As I sit down to write this post, I just put the finishing touches on the final project for my son’s first birthday and re-tucked him in after a nightmare. I can’t believe it’s been a whole year… 365 days, wow! Everyone always tells you about how fast time goes by and to enjoy every moment, but let me tell you, there is no way to truly understand, until the moment when it’s your first born’s first birthday and you find yourself double checking the calendar, because there’s no way it’s been a year already.
I’ve been meaning to share with you Jayden’s birth story for at least 11 months now. As time continued to go on, I felt as if the moment had passed and that it was weird to post about it so far after the fact. Then as Jayden’s birthday started to approach, I thought… here’s my chance, it’s now or never. Well, never may be a little dramatic, but you get the point.
Anyway, I thought today would be the perfect day to finally share Jayden’s birth story, if only to give me an excuse to write it down for my own memory recording. So without further ado…
Jayden’s Birth Story
September 24, 2015
Leading up to my due date, was pretty hectic in NYC. Not only was it the United Nations General Assembly, but the Pope was also set to arrive on my due date as well. In the final weeks I found myself praying that Jayden would arrive early. No such luck though… just like his Daddy, he’s very punctual and arrived right as scheduled.
I went into labor around 8pm the night of September 23rd. At first, I wasn’t sure if it was contractions I was feeling, but as they continued, I knew it was happening. In the beginning they were pretty easy to bare and just felt like bad cramps, then by 3am, I couldn’t take it any longer and told my husband it was time to go to the hospital. The photo above I took right before we left, poor Frankie has no idea what was coming…
I was having pretty bad back labor (something I wish on no one) from about 11pm on and it just kept getting increasingly worse as time passed. My water never broke, which is pretty common, but by the time I got to the hospital, a little after 4am, my contractions were 2 mins apart. After checking in and getting triaged, we were told I was only dilated 5cm, but my blood pressure was dangerously high. So high that there was a chance I would have to have a c-section, which I strongly wanted to avoid. The doctor suggested I get an epidural to help lower my blood pressure, but I really wanted to hold off as long as possible. A few more hours passed and my back labor became so intense I couldn’t even stand. That was when I decided it was time for the epidural, I had labored for over 10 hours naturally and my blood pressure wasn’t getting any better, so if the epidural could help with both the pain and preventing a c-section, I was all for it.
At around 6:30am, they came in to give me the epidural… the messed up the first time and had to stick me twice! Man, was that painful, but the nice thing was that it started working right away and I was able to finally get some rest. My contractions were still 2 minutes apart, but I hadn’t dilated any further and my water still hadn’t broke so the doctor recommended I rest, so rest I did. I wasn’t able to fall asleep (too much excitement I guess), but laying there with my eyes closed was good enough.
I delivered at NY Presbyterian / Columbia University Medical Center. This was our view from the labor and delivery room, on the morning of Jayden’s birth. My mom, who was flying in from California arrived at 7am that morning and made it to the hospital with plenty of time to space as Jayden wasn’t born until 6:59pm that evening. Yes, it was a LONG 23 hour labor!
At 11am my water had still not broken and my blood pressure was still pretty high. The epidural was still working nicely too. Shortly after, the doctor (not so nicely) insisted that they break my water as my blood pressure was not lowering and we were starting to enter scary territory for the baby. The doctor who was scheduled to deliver Jayden was not my regular OBGYN and I was NOT a fan. After talking it over with my husband and mom, we all decided breaking my water was the best option. The doctors came in and broke my water around 11:30am, but 3pm it was time to push. Oh and I almost forgot to mention, by this time my epidural had worn off, I could full on fill the contraction pain again and was even able to move my legs to walk around. Not what I was expecting. I didn’t know that “wearing off” was a possibility and at that point, it’s not like you can get another.
Then the “fun” began… I’ll spare you the play-by-play, as it was pretty intense, but I’ll give you the short version instead. I pushed for 4 solid hours! Yes, F-O-U-R… and it must be noted, that for 3.5 of those hours, Jayden was crowning. His head was peeking out, but his shoulder was stuck for 3.5 hours! It was the most intense pain I’ve ever felt in my life. After such intense pushing for so long, my blood pressure kept rising and then Jayden’s heart rate started to drop and they had to get him out right then! In the end, it took three doctors and the use of forceps to get him out, but the worst part was that he didn’t cry right away as he wasn’t breathing. It took a good solid minute or two before we heard his first cry, but because it was delayed, my husband actually recorded it (which I listened to last night)… his very first cry, we have recorded, how cool is that?!
I didn’t get hold my son right away, because of all the test they had to run on him, which took over an hour, but once they were assured that everything was okay, we finally got to meet. Nothing can describe the feeling of love that came over me the moment my son was placed into my arms. It was love at first sight. I have never worked so hard for something and been rewarded so greatly. And it’s no wonder I was working so hard, he was a BIG boy… weighing 9 lbs 10 oz, 23.5″ long. Childbirth is truly a miracle.
I once read a quote that said “childbirth is the one shot you get at assisting God in a miracle” and I couldn’t agree more. Recovery was also not great for me… but you know what, a year later and I’m ready to do it all over again.
One year later….
September 24, 2016
Happy Birthday, my precious son. Mama loves you more than you will ever know. How wonderful is it to think that out of all the infinite possibilities, God choose me as your mother and you as my son. I love you!
Love Always + Forever,