I can’t believe I am just now writing this post! I have been meaning to for months and I just haven’t found the time to sit down and do it. I might be 3 months late here but it’s such a good story I had to write it all down so I wouldn’t ever forget all the little details of that day. Here it goes….Quincy’s birth story.
A short back story before I get started….this pregnancy was definitely my hardest physically. The medication I took throughout my first two pregnancies (Zofran) was apparently banned and I was left to try a handful of other ‘safe’ options….none of which kicked the nausea for me. On top of that, I was still struggling (and still am) with symptoms from my POTS diagnosis a few years back. POTS is a form of dysautonomia that affects my heart and circulation, among other things that I won’t get into right now. That’s a whole story for another post which I hope to share one day. But for now, let’s just say my day to day consisted of thousands of heart palpitations and dizzy spells. I was considered a ‘high risk’ patient due to my condition, which meant lots of extra doctors visits and ultrasounds (that part I did love because I got to see little Quincy all the time!) Other than feeling the baby kick and knowing that I was forming another human inside of me, there isn’t much I love about being pregnant. This time around, I just found myself counting down the days until it was over and I could hold her in my arms.
On the morning of Wednesday August 2nd I had an appointment scheduled with my doctor. I was induced a week early with both of my other kids and delivered them in under three hours….so I kind of hoped that I would be able to get induced again with Q since that is the only birth experience I knew and it was a good one. So that morning I remember begging Erin, my doc, to induce me early again. I was 38 weeks pregnant and had been walking around at 5cm for 2 weeks (which I didn’t even know was possible) …feeling like I was carrying a bowling ball between my legs. But because the baby and I were both healthy and there was no medical need to do that, she said she didn’t want to schedule an induction until I was at least 39 weeks pregnant…which fell on that coming Saturday. Erin was heading out of town that same weekend…so basically, I needed to go into labor naturally by Friday or get induced the next week with a different doctor. We set the induction date for the next Wednesday and I went home just praying that labor would start on it’s own. That same night Cru was sick with the flu and Sam and I were both up late with him…cold rag on his forehead and puke bowl by our side. I finally got him to fall asleep on me and as I started carrying him up the stairs to bed my water broke (or so I thought!). I excitedly shouted out to Sam and we quickly threw together a bag and called my mom to come over and watch the kids while we headed to the hospital. ( I was told that morning that if my water broke, to head straight to the hospital since I was already so dilated and considering my history of quick labors). I wasn’t feeling any contractions or pain yet when we arrived, so we were both pretty calm getting checked in. Mentally, I was expecting to have a baby that night. But they ran all the tests and apparently it wasn’t my water that broke. To this day, I have no idea what fluid came out of me….they said possibly extra amniotic fluid or maybe I just majorly peed my pants (and the floor? sorry TMI). I would have sworn on my life that it was my water that broke that night but they sent me home confused, a little embarrassed and super discouraged. They said that when they were monitoring me, I was having contractions every 10 minutes, but I honestly wasn’t feeling them at all. They assured me I’d likely be back tomorrow to have the baby if the contractions continued, but to just go home and get some rest. So after a few tears and some encouragement from my husband….we got back in the car and drove home.
Thursday and Friday came and went with nothing new to report. I resorted to the fact that I would just have to wait until Wednesday to get induced and I wouldn’t get to have Erin deliver my last baby (she had delivered both of my other two so I was disappointed about that). But I woke up on Saturday morning feeling some pain that I thought could possibly be the start of labor. But after only like 4 contractions they fizzled out. Sam’s sister was in town with her family that day so we decided to meet up with them at the beach. We spent the morning there and then went home to put Cru down for his nap in the afternoon. I felt unusually tired too so I decided to lay down to rest and ended up taking a 2 hour nap! (which if you know me, you know I don’t EVER nap!) When I woke up I felt the same small contractions that I felt that morning and just hoped that they would stick this time. After 4-5 more contractions I hesitantly told Sam that labor might really be starting now. With no past experience of going into labor naturally, I didn’t really know what it felt like or what to expect, but I thought this might be it. Sam was about to head out with the kids to meet up with his sister and I told him to just wait to see if these contractions continued or not. After a couple more I decided he definitely shouldn’t leave and we called my mom to tell her what was going on. Sam and I and the kids hoped in the car and headed back to the hospital and my mom was on her way there to pick up the kids after we checked in. The whole drive to the hospital I was second guessing my decision to go so early because I really didn’t want to arrive there only to get sent home again. The hospital is only 10 minutes from our house and just as we were arriving I had one really strong contraction that wiped away any fear I had that I wasn’t in (or going into) labor. Sam dropped me off at the font and I walked in to get checked in (again) while Sam parked the car. It was 4:28pm.
A sweet nurse led me to my room and told me to change into my gown in the bathroom. Meanwhile, Sam and the kids met us in there. When I went to the bathroom I noticed I had quite a bit of blood coming out of me. I told the nurse and she told me not to worry and that she just needed to ask me a few questions and get me all checked in. But before she could finish, I had another super strong contraction that left me gripping onto the bedrail for dear life. I looked at Sam and told him to take the kids outside and meet my mom out there because I didn’t want them to see me in pain. (I could tell my little Rylee was so scared for me). As they walked out the door the nurse quickly checked me to see how far I was dilated. By the look on her face, I knew I was already 10cm. She raced across the room and quickly called in any nurses around that could help her. As she was calling for a doctor to rush in to deliver, my water broke (the real deal) and I felt Quincy’s head come down in one wildly painful contraction. The nurse (who thankfully was also a midwife!) told me to take a deep breath and with my next contraction to push. That I did and out she came. No doctor, no meds, no IV, not even wristband with my name on it! haha. Quincy was born at 4:39pm, a whole 11 minutes after we arrived! And poor Sam missed the whole thing as he was outside waiting for my mom! My little Quincy, screaming and purple, was put on my chest and that same feeling of pride and overwhelming love that I felt with my other babies, overcame me once again. 7.9 pounds of perfect. I sat there just staring at her, soaking her in, just she and I and that sweet nurse, who also had tears in her eyes. I held her there for about 10 minutes before the nurse asked if I wanted to call my husband! I smiled and said yes, and she handed me my phone. I called Sam and told him I was holding our baby girl. Of course he raced in, so confused, feeling awful that he missed it. But she was healthy, and I was healthy, so all we could do was smile and thank God for this incredible blessing and my crazy fast delivery. If I would have waited any longer, we would have definitely had one of those car birth stories you sometimes hear about. (which honestly was my worst nightmare!) But we made it, she made it. Quincy has made our family complete and are eternally thankful for her.