The birth story of Trevor….
I’ve been anxious leading up to the birth of Trevor. For
several reasons, but mostly knowing this would be my last time giving birth, it
would be the last time as a family of four, it would be my last time pregnant.
For my experience, it’s been a weird feeling know that I won’t ever do any of
this again. I’m excited for what is to come and sad for what has passed.
The week before Trevor was born, I had a lot going on and
last minute preparations. I had my doctor appoint on Wednesday 3/29 where I
learned that I was about 3 cm dilated and 70% effaced. This was JUST like
Evan’s birth. I was almost 38 weeks along. I thought it would be almost any
day, but then again, I was not having ANY contractions. Maybe one or two, but
minor ones. I had a lot of Braxton hicks though. I took it easy until Sunday
morning, the day after April Fools! and did what I could to get baby going. I
went into work on Monday and had one of the best days (long story- I fired an
employee I’ve been wanting to for years!!!) So, after that morning, I felt absolutely
ready. That evening, I told Brad, that I thought it would be another week
before I had the baby because I was relaxed and haven’t had any contractions
indicating that labor was very soon. Boy- was I wrong!!
Just like Evan, I was 38 weeks and 2 days, when my water
broke. It was the weirdest thing, I was sitting down, reading and I heard a
weird “pop” and felt the hardest kick I’ve ever felt in all my pregnancies. I
sat there, waiting and worried. Trying to feel the baby move again…it was a
long minute. After that, I felt it- my water broke. I jumped up and yelled for
Brad! It was 8:15pm. We called Kim over to stay with the kids and we could say
goodbye and tell them we are going to the doctor to get the baby.
We get to the hospital around 9:30pm. I’m pretty nervous at
this point because I still have not felt the baby move. As we were checking in,
I finally felt something and was so relived. We got admitted and realized that
I was in labor- the contractions started one hour after my water broke.
We went to our room and I got the epidural right away
(10:30pm) so that I could relax and try to sleep. Although I couldn’t because I
was worried that I would go through the same thing with this baby as I did with
Evan. All I wanted to do was listen to Trevor’s heartbeat. As the night went
on, I could feel more and more pressure. Around 1:30ish, I called the nurses in
to check me and they said I was at 9 cm. She had me do one push during a
contraction, which pushed me to 10 cm. It was go time.
I pushed for about 15 minutes or less. It didn’t feel that
long, but it could have been. Everything happens so fast! Trevor had a hard
time getting out. He was getting stuck at the head, because of all of his hair!
No joke!! It’s apparently like velcro in delivery. I pushed as hard as I could
and the doctor had to be more forceful with pulling him out. We finally got him out and on to my chest immediately.
It was the most amazing feeling. We have another boy!! I knew it…always have…but
it is still a fun and surprising feeling to find out the gender at that point.
I kept asking Brad “is it really a boy??” Emotions are high, we’ve been up for
almost 18 hours straight, with no sleep. We were in awe of this little boy who
looked perfect. I was so relieved. I had been scared this entire pregnancy, worried
about the outcome of it even though no reason had led me to feel that way.
I held Trevor for one hour on my chest as nurses and doctors
worked on the after birth. That was a fiasco. At the end of the day, my uterus
had been through hell and back and it was painful. Literally was punched back
into shape. It was a bit scary, the hour after Trevor was born. My placenta had
to be manually removed, however, as they were removing it- it had not been fully
detached from my uterus. Apparently, my uterus started to cave in on itself and
was being pulled along with the placenta. Once the doctors realized this, it
was a whirlwind of chaos. Other doctors were called in, the anesthesiologist came
back in to administer medicine to help with the process and I had a doctor
working extremely hard into push my uterus back in and reshaping it. After that… everything calmed down.
It had been an hour and the doctors finally took Trevor to
get his vitals and Brad was finally able to hold him. It was about 3:30am and
we finally got moved into our recovery room around 4am. I wasn’t able to fall
asleep until about 5am. Ohmygosh…I was soooo tired that I was delirious. I had
a hard time communicating and was extremely emotional. I was finally able to
sleep a few hours.
Tuesday we spent the day resting and bonding! I was not able
to get out of bed until later that night.
Mike and Lynda came into town to take care of Evan and Sage.
They brought them to meet Trevor and it was the most precious moments. They
finally learned that they had a brother and not a sister. Sage was only disappointed
for a few seconds. They loved on Trevor the entire time they were there. Seeing
them interact with him, just made everything perfect. Our little family is
complete.
We got to come home on Wednesday morning and started to get acquainted
with our little family of five.
We had all kinds of visitors. Mike and Lynda stayed the
whole week and weekend to help out. My mom came up for a few days and then the
following week. Dad came out for a week to help out with Trevor and Evan. We
had constant support almost the full three months of Trevor’s life and it was absolutely
amazing. I love having a house full of family, so it was just perfect to have Trevor’s
first months of life surrounded by all the people that love him the most!!!
Welcome to the family Trevor! You are absolutely perfect and
so meant to be!
