Barrett Nicholas was born at 12:24am on Friday, September 23, 2011 and weighed in at 9 pounds 2 ounces and was 21 inches long. He was born with a head of dark hair, apgars of 8 and 9, beautiful full lips, a strong cry and healthy.
So lets back up – to before he had a name, before we saw his beautiful hair and total perfection. Lets back up to September 22nd.
As much as I didn’t want to induce and wanted to have my body go naturally, I also really wanted my doctor to deliver me. The practice he is a part of has a ton of great doctors and I don’t doubt that they would have done a good job…but I really love my OB. Like – really feel comfortable with him, really enjoy his presence, am like his biggest patient fans (if doctors can have fans) and recommend ALL of my friends to him. Seriously, this guy is amazing. He is a good listener, he is firm, he takes the time to get to know you, he treats your pregnancy like it is special, he smiles, shakes your hand, looks you in the eyes, apologized when things will hurt. He presents options and will never tell you to choose an option – he believes the patient should be in control of their care, he will only step in when medically necessary –I love that.
Anyway – back on topic. He was going to be in on Thursday, on call Thursday night, and post call Friday. If I went in on Thursday morning, I was guaranteed that he would deliver me. To me, that was more important than anything else – even going naturally. I like the guy that much. And ps. During the process, he proved to my mom, sister, mother in law that I wasn’t just raving about him, he really was that wonderful.
Nick and I arrived at the hospital at 7am on Thursday morning. I changed into my robe and they hooked me up to my IV. I had to be stuck 3 times to get it to work. Good thing my nurse Julie was so wonderful, otherwise I might not have tolerated being poked that much :) They started IV fluids, then Pitocin and then penicillin for group b strep (by the way, that stings when it goes in the veins). My contractions started about an hour later and were very tolerable. At around noon, my OB came in and broke my water – the contractions were no longer tolerable. I asked for an epidural. Approximately 45 minutes later, the epidural was placed and not a moment too soon. I was almost ready to throw up and my pain level was pretty bad. Nick was a champ and stayed in the room with me and let me lean into him and rubbed me to make me feel better. My sister was in the room too and did great. My parents and brother arrived just before the epidural and got to witness me go through the painful part. Nick’s mom was also present during this time.
After the epidural was placed, I put on my headphones while the medication took effect and tried to grit it out. The pain subsided and I took a nap. My OB came back around 5 or 6 and checked me. I was fully dilated and ready but he said if I didn’t feel the urge to push, I could just get some more rest and let my body do the work of moving him down to the pelvis. At 8:30pm it was time to push.
I received some instruction on pushing from my wonderful nurse (with 40 years of experience) and we were off to the races. My OB was in the room almost the whole time (what OB stays in the room…mine) and counted each push. I pushed 3 times for each contraction and had no sense of time but apparently I was pushing every 2 or so minutes because my contractions were so close together. The nurse and doctor were sure that within the hour, we would have a baby. I was pushing well, they baby was visible. More pushing, more contractions, increased pain, complete loss of time.
The doc came back from some charting and had a talk with me. The baby wasn’t coming on his own. We were both tolerating pushing fine, I was ok, the baby was ok, but with increasing pain, it was becoming obvious that the baby might not be in the right position to come on his own. I asked how long I had been pushing and someone said 3 hours. The loss of time rushed back and suddenly, I was exhausted. I asked the nurse what she thought and she said that she was surprised things hadn’t progressed more and that I was pushing better than most people do and still, nothing was happening. No one made the decision for me, but I was tired, had been pushing really well and hard for 3 hours and nothing.
I made the decision, C-section. I was ok with this. I was at peace with the outcome. Nick put on his scrubs and my sister was allowed to come in and take pictures. I was so out of it. I kept falling asleep. It took a while for the drugs to take effect and I was afraid that I would be able to feel the procedure. He was definitely down in the pelvis. The nurse had to reach in and push his head back up. When the doctor pushed on my upper abdomen to push him out, I felt the push and it scared me and I said “oh my god!” really loudly. Then I heard the baby cry, which made me cry. Then I got distracted by the fact that I could feel some pain and they put me almost all the way under. My doctor sewed me up and Nick and my sister followed the baby out to the nursery to get weighed and washed up. I later found out that my doctor hand sutured my c-section (the usually use staples because they are faster) and does this from time to time for his favorite patients (it takes a lot longer to hand suture) and I was so honored that he felt the same way about me as I did about him.
I was wheeled to recovery where they brought the baby in to be nursed. I was so out of it and tired that a nurse had to hold him to me so that he could eat. They wheeled me back to the room and the rest of the night is a blur. I was so tired, I had my vitals taken, I was totally out of it.
The next day, they got me up to go to the bathroom. Have you ever peed after having a catheter? It’s like your body forgets how to pee. You use a warm squirt bottle to try to trick your body into releasing the pee. The first time I finally peed, I felt like I camel. I have never in my life peed that much or that long.
I continued to get up and around, bond with my baby, nurse and see visitors. Having never been through a c-section, I didn’t know what a normal recovery was, but apparently, I was up and moving and everything 4x faster than most people. Yeay for having a quick recovery!
We were asked constantly what his name was. We had a list. We eliminated names like crazy the first day and were left with Jacob, Kellen, Barrett, George and Gentry. By the last day, we were down to Kellen, Barrett and Gentry. An hour before release, we were down to Kellen and Barrett. We picked Kellen. I went to write it on the paper for his social security number and just hesitated. I wrote in the middle and last name. We sat there, Barrett in his car seat ready to go home – we wrote Barrett. We knew it was the right name when the nurse said “bye Barrett!”



