*Disclaimer- this post is very long and is very detailed. I wanted to write everything down so I can make sure to remember it all. Read all of it or just some of it, or just skip to the pictures at the end... whatever suits your fancy!
I had just gone to my 36 week appointment the day before my
contractions started. According to the MD, I was dilated to a 2 and he had
every reason to believe I would make it to my scheduled induction on April 27th.
Drew had other plans. The next day, we loaded up the Outback and jumped on the
15 southbound to enjoy conference weekend in sunny St. George. My mom, dad, and
little brother Luke were going to meet us there and we were going to spend the
weekend hanging out, hiking Zion, swimming in the hotel pool, and eating
delicious food. All the makings of a perfect weekend getaway.
On Friday evening, we put Ryder to bed in his pack and play
in the corner and Chad and I snuggled up in bed to watch a movie on Netflix.
That’s when contractions started to make themselves known. They weren’t
painful, but they were coming just about every 10-12 minutes for the next hour.
That night I slept great and in the morning the contractions were still there,
but not regular and not painful. We decided that there was no reason to wait
around for something to happen, so we piled in the car and headed to Zion.
Mindful of the irregular contractions and the fact that we were hiking with a
2-year-old, our hiking was nothing extreme but we did explore the park and
hiked the Emerald Pools. I got lots of stares for hiking with my prego belly,
but we had fun and good news… the baby was not born in Zion National Park.
The next day, I was still having irregular contractions, for
an hour they would be more consistent, and then there would be longer breaks of
20-30 minutes. We debated whether or not we should head over to Dixie Regional
to be evaluated, but we had not brought the infant carrier with us (we had
thought about it but then didn’t want to jinx ourselves) and we were not really
thrilled about having the baby in St. George. Instead, we jumped in the car and
got on the road. I even stole a towel from the hotel to sit on while driving
back, just in case my water broke. We were bringing Luke back to Utah with us,
so it was nice to have an extra set of hands to help entertain Ryder on the
drive back. Especially when the contractions started to become more regular and
even a little painful. Thankfully we made it all the way home without baby
coming! At this point, I knew I was in early labor, and it was just a matter of
time before we got to meet our newest little guy.
We decided to drop the boys off at home and then head to the
hospital to be evaluated. Once again, thank goodness we had Luke with us so
that we could leave him at home with Ryder man! We checked into the hospital
and I was at a 3. The contractions were regular, but not hurting too bad. After
an hour of eval, they said I hadn’t changed since I had been there and
therefore it wasn’t quite time. They said that after my contractions started to
come closer together and were more painful to come back. I was a little bummed
to have made Chad drive me all the way down to American Fork Hospital just to
be turned away, but that’s life. We decided to turn it into a date night and
grab some In-N-Out on the way home. In-N-Out always makes anything better.
Turns out it was a good thing to go home because we were
able to have the evening to get things unpacked and cleaned up from our weekend
in St. George. Threw in a few loads of laundry, got Ryder man in jammies and in
bed (not an easy thing after our mini vacation) and packed a hospital bag for
when it was time to go back to the hospital. We went to bed and waited to see
how the night would play out. The contractions were still about the same, but
as the night went on, they became increasingly more painful. I was up about
once an hour with a contraction that was strong enough to wake me up, otherwise
I got to sleep the entire night. By morning, I still wasn’t sure if today was
the day, so Chad got up and went to work. I told him he could go as long as he
could be, “on call” and ready to come home if the baby decided to come.
I got up for the day around 7 am when Ryder woke up and
luckily I had Luke around to play with him because my contractions were
starting to hurt more and about every 15 minutes there would be one where I had
to sit down and breathe through it. I was able to email my sister Riley a few
times since she happened to be online for her P-day, and I told her that I was
pretty sure the baby was coming. If not today, then sometime in the next couple
of days. She was ecstatic for me, but had to go before we knew for sure what
was happening. By about 9:30, I knew it was time to go to the hospital so I
texted Chad and told him he needed to come home. Initially I was pretty easy
going and told him that as soon as he could come would be fine. He told me to
cross my legs. Completely helpful. To which I told him to hurry. Then his
response was, “I’ll drive like a bat out of hell.” That Chad, he’s so poetic.
About 45 minutes later, Chad walked through the door and I
was REALLY ready to go. The contractions were extremely painful and about 6-7
minutes apart by this time. We threw Ryder and Luke in the car and started
driving down to American Fork. In case they were going to send me home again,
we wanted Luke and Ryder to have a chance to get out of the house. We dropped
them off at the park down the street where Kenna was going to pick them up once
she got out of class, and headed to the hospital. I waddled my way into the
hospital and we took the elevator up to the 4th floor. There was
another couple in the elevator going to L &D, but they were much more calm
and collected than we were. She was going in for an induction and looked
comfortable and relaxed while I was a mess; hunched over and holding my belly
just trying to breathe through the pain. I guess we can’t all be glamorous.
When we go to the third floor, the other couple picked up the phone and said
they were there to have a baby. They must have asked her if we were with her
because she turned to look at me and then responded in the phone, “nope, but it
looks like she’s here to have a baby too!”
By the time we got checked in and put in a room, it was
about 11:30 am. The nurse got me a gown, connected me up to the monitors and
checked me- I was at a 5! She said she would go call the doctor and make sure
they were on board for the baby to come today. She said she would be surprised
if they wanted to send me home at a 5, but because I was only 36 weeks and 4
days, she had to check anways. Sure enough, the docs said I could stay, we were
having the baby today!
I was pretty uncomfortable at this point, but I was happy
that this was not a false alarm. This was the real deal! Chad settled in on the
plastic couch by the window with his Bluetooth headset and laptop and went to
work. I waited for the nurse to come back and sent out text messages to all our
people, letting them know we were in the hospital and ready to go! Chad tuned
into his conference call while the nurse was doing her admit questions and
initial assessment. At the end of which she asked, “When would you like your
epidural?” Without a moment’s hesitation I responded that whenever they were
available, I was ready. About 10 minutes later the nurse anesthetist came in
and started the epidural. Having had one with my first labor, I knew what to
expect, but the immediate relief still came at a bit of a surprise. The nurse
anesthetist then became my favorite person of the day. That woman is a miracle
worker. I am definitely a believer in the medical phenomenon that is called an
epidural. I was happy, comfortable, content, and unlike my last labor well
rested. Everyone should have a baby in the afternoon after sleeping at least a
semi-decent night’s sleep the night before.
For the next 45 minutes or so, I lounged comfortably in the
hospital bed. I watched an episode of Bones on the iPad and waited for the
nurse to come back to check my progress. Chad was having a successful
conference call and all was well. At around 1:30 pm she came back for a check.
I was shocked when she pronounced that I was at a 10 and this baby was coming!
I tried to call to Chad but he was a little absorbed in his call. I finally
caught his eye, gestured a number 10 with both hands and told him he HAD to go
get the camera out of the car. It was baby time! Unfortunately, the doctor from
Valley OB who was on call also had 2 other patients who were delivering at the
same time, so the nurse said to try the best I could to not push and hold that
baby in. Apparently the girl next door was in excruciating pain so he was going
to deliver her first. After a little wait, he finally came in and started
chatting us up while he was setting up. He asked what we were having and when I
said boy, he said, “Well that’s good because then when you are out places your
husband will have to take both boys to the bathroom while you get to wait in
peace outside.” He had all sorts of pearls of wisdom.
Finally it was time to start pushing. I pushed for about
10-15 minutes and then he was here! The doctor had to do a slight episiotomy,
but at that point (and with an epidural on board), you tend to not really care
about anything except getting that baby here! At 2:12 pm, Drew Burton Bennett
was born. He was 7 lbs 1 oz and 20.5 inches long. He was very blue, but they
put him right on my chest for some skin to skin. There’s just something magical
about getting to hold your baby for the first time. To finally get to see your
baby that you’ve been carrying for 9 months and hold them close. There’s
nothing better in the world. That baby came straight from heaven and he was now
mine. Forever he is my baby boy.
After a minute or two, he was still not pinking up, so the
nurse took him to the warmer and the respiratory therapist gave him a little
bit of blow by oxygen. He had some initial grunting and a little bit of a hard
time breathing, but after a little bit of oxygen he started to look a lot less
like a blueberry. They decided to send him down to the nursery and do a CPAP
trial to see if it would help him keep his sats up. Chad got to go with them
and they wheeled him out of the room. For the next hour, I waited for them to
come back. Down in the nursery, when they went to try the CPAP, his sats had
already improved on their own, so they just monitored him for another half hour
to make sure he was doing okay. Chad was there for his first bath and then my
L&D nurse insisted that they bring him back up so I could see him. I got to
hold him for a good half hour before they moved us downstairs. I tried to feed
him, but by this time he was so zonked out from the whole birth experience, it
just wasn’t happening. That’s alright though, because snuggle time is just as
important. With a squirmy, active 2-year-old Ryder at home, it was crazy to
hold such a little, quiet baby.
They finally moved us down to the mother/baby unit and we
got settled in. Chad called McKenna and an hour or so later, Kenna, Luke, and
Ryder came to see the new baby. We hadn’t quite decided what his name would be,
so for now he was just “baby”, but that was okay. The first time he woke up to
eat, it took about 25 minutes to get him to latch on, but luckily my experience
at the Special Care Nursery came in handy and I was able to get him to eat.
Every time after that, he took to feeding like a natural. Right off the bat he
was awake every 3-4 hours and ready to eat. He was quite the eater. That first
night Chad went home to be with Ryder and I had baby Drew all to myself. That
next day, we had a few visitors in the morning, and then in the afternoon Chad
came back to the hospital to be just the 3 of us. We ordered the room service
meals for dinner and had a blast ordering as many desserts as we thought was
socially acceptable. Two each. We finished watching the movie Jobs (we had
started watching it in St. George, but hadn’t gotten around to finishing it)
and then Chad went home for the night.
Luke had watched Ryder that entire afternoon and when Chad
got home around 8 pm (they had been alone since about 1 pm), Chad asked him
what they ate for dinner. Luke confessed that they hadn’t actually eaten
anything since he left. Then Chad asked him when he had changed his diaper
last. Luke said he also hadn’t changed a diaper either. Apparently they had too
much fun playing away the afternoon! That night, I enjoyed the quite solace of
my hospital room and my sweet new baby. We watched cupcake wars and then went
to bed. In the middle of the night, they took him to the nursery for a few
hours and I was able to get actually a semi-decent night’s sleep.
The next day, it was time to go home. Chad came to pick us
up and it was time to face reality. We had our sweet baby Drew and our wild
Ryder man in the back of the Subaru with Luke in the middle. In a matter of a few days, my heart had
doubled in size. It opened up and expanded to love this newest boy in my life.
I now have 3 boys that I could not imagine loving any more than I do at this
moment. They are my everything.