When my husband and I first met, I had just gotten out of a toxic relationship of 3 years. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, and neither was he, but it was almost as if the universe had called us together. We both had a bit of baggage and trust issues, and yet we were still drawn to each other. Our sweet Kane was a huge surprise. We were scared because we hadn’t been together long, but we were committed to each other; committed to our baby. There were fights and bad times, but through it all we loved each other.
The last days
On Wednesday, November 9th, at 40 weeks two days pregnant I walked in for my last prenatal appointment. My doctor checked to see if I was dilating, and thankfully I was already dilated to 3 centimeters! He made the decision to strip my membranes and schedule an induction for Monday, November 13th. The next day, I began to experience some contractions, but it wasn’t anything serious.
Friday morning, around 4:30 am, I was woken up by some pretty intense contractions. I began to monitor them on and off throughout the day, but still wasn’t really sure if I needed to go to the hospital. As a first time mom, I figured things would take awhile, so I sent my fiance to work. My mom arrived at home around 4:30pm and insisted on taking me to the hospital. My contractions were starting to come about 3 minutes apart, and we lived roughly 45 minutes from the hospital I planned to deliver at, so I figured it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to at least get checked again.
It’s time for a BABY!
By the time we arrived at the hospital, my contractions were terrible. The nurses triaged me and found that I was dilated to 5 centimeters. I was admitted for delivery! Once I was transferred to a delivery room, about 30 minutes later, the nurses checked my cervix again. My water broke while being checked, and they said I was officially dilated to an 8! The anesthesiologist came in to give me my epidural, and in hindsight I am glad it was administered when it was (partially).
My baby was connected to the monitor so that the doctor and nurses could keep an eye on his heart rate. Unfortunately, every time I had a contraction, his heart rate would drop. The nurses flipped me on my side, back and forth, until they found a position that could pick up the baby’s heart rate.
Change of plans…
At this time, I started to feel extremely ill. I was really shaky and had the worst headache. I felt really weak and my labor started to stall. I wasn’t progressing anymore, and my baby was not descending like he should. My OB came in, removed the belly monitors, and inserted an internal fetal monitor to get a more accurate reading.
The monitor showed that his heart rate was steadily dropping, so we made the decision to go in for an Emergency Cesarean Section (C-section). I was TERRIFIED. This was seriously the scariest experience of my life.
Everything happened so fast. In no time at all there were nurses bustling all around me, whisking me off to the Operating Room. They had already begun the operation when they finally let my fiance in the room with me. The medication I was given made me extremely nauseous to the point I was throwing up mid-C-Section. I was FREEZING and shaking uncontrollably.
Finally, at 9:44 pm on November 11, 2016 my sweet Kane Alexander Inman was born. He was 6 pounds, 9 ounces, and 20 1/2 inches long.
During my procedure, the doctors found that my son’s umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, which is why he was unable to descend into the birth canal. It was also the reason that his heart rate kept dropping. I am so glad that we chose the C-section because it could have cost him his life otherwise. It was a day full of mixed emotions, both the scariest and best night of my life.
Through everything, my then-fiance and I grew stronger as a couple. He has been my biggest supporter, number one motivator, my best friend, the most wonderful father to our beautiful son, Kane, and now my amazing husband.
Know better, do better.
Thinking back to that day and reflecting on everything that happened, I feel like things could have been drastically different. Now that I have embraced my crunchy side, I firmly believe that the medical intervention was ultimately what led to my emergency c-section. I was progressing perfectly fine until the epidural was practically forced on me. I honestly was not sure if I wanted an epidural or not, but my L&D nurse was extremely pushy. As a first time mom, I was very easily impressionable. After I received the epidural, my labor almost completely stopped. I believe in my heart that if I had stood my ground and denied the epidural, I would have gotten to experience my dream birth.
My dream now is to have a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean) home birth. My C-Section made me feel like I had failed as a woman. My body couldn’t do the ONE thing it was made to do. I was depressed about the whole experience for awhile, but I am finally at peace with how the events occurred.
After a lot of research, I believe that my body can do it without interventions and I WILL get my dream birth one day.
Birth story submitted by Erin Inman.
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