I can hardly believe that it was a year ago that that picture was taken! Little baby Banana has officially graduated to “big boy” status.
And to celebrate his big day, I figured I should share with you his supernatural birth story. I realized I never did that before, and I want to give praise and glory where it is due.
So, without further adieu, here is how baby Ben came to be.
April 8th came and went. I was so done being pregnant and was felling just a little bit of pressure to get this baby out. My mother-in-law and doula was set to travel that coming weekend, so we went into the dr office on Monday the 9th ready to make a plan.
I had the dr strip my cervix in hopes that would get things going. I received my orders to go do some walking and resting and see if little baby would decide to come. If I had any kind of regular contractions, come in and we will break my water. If not, we will induce on Wednesday or Thursday.
I didn’t want to be induced…
Nothing really picked up that night. I walked. I went to bed and nothing. A tiny bit of bleeding but that was from my hard check. I was only a 1-2 so we had awhile it appeared.
I had a steady round of contractions the next morning but in deciding if we should go or not, it stopped. And I cried.
I was done with being pregnant, and I was determined to get the baby out. But he/she needed to cooperate.
That evening at our family dinner, Daddy Head cancelled worship practice. It was almost as if we knew we were gonna have this baby. But I just needed to start having some contractions…
At about 8:30, I started to have some contractions, but they weren’t that big of a deal. I mean, I have felt labor contractions before and these were just babies. But we decided to time them.
They were anywhere from 5-10 minutes apart. Not really consistent but we made our decision… We were going in.
We got to the hospital and they ushered me in. I was examined, told I was at a 4 and hooked up to the monitors. Baby was having a hard time with the contractions so the flipping began.
And this is where things go supernatural.
Let me explain. I am afraid of being on my left side while in labor. With both of my first births, when I was told to lay on my left side, the contractions became so strong I could barely breath. I was set against using pain meds, so this was ultimately the battle that I knew I would have to fight.
I wanted my baby to be okay. We had been through 2 traumatic births already, so when the heart rate kept dropping, I had to fight to keep from freaking out. So, from side to side I went.
When that didn’t fix things, my dr said give me oxygen. With birth number 2, this made me very nauseous so I didn’t want to. But once again, I wanted my baby to come out okay so I did what I was told.
At this point, I have been at the hospital for about an hour or 2. My contractions were not taking on a regular pattern like we had hoped so I was checked again. I was at a 7.
Really? I can do this!
But baby’s heart rate keeps dropping with every inconsistent contraction. I know that everyone was thinking the dreaded c word. But I was determined to get baby here without that.
Now they suggested fluids. I said hook me up if you think it will help. And help it did!
My little mover finally was able to handle the contractions. I must have been a little dehydrated.
My dr came in and checked me again. I was an 8. Not much longer. I asked them to go ahead and break my water. It was a hope that it might make my contractions consistent and pick things up.
I knew it was a long shot since my water breaking in my first 2 labors did nothing for me. Same story here.
I kept flipping and breathing my oxygen. When the nausea hit, I knew we were close. My dr stayed with me and checked again. I was at a 8-9 with just a little lip around the head. He told me to go ahead and push.
I pushed a few times to just see if that would help. The lip decreased and he said lets get ready.
Give it a big push.
The head is out!
Wait…I never felt that!
Less than 5 minutes later, at 3:43 am, my 9 pound 1.7 ounce baby was here. He was 22 1/2 inches long and every bit my son.
The awesome thing about Ben’s birth was how God brought my through. My mother-in-law always jokes about how I didn’t have enough contractions to have a baby. They never really got regular.
Add to that the fact I could tolerate being on my side and the nausea from the oxygen didn’t get to me, and I have to chalk that up as a pretty supernatural birth!
Baby Ben, I am so glad you are here and a part of our family! Every day you change and grow and teach us more about raising a child. You are such a joy and we thank God for you!
Here’s to the next year of your life! More talking and soon walking and before we know it, you will be really grown!