this point, I told them no more and was fully prepared for a C-section if it came to that.
Around 11pm, the nurse told me to try and get some sleep..HA..sure. Nevertheless, I closed my eyes and tossed and turned a couple hours until around 2am when I felt like I had to push. My nurse came in and checked my cervix and I was 10 centimeters dilated and it was GO TIME! Our medical team was AMAZING and I couldn’t believe the love and support that was in that room that night, especially my sister and KC. I remember locking eyes with KC SO hard and literally DEPENDING on his encouragement, even when I told him to shut up when I was pushing HAHA, sorry dear, I blame the epidural wearing off. After about an hour of pushing…we welcomed Kurt Charles Eyman III aka Charlie at 4:16am on March 13th 2018, weighing 5lb 15oz…He was completely healthy and we’ve never felt so blessed.
He was beautiful, and life was beautiful. I laid there holding our little boy with tears POURING down my face…Literally, THE BEST DAY of our LIVES.