Our Birth Story
It was a Tuesday evening in April and we were taking Desmond out to dinner because it was his last night as an only child. It was his last night getting all of our attention. We told him we were going to eat and then drop him off at his Grandma and Paw Paw's. He was excited about that. On our way to his grandparents we told him that the next time we saw him his brother would be here. He was pretty excited about that too. As we walked away I had tears in my eyes. I had never left him for this long. It was hard. So many emotions are involved when your bringing a second child into a family.
We went home and made sure we had everything together. It was just before midnight when we arrived at the hospital for our induction. We were considered high risk and they decided to induce me so that Ben didn't get too big. They got me in a room and in an oh so lovely gown. They explained their plan. One round of Cytotek right away, wait four hours administer another round, and after another four hours the doctor would come in and break my water and start Pitocin. They administered the Cytotek around 1:30 a.m. and they wanted me to rest. I wasn't allowed to get out of bed for at least an hour. By 2:00 a.m. my contractions were two minutes a part. There would be no resting for me. The contractions came fast and hard with no breaks. The nurse came in around 3:00 and said there wouldn't be a need for another dose of Cytotek and I may be able to do without Pitocin as well. I was doing my best to breath between each contraction and relax my body. Minutes really seemed like hours. Each contraction grew worse and more painful. Brian stood by my side watching and trying to asses the situation and figure out what I needed. I needed what all laboring mothers need, for the pain to stop.
By 5:00 a.m. I was shaking. The contractions were too much. I had tears in my eyes and was having a hard time breathing through the contractions. The nurse wanted to make me aware that I was progressing and if I was going to get an epidural now was the time. I looked at Brian with tears and fear in my eyes and said I wanted the epidural. I was so scared, I hate epidurals. I was at my limit though. I knew the contractions would only get worse and I was at my limit already. So at 5:30 a.m. I received my epidural. It went better than my first but it still wasn't fun. I cried. Rest, that's what they wanted. Brian slept in the chair and the nurse turned off all of the lights. How could I rest though. I was too excited, too anxious, too nervous. So I wrote. I wrote Ben a letter. I wrote to him to let him know how much I loved him, the dreams I had for him, the hope. We called our birth photographer and let her know it was time to come. At 7:00 a.m. the nurse came in. It was time for their shift change. She checked me and said that if she was a betting woman she would bet the doctor would come in, break my water and we would have a baby.
Our wonderful doctor came in a little past 8:00. She checked me and boy did she make a face. I knew instantly that it was time. She broke my water and that was it. Everyone came in and got everything ready. I started pushing at 8:45 a.m. I pushed once, she said he had hair. I started pushing a second time and was told to stop, his head was out. I started crying instantly. I'm pretty sure I was in shock. Another half of a push and Benjamin made his entrance into our world. The doctor handed him to me and as I was pulling him back she told me to stop, don't pull him. He had a true knot in his cord which is rare. She started covering me so our photographer could take a picture. Brian cut the cord and I brought him to my chest. It was love. That instant, crazy, indescribable love. At 7 pounds and 10 ounces he was my little guy.
My parents brought Desmond to the hospital so he could meet his brother. Brian went and got him and he was really excited to meet his brother, for about fifteen seconds. I laughed hard. He gave him his tiger and then he was off. He spent a lot of time with us at the hospital so it didn't really seem like I was away from him much at all.
This whole labor and delivery was such an amazing and positive experience. I was so happy that I had a photographer there to capture it all. Here is our story in pictures courtesy of Abrienne Lorenson Photography.
I am a mom and a photographer. My love of motherhood led me to photograph all things from bellies to birth and beyond.