All right, I finally found some time to sit down and write down Chayse’s birth story. Fair warning, this is a LONG post. (And I talk about all things pregnancy and birth related. So if that makes you queasy or uncomfortable, you may want to skip this post and and wait for Part 2 tomorrow.)
Any way, time to grab a Diet Coke (or another beverage of your choice) and get comfortable… 🙂
While we were living in Colorado I absolutely LOVED my OB doctor. I was sad that we were going to be moving before Chayse’s due date and that he wouldn’t be my delivery doctor.
With that said, about a month before our move I started looking for a doctor here in Pennsylvania and I decided on the largest practice in our area with five doctors on it’s staff that all deliver at the hospital Broc is working at.
Here’s a brief history of all my appointments here in PA leading up the the delivery:
Broc got home from work and we were talking about the next day being the big day. I mentioned that I really liked Dr. L and was glad he would be delivering the baby. Broc mentioned that he didn’t think Dr. L was actually on the schedule for the next day. He thought it would be Dr. Z or Dr. B. – two other doctors in the practice. I said I hadn’t met either of them yet, but at this point, what can you do, right? I mean I had already seen two different doctors since moving to PA, why not see more? 🙂 Plus, the plan was to have Broc actually do the delivery any way….so no big deal.
Figuring it was going to be our last chance to eat out for a while, and wanting to do something fun with Titan as his last night being our only child, we decided to go to dinner at Outback Steakhouse. We walked in and as they were seating us, Broc walked up to the table right next to ours and said, “Hi, Dr. Z”. As luck would have it, there was Dr. Z with his family. Once again, small world! 🙂 We talked to Dr. Z and his family and mentioned we’d be seeing him again the morning for the delivery. I honestly cannot believe that out of all the restaurants here in our area, there was one of my possible doctors for the next morning.
July 11th (The BIG Day!)
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The boys hanging out on our porch swing while I finished gathering things for the hospital. |
The morning of July 11th I woke up around 5:00am to finish putting our bags together, shower, etc. I’ll admit I started to have a mini panic/hormonal attach while I was getting ready. Thankfully, the anxiety only lasted for a little bit and it completely went away after we woke up Titan and had our family prayer.
At 6:15 am we dropped Titan off with our friend’s, Eric and Andrea. They were SO nice and offered to watch Titan while I was in the hospital. I cannot even begin to say how great it was to know that Ti was in such awesome hands. (Andrea also watched Ti during all of my appointments as well!) Andrea always had fun things planned for Titan (swimming, art projects, visits to the library for guest speakers, etc.) and he so he was really excited to be staying at their house for a lot of the weekend.
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Headed up to the OB floor. Amazing how from this angle you can’t really tell I’m pregnant… |
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Oh wait…there’s the baby bump! 😉 |
By about 6:35 am we were at the hospital. Broc dropped me off by the doctor’s entrance and then went to find parking. Since we weren’t driving our car with his permit sticker in it he couldn’t park in the doctor’s lot. I got a little turned around trying to find the elevators (They figure the doctors using the entrance already know where they are going I guess. So things weren’t very well marked in that part of the building.) Luckily, as soon as I found the elevators and went up to the OB floor I was able to find right where I needed to be. (I also had not done the hospital tour figuring Broc would pretty much be able to tell me where everything was.)
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Room #11 |
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I may be a slight over packer… 🙂 To be fair though, this was all of my stuff, Broc’s stuff (he stayed with me both nights) and all the stuff for baby girl as well! |
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Last baby bump photo! |
By 7:15 am I was checked in, in my room (room #11), changed, and my nurse was starting to get me hooked up to everything and doing all the paperwork you have to do. I’ll admit, while the nurse was doing all my paperwork it was SO weird to have her referring to Broc as Dr. Parker. To us at home, he’s just Dad and Broc. 😉
From 8:00-9:00 we were hanging out, watching things on the monitors, and I was actually having A LOT of contractions on my own. It was also during this time that my nurse did a quick check and that Dr. Z came in to do his first check. He said he wanted to hold off on breaking my water because he thought it might break on its own and because baby girl was still really high up. He did say though that we could start the petocin but right after he left he got called into an emergency C-section. So, they started me, but on a very low dose because they wanted to keep my progression as slow as possible in order for him to have time to finish the C-section and be out to deliver.
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Watching a little Kelly & Michael to pass the time. They were actually discussing a new story about a pregnant women who was driving herself to the hospital and literally had the baby on the way. HILARIOUS to listen to and watch as I was in the hospital having my own baby. 🙂 |
9:00-10:30 – My contractions started to get stronger and I went ahead and asked for the epidural. 🙂 When the anesthesiologist came in, I had to remind Broc that he needed to be over in front of me acting as “husband” and where I could hold onto him instead of behind me and acting as “doctor”. If Flight Medicine ends up not being his thing, anesthesiology is the next runner up and so naturally he gravitated toward wanting to observe everything. I am not a fan of the epidural at all though (I actually stress more over it than the actual delivery) and so I needed him as my husband at that point and not as my doctor. It was a good thing he was there for me to hold on to because it took two tries for the epidural go in correctly. Apparently, “I was so slender it was hard getting it in where it needed to be.” I told the doctor that he was forgiven for causing excruciating pain TWICE for saying I was slender. 🙂
11:00am – 12:00pm Sometime during this time I told Broc that I thought it might be time to get the doctor and to do another check. I was feeling a lot of pressure and thinking it might be go time. Broc watched the monitors for a couple minutes and then decided go get my nurse. My nurse did another check and said that I had a “bulging water sac” but that baby girl had dropped and was right there. Apparently a bulging water sac is not something you get to feel every day so she had Broc go ahead and do a check as well. They couldn’t believe the my water hadn’t already broken on it’s own with how bulging it was. I was fully dilated though and ready to go other than that so they decided to bring the doctor in to get things going. Apparently even with them trying to keep me “slowed down” I was still progressing pretty fast. LOL I can only imagine how fast things would have gone if they hadn’t been trying to slow them down.
Around about 12:30 Dr. B came in (Dr. Z was supposed to be off at 12:00 and Dr. B was taking his place.) and she reviewed with Broc how to break my water since we were planning on Broc doing the whole delivery from start to finish.
After Broc broke my water, Dr. Z asked him to do a check and tell her how things were looking. Then she decided to do a quick check for herself and this is when it started to get really interesting because all of the sudden she is saying to us, “Um guys? Who checked her? That’s a bum. Not a head. She is breech!”
The next thing I know we have Dr. Z in the room, Dr. B still in the room, a ton of nurses are coming in and out, some medical school students are showing up to watch (they were paged and told to come in because “you never get to see this!”) and our friend Eric was in the room as well. (He is also a doctor and he took a break from his shift in pediatrics to come take pictures for us)
And Dr. B is saying to me, “Ok, you have two options. You can either push like you have never pushed before. Like push for your life. Or we can do a c-section. But you need to decide. This baby is ready to go. And, sorry Dr. Parker but you’re not going to be doing this delivery.” I immediately turned to look at Broc because I figure he is better suited to make that decision than me with his medical knowledge. He said he thought I could push her out and I remember my nurse saying, “You can do this. Dr. B wouldn’t have even given you the option if she didn’t think you could do it.” So I said, “Let’s push her out.”
Immediately an “All hands on deck!” alarm was called (I didn’t know about the alarm until after) and everyone was called to our room for an emergency situation.
“You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe. Trust. Let go. And see what happens.” Mandy Hale
After I was instructed to listen to Dr. B VERY carefully and do EXACTLY as she said to do, I began pushing. All in all, it took six pushes to get baby girl out and it all happened in less than twenty minutes from my water being broke to her arriving. It literally felt like it happened in about half that amount of time though. There was so much going on. It’s amazing though in situations like that what you remember and notice.
I remember Dr. Z cheering me on like you would cheer on a football player you were rooting for and my nurse cheering me on as well. I couldn’t believe the sense of support and strength I felt from complete strangers or people whom I had barely met, you know like at Outback the night before. 🙂 These were people who didn’t know me yet they were giving me the support you would give a family member you wanted to succeed. Even though it was a very intense couple of minutes, there was a very positive and good vibe in the room and for that I am SO grateful for that!
I remember Broc making a really stressed out face as they were having to manipulate Chayse’s arm and shoulder to get her out since she basically was in a cannon ball position. (Imagine someone doing a cannon ball with their one hand covering their mouth and nose and the other up above and behind their head.) And my nurse saying, “Dr. Parker, your face. Remember your poker face.” This was after she saw me looking at him wondering what in the world was going on that he would looked that worried. Apparently it looked to him like they may have had to dislocate her shoulder. They didn’t, it was just looking that way. Clearly something that would be difficult to watch if it’s happening to your own child. (Side note: I learned after the fact that occasionally in all deliveries if the baby is not coming out they have to break their collar bone because you can get to the point of no return where a c-section is no longer an option but baby has to come out and so they are left with no other option. SO happy they were able to manipulate Chayse enough that and that I was able to push hard enough that she came on her own and nothing had to be dislocated or broken!)
I remember looking at the two medical school students and thinking, “Well, at least now they’ll have an interesting story to tell.”
I remember thinking about and focusing on the texts that my amazing and intuitive sister had sent earlier that morning before all the chaos…
“Nothing is impossible. The word itself says, “I’m possible.”
“There is a power that comes to women when they give birth. They don’t ask for it, it simply invades them. Accumulates like the clouds on the horizon carrying the child with it.”
and “Just envision Conner (my brother with a big sense of humor) saying ‘Push her out, shover her out, waaaaaay out!’ 🙂 ”
I remember being amazed that I wasn’t needing an oxygen mask.
I remember thinking, “Am I doing enough? What if it’s not enough? No. Wait. I can’t think like that. It has to be enough.”
I remember thinking, “I wonder how many babies have been delivered and had not one…or two…but four doctors in the room?!”
I remember Dr. Z saying, “Agh, I should be headed to my appointments but I can’t miss this. They’ll just have to wait.” and then Dr. B saying, “Now the next time your waiting in a doctor’s office you’ll know why. There are some things you just can’t miss.”
I remember the last push and Chayse suddenly being placed on my stomach/chest but there being what felt like a million arms in the way between me and her. I also remember that she was blue and not crying. Which probably would have terrified me but I had an overwhelming feeling that she was in good hands. (So grateful for that feeling!) After that I didn’t know what to do though other than to put my hands in the air up by my shoulders trying to keep them out of the way so that the nurses and doctors could get to her. Dr. Z was trying to race her off to the nurses and Dr. B was saying she had a cord around her neck and they needed to wait and get that untangled first.
I remember after hearing the cord was around her neck Broc and I joked that she had to one up her brother. He had the cord around his neck which made a super fast delivery a necessity at his birth and apparently baby girl decided to not just have the cord around her neck but to come out backwards as well! Crazy girl!
And like that…it was over for me. The hard work was done. But it wasn’t over because I couldn’t really focus on anything until I heard a cry from where the team of nurses was working on Chayse. While all the pushing and events leading up to her arrival seem to go really fast – the minute or two between her arrival and that first cry felt like forever. When Chayse came out, she wasn’t breathing and so they did have to resuscitate her and then continuing resuscitating her for a while after. She let out a brief cry and was gasping for air but not breathing on her own for a few minutes.
I should explain here that at every delivery a newborn is given an APGAR score. That is a score given for appearance, pulse, grimace, activity & respiration. And it is a test that is given at one minute, five minutes and ten minutes. Most newborns at one minute score around an 8 or 9. Chayse scored a 2 at one minute which is considered critically low. Our best guess is she scored a one for pulse and probably a one for grimace (otherwise known as irritability). Clearly not a good score!
A few seconds after they were able to get Chayse breathing and a cry from her, the head nurse came over to tell me that they were sorry I couldn’t hold Chayse because they needed to take her to the nursery and do some more resuscitating and monitoring. Eric looked over and asked Broc and I if we wanted him to follow her and we immediately said, “Yes!”. It was comforting to me to know that he was with her and keeping an eye on her since we couldn’t.
When it was all said and done, Chayse Cambria Parker was born in room #11 on 7/11 at 1:11 and weighing in a 7 lbs. 11 oz. (Looks like her lucky numbers are going to be 7 and 11!) Oh, and she was 19.5 inches long.
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Our special girl! |
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This little one apparently is going to take on the world in her own way! 🙂 |
Thankfully during all the pushing I only tore a little and so the whole “after” part wasn’t too difficult. In fact, it was a lot more pleasant than I remember it being with Titan. I guess if they are positive the entire placenta came out they don’t have to reach in and do the check where it feels like they are checking your tonsils. 🙂 This time they knew everything was out and so we avoided that. YAY!
I should also say that I was so grateful I had gone with an epidural at this point. I can’t even imagine trying to do this delivery without the help of that! We probably would have had to go with a c-section. Which was definitely not our first choice and something we were glad we were able to avoid.
As soon as it was clear that I was ok, Broc went to be with Chayse and I got recovered and cleaned up to the point that I could go to the nursery. Then, within 30 minutes of delivering, Broc came back and helped me into a wheel chair so I could go be with Chayse. (Thankfully I seem to do really well with epidurals and I had pretty good use of my legs and was able to maneuver around better than most at this point to get in and out of the chair.) Broc wheeled me into the nursery and I was able to see our baby girl! She was hooked up to a bunch of monitors but she was alert and we could hold her. I was SO glad that she seemed to be doing ok after such a rough start and I couldn’t believe out baby girl was finally here!
Chayse had to stay on the monitors for about four hours just to make sure her pulse, temperature, etc. stayed ok and then they told us she could come back to my room. I stayed for about 30-45 minutes with her holding her and nursing her and then headed back to my room to eat and rest. The nurses were amazed I was already up and coming to visit her. Truthfully, I was exhausted but how could I not visit her? It would have taken a lot more to keep me from heading down to that nursery. I was definitely ready though for some food and a little less action once I got back to my room.
I passed the remainder of the four hours eating lunch and calling family members and was SO thrilled when she was finally wheeled into our room having been given the all clear! She is one very special little girl who apparently wanted to make quite the entrance.
Still absolutely amazing to me that four different doctors and two nurses all missed that this little girl was breech. As Dr. B said the next morning though on her rounds, “Clearly someone (as she motioned upward) had their own idea of how her delivery needed to go.”
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Holding Chayse for the first time in the nursery. |
Words cannot even describe how grateful I am for the nurses and the doctors who took care of us and who did all that they could to ensure Chayse’s delivery was successful. Apparently breech vaginal deliveries aren’t that common any more (a nurse said she had only seen one other one in the 8-10 years she had been at the hospital!) because most doctors now usually do a c-section instead and don’t even give the option of a vaginal delivery.
I am SO grateful I had two doctors in the room who were experienced and who had delivered breech deliveries before. I am grateful for their knowledge, their experience and their ability to do what needed to be done. (And I am grateful Broc and I trusted our feelings/gut and didn’t go with inducing earlier in the week when we would have ended up with a different doctor and probably a very different outcome.)
I am grateful for a strong and healthy body that was able to carry this baby girl and do the work required to bring her into the world.
And, I am also VERY grateful for the many incredible nurses who ran to take care of Chayse and meet her needs. I really don’t think we could have asked for a better team!
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And if you are wondering what a baby looks like when being delivered breech – we have a picture that looks just like this photo with Chayse’s legs and bum dangling out. I figured you’d all enjoy seeing the “G rated” giraffe version though versus our version that (while an amazing photo) is not a photo that ever needs to see the internet… 😉
Stayed tuned for Part 2!