On July 24, 2013 at 12:41 p.m. MST we welcomed our son, Rylan Joseph, into our world. Tears and endless kisses ensued as we wrapped our minds around finally meeting Sprout. Practically everyone who saw me pregnant told me he was a boy but I’ll admit my final guess before I started pushing was still girl. But when Mike announced “BOY!” the world stopped for a moment and I knew I was meant to be his mama. I can’t explain it. I just wanted him in my arms as quickly as possible so I could tell him how lucky we are and to promise him that we’ll try our best every day to be the best parents we know how.
His arrival began with a trip to the hospital at 10 p.m. on July 23 for my induction at midnight on the 24th. I was induced because of my Factor IV condition–the doctor wanted me to come off my Heparin shots 24 hours earlier to control what was in my body and ensure I could have an epidural if I wanted one. Let’s just say…I wanted one.
After the Pitocin drip started I was given an Ambien and slept on and off until about 4 a.m. At that time I was put on oxygen for his vitals and I told Mike I was no longer able to sleep through the contractions. I requested that we pop in my Sex & The City movie DVD and snacked on a popsicle. Labor wasn’t so bad I thought!
Fast forward to about 9 a.m. My contractions were extremely strong and because of the Pitocin, only about one to two minutes apart. My parents came in to say hello and it was getting harder for me to hold a conversation. My dad stared a bit anxiously at my contractions on the monitor and unfortunately for him, was in the room when my water broke naturally. Sorry dad!
From that point on the pain was so intense and the lack of time between contractions didn’t allow me much time to refocus my breathing or my state-of-mind. At 4cm, two sooner than my “plan,” I told Mike I needed the epidural. For some reason I kept apologizing but I just could’t keep going. Or could I…
The labor and delivery floor was slammed on the 24th and apparently all of us were around the same points of our labor. Thus, the guy with the good stuff (epidural juice) was crazy busy. It took a little more than an hour for him to get to me. It was the most intense 60+ minutes I have ever experienced. Mike was a champ and kept me as calm as he knew how.
Once the epidural took hold I was checked again and learned I was at 7cm. Yep, I went from 4cm to 7cm in the hour I was waiting for the drugs. Now it makes sense why it was so intense! I’ll spare you a few other details and just say that within only one more hour, I was ready to push.
And about 23 minutes after I heard “push now” for the first time, baby boy Sprout entered our lives. Not long after Mike brought our families (both sets of parents and his sister) into the room for introductions. I remember seeing everyone smiling and laughing but it’s truly all a big blur. Within a few hours we transferred rooms and proceeded to stare at this little bundle who was now 100% ours to care for and love. It was surreal in the best way.
More to come as we settle into life at home with Rylan…but for now, we’re just savoring every moment. Even the challenging and exhausting ones. Thanks for all your kind words during my pregnancy journey. Now on to parenthood!