Isla Rose Patterson | 4:14 pm | 8lb 3 oz | 20.75 in
The last 4 weeks of pregnancy were easily the longest and most emotionally exhausting weeks of my 39 week pregnancy. I got this idea in my head that because every woman in my family had delivered their babies between 34-38 weeks that I would too. Because of this I had my hopes high that our girl would be ready early (as long as it was after 37 weeks of course.) I was never against induction and after hearing my doc say he predicted Isla would be nearly 9 pounds if she made it to 40 weeks, I made the decision to do a volunteer induction the day I hit 39 weeks.
SILLY me for thinking plans would be perfect through and through. One of our best family friends is a delivery nurse where we were set to deliver. Because of this, she kept me in the loop as far as how busy the hospital was. Who knew August was such a popular time to have a baby lol.. I think just about every day I asked how things were going and almost everyday she would tell me that they were so busy and full that they were having tp cancel and push volunteer inductions. I still had my hopes high.
On Aug 18, I spent the entire day being so excited to meet our girl the next day! I was so ready to wake up to that 5:30am alarm. On the morning go Aug 19 that 5am alarm went off. At 5:35am I got a call and new immediately it was the hospital. They told me they would not be able to induce me at 7am like planned and that I would just have to wait for a call all day IF they could fit me in. Lets just say I cried.. A LOT. All day long. I know it sounds dramatic.But 9 long months I had waited to meet my daughter. I sat on the couch and my pregnancy ball all day waiting and waiting for a call to head in. Around 4pm I got a call saying they would hopefully get me in around 8pm, but if not they would call as soon as something opened. Even if that meant 3am. 3pm didn’t happen. SO I prayed for a 3am call.
Well… Isla Rose has other plans. Maybe she heard me crying all day?? Who knows. But at 9pm exactly I began having slight back pain that turned in to back pain + cramping pains. At 9:30 I decided to begin timing. At 10:00pm I woke Derek up just to let him know I thought I was contracting and in early labor. As the night went on, everything continued and the pains got more intense. I walked, stretched, bounced, got in the shower and let hot water run on my back for a while. Knowing I could get an induction call at any moment, I decided to call the hospital around 12am. The nurse told me to wait it out as long as I possibly could because they had no rooms available and if I came in I would have to labor in the waiting room. At this point, the contractions were still decently easy to get through so I decided to wait it out. By 1:30am, knowing the hospital was 30 minutes away, I woke Derek up and told him I was ready to go in.
God sure has perfect timing because at 2:00am we checked in and were able to go to a triage room that had just opened up. They set me up on the monitors and checked me. I was 2cm 80% (the exact same as a week prior at my 38 week appt.) They told me to go walk for an hour and see if I dilated any further. Let’s just say 15 minutes in to walking I told Derek I had to go back to the room. I didn’t know what to do. Walking hurt, laying down hurt, sitting hurt. Once we were back in the room the pain was horrible. So bad that I began throwing up with each contraction. LUCKY ME, when they checked me I had progressed to a 3 and 90%.
Around 3:45, I told them my pain was an 8/10. Maybe I’m a big baby, but I was OVER it. Shortly after, the nurse barged in trying to get the IV in quickly so I could get my epidural before the anesthesiologist went into a C section. By 4:15am I was in a labor room with my epidural feeling SO GOOD.
Each hour I was checked to see how my progression was & each hour I had progressed a little more! My nurses were amazing about having me change positions every 30-45 minutes. I swear this is why I progressed so easily. I was so happy I didn’t end up needing any piton. At 12:15pm I was 8 cm and 100% effaced so my doctor came in to break my water. This was the wildest thing ever. He broke it and so my nurse changed the bedding. After changing the bedding, she checked me and EVEN MORE water came out than the first time lol.. SO bedding got changed again.
By 2:30 I was 10cm and 100%. My nurses and doctor decided to have me labor down for a little bit rather than wear me out pushing forever. Around 3:30 I began pushing. I fell asleep between pushes (telling y’all that epidural was money.) Isla was caught on a bone so it took me a little bit to get her passed that. The second she got unstuck, I felt tremendous pressure but not pain. I told my doctor I needed to push. 2 pushes later our girl was here.
I went into labor having no birth plan other than knowing I wanted an epidural. If I could’ve dreamed a perfect birthing experience, this would’ve been it. I’m also thanking the Lord that I had a pretty easy recovery after. I am still in total awe at what our bodies do to bring life into this world. To any nurses and doctors reading this, THANK YOU for everything you do. I had a dream team of nurses and doctors and I am beyond thankful for that.
Now if every baby is this easy, I’d say lets have 10 more!! What do ya say Derek?!
Birth Photography by the best, Mary Keen.