Our birth story…where do I start? Well to begin with, I had this whole birth thing planned out in my head. I had done way too much research, watched documentaries, went to a very “Portland” birthing class, and knew exactly what I wanted and what I didn’t want. But when my due date came and went, we quickly saw that she was not going to come out on her own within a healthy time frame. So a few days shy of my 42nd week of pregnancy I was eating a burger at killer burger, fueling up right before going to the hospital.
|Haters be learners!|
I would be lying if I said I wasn't sad about not getting my envisioned birth, you know, the movie type. Our bags had been packed for weeks in hopes that I could tell Brian it was GO TIME! But I found myself walking into the Hospital with a planned induction, it all felt so clean, clinical, and scheduled. Even all that couldn't stop me from being so excited and ready to get the hard work over with and bring little Eisley into this world!
Let me spare you the down and dirty details and give you the fly by list:
- Saturday 9/29--8pm Start induction plan 1
- Sunday 9/30--9am Induction plan 1 provided no progress
- Sunday 9/30--9:30 Try induction plan 2, failed
- Sunday 9/30--10am Start induction plan 3
- Sunday 9/30--2pm Induction plan 3 provided very little progress
- Sunday 9/30--2:30pm Start Induction plan 4
- Sunday 9/30--5pm My water breaks!
- Sunday 9/30--6pm-4am Had contractions all night
- Monday 10/1--5am Start induction plan 5
- Monday 10/1--9am Start to really feel contractions
- Monday 10/1--2pm Found out I was halfway there, felt defeated and tired
- Monday 10/1--2:30pm Got a dose of Fentanyl to help manage the pain a little
- Monday 10/1-- 4pm Fentanyl wore off
- Monday 10/1--7pm I was ready to push!
- Monday 10/1--9pm Still freaking pushing
- Monday 10/1--11pm Eisley was born
So many things did not happen the way I planned. But in the end I was rewarded with a precious miracle. So much of those 3 days are a blur but there are a few things that stand out in my mind:
- the touch of Brian’s hand on my back
- the soft encouraging words of my midwife (who was there the whole day of her birth)
- the reassuring nurses who went out of their way to comfort me
- catching up on Americas next top model
- the worried smile of my mom
- my dad and I trying to play poker when my water broke
- the horrible hospital food that was so bad it was funny
- the texts and calls from friends and family anxiously awaiting news
- Brian sitting by me and doing all he could do to comfort and love me
- getting the motivation to push harder than before by feeling my daughter’s full head of hair
- wanting to hear her cry more than anything
- Brian picking the perfect music to fit with the different stages of the day
- feeling tears of joy run down my cheek and seeing tears in Brian’s eyes when we saw her for the first time
- seeing my mom burst into tears when we announced that her middle name was after her
- Knowing in a specific moment that my life was forever changed by this amazing little girl.
- Seeing Brian become a dad when he held her for the first time
|Welcome little one|
Yes it was long. Yes it wasn’t my “birth plan”. Yes it was worth it. God created this perfect child inside me and trusted Brian and I to love and care for her. He built my body to carry and deliver her safely and gave me the strength and stamina to do the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Little Eisley…we had a big party that day, Heck, we partied for 3 days waiting for you to choose your birthday! So happy to start October out with a celebration of you and all your snuggly wonderfulness.