Kai Lawrence was born on 7/15/14 at 5:29am.
He was 8 lbs 1 oz, and 20 3/4 inches long.
Here is his birth story:
On Monday, 7/14, I went to the OB’s office where I saw yet another new OB. I had been having contractions for weeks, as I have mentioned, and my blood pressure was elevated the previous Wednesday at my appointment. I figured if it was high again on Monday, I would listen to what the doc recommended, but I would also ask about being induced on Tuesday or Wednesday if he didn’t come on his own before then. Well, my bp was still elevated on Monday, and I was 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced at the appointment. Based on that news, the OB recommended I head to the hospital for labs and that I would likely stay to be induced that evening. He told me to take my time, go home and get my stuff ready, and head over. He said that he didn’t really think I had pre-eclampsia, but I did have pregnancy induced hypertension, which is also not good. He said that since I was already dilated 3cm and was 39 weeks 6 days, he saw no reason not to get the baby out sooner rather than later. I called Steve after the appointment around 3pm and told him to leave work and meet me at home because we were going to go and have a baby. We took our time at home getting everything together and got to the hospital around 4:30pm. I was under the impression that I would be sent to triage to be monitored and have labs drawn, but when we got there they already had a room ready to admit me. Alrighty then, I guess this is really happening.
We got settled into the room and the nurse had me change into a hospital gown. Someone from the lab came in to draw blood, and the nurse informed me that that the on call doc would likely order pitocin to start shortly. I think I somewhat didn’t believe that this was actually going to happen, so I asked if I should start making calls to my parents, etc to let them know that it was go time. She said yes, it was probably a safe bet. At 6:30pm, pitocin was started, and a few minutes later the on call doc came in to talk to me. I ended up really liking her, which was great. She came in, checked me (still 3 cm at this point) and proceeded to say, “ok, I’m going to break your water.” Um, ok then. She used the crochet hook thingy to do that and told me that whenever I wanted my epidural I could have it, and that she was very liberal with her drugs. Good to hear. Shortly after starting pitocin and breaking my water, I started having more regular contractions. They still weren’t too painful, and I was able to order some items from the clear foods menu. Juice, jello, slushy, etc. I ordered some extra things to keep in the fridge in the room like the nurse suggested. At 7pm, the night nurse Pam took over and told me that she would be with me all night, 7pm-7am. She told me that she had been doing this for 30 years, and let me tell you, she was amazing. Loved her.
Things progressed slowly, about 1cm per hour, and sometime a little after 8am the contractions started getting painful. I asked how long it would take to get the epidural once I said I wanted it, and the nurse told me she would find out if the anesthesiologist was in the hospital or if he would have to be called from home. Turns out he was in the OR, and could be relieved at any time to come up to my room. I debated holding off for a while, but as Pam said, the contractions are just going to get worse from here, so if I was going to get the epidural eventually either way, I might as well get it sooner rather than later. So I told her I wanted it, and the doc gave her ok. Around 8:30pm the anesthesiologist came in and gave me the epidural. By the time he got there, I was having very painful contractions, so the timing ended up being good. Once the epidural started, it was sweet, sweet relief. It was an odd sensation having my legs numb but still able to move, but I was so grateful to no longer be in pain. I could barely even tell when I was having a contraction, it was great. I told Steve that I didn’t know how anyone could do this without drugs. Obviously there are women that do it every day and holy cats do I give them props. Not for me. I think I can normally manage pain pretty well, multiple Ironmans, marathons, and ultra-marathons will teach you how to do that, but this was a whole different ballgame.
Shortly after I had my epidural my dad stopped by to visit. I told him it could still be quite a while before the baby came, it was hard to say. He headed home around 10:30pm and shortly after that my mom stopped by. She visited for a while, and then I was getting tired, so she went to the family waiting area so Steve and I could try to get some rest. I told her I would call her with an update. Around 1:30, I was checked again and was 6cm. I called my mom and told her she should probably head home and get some sleep, because things were still progressing slowly.
A few minutes after making that call, I started to feel quite a bit of pain again. I asked the nurse to press the self-administer button on the epidural, which she did. That seemed to help a little bit for a short while. Then it was as if the epidural just stopped working completely. The contractions were so painful. We pushed the button two more times and nothing. The anesthesiology nurse was called in and gave me another injection of the epidural straight into the port. It did nothing. Pam decided to check me again and I was 8cm and almost completely effaced. Each contraction was super intense and it felt like they were coming one right on top of the next (in reality, they were still 2-3 mins apart). Finally the anesthesia nurse offered fentinyl and I said yes. She injected it straight into the epidural port and with the next contraction, I could feel that the edge was taken off. Two contractions later I felt nothing. It was great. At this point I could still feel that my legs were numb but I couldn’t move them at all on my own. I tried to doze off for a while now that I was no longer in pain, and Steve and I both managed a bit of a nap.
Around 3:30am I was checked and was fully dilated. The OB came in and determined there was just a tiny bit of cervix left on two sides and told me we were going to try a push. They coached me through it since I couldn’t feel the contractions, and with one push I was complete. It was go time. I was told that for first time moms, it could take 1-3 hours of pushing, which was a little bit intimidating. I started pushing at 3:40am, and was making great progress in the beginning. The doc was very encouraging when she told me that I was doing great and there was no way this was going to take 1-3 hours. I started to get the hang of pushing, especially since now I could feel the contractions again. Steve was on my left holding my foot and Pam was on my right doing the same. There was a resident there as well, who kept telling me she could see his head, and to “curl around the baby” with each push. To be honest, she was really annoying me and I wanted to tell her to shove it. She kept making me think that the end was just around the corner when in reality I still had a long way to go. I pushed and pushed for nearly two hours, and was completely exhausted. Turns out Mister Man was stuck on my pubic bone, and no matter how hard I pushed, his head just couldn’t get through. It got to the point where his heart rate would drop after each contraction, meaning he was getting stressed. They put an oxygen mask on me and the OB came in to assess the situation. She said we couldn’t keep going like this because the baby was under too much stress. She called for a vacuum cart and quickly explained to me that she was going to try to suck him out with the vacuum, but if it didn’t work quickly, she would have to do a c-secion. I remember being so scared and looking at Steve with tears running down my cheeks. He looked kind of scared too and I told myself to hold it together and be strong. Before I knew what was happening, the doc had the suction attached to his head, and when the next contraction came I pushed as hard as I could. I heard her say great job and he was almost out, and with the next contraction I pushed again and out came his head. One more push and he was out and I immediately heard him screaming and crying. They plopped him down on my chest right away and I started bawling. Partially tears of joy, but I think mostly tears of relief that he was out and ok and it was over.
After a few minutes the nurses took him over to the warmer to get his measurements and Apgar scores (8 and 9). Then they handed him to Steve, who held him while I got stitched up.
I ended up having a 3rd degree tear from pulling him out so fast, and it seemed to take forever for the doc to stitch me up. In reality, I have no clue how long it was. Once that was done, he was placed on my chest again skin to skin, and he latched on to nurse almost immediately. The nurse was super impressed, and said that this is rare, especially for first time moms. That’s my little over achiever.
Around 6am Steve called all of our parents with the news, and my mom headed right over. Thus began a crazy day full of visitors, which was both great and so exhausting. At 7am Pam came in to say goodbye and tell me that I did a great job, and that she was so happy that he made it out before her shift was over. I gave her a big hug and thanked her for being awesome all night and told her that I was glad that she got to see the baby born before she left.
It took forever for my epidural to wear off, probably because of the amount they had to give me along with the fentinyl. My first trip to the bathroom was in a wheelchair, and I couldn’t stand or walk on my own for at least 6 or 7 hours. It’s still hard to believe sometimes that he is here and he is ours, yet at the same time it seems like he’s been with us for longer than just five days.