This is a very long story. To summarize, it was difficult, painful and resulted in an emergency C-Section. Not at all what we had planned but worth every minute of exhaustion now. We tried to remember every detail, so that’s why it is so lengthly.
My water broke at 12:04 am on Wednesday morning. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions for months, but no “real” contractions prior to that. I decided to take a shower, straighten up the house, and let Duke out before we left for the hospital. I ate a banana that I would later soon regret eating. I should have learned my lesson after the embryo transfer when I threw one up all over myself as we were entering the base.
Our friend Michelle, the ultrasonographer from Elle Medi, had told us to call her any time day or night when labor began so she met us at 1:45 am. She was so excited. We were nervous!
They hooked me up to the heartrate and contraction monitors and checked me. I was 1 cm dilated. We had a long way to go. I started having regular contractions and leaking more amniotic fluid. Hours went by (no pain meds) and when they checked me at 6 am I was only at 2 cm. They told me I had to get to 3 before the epidural and they put me on oxytocin. This strengthened the contractions, but didn’t help with dilation at all.
When they checked me at 8 am I was barely 2.0 cm. They noticed that whenever I had contractions that his heart rate dropped really badly. His recovery time at that point was good though, so they were going to just keep an eye on it.
This may be stating the obvious, but contractions hurt! I just kept telling myself that no matter what, we would be having a baby that day.
By noon and only dilating to 3 cm, the Dr. consulted with Ryan and decided that because of the rapid decrease of his heart rate and the slower recovery time that a C-Section was necessary. We had previously discussed NOT wanting one, but at that point, it was absolutely necessary for his health. Ryan was amazing. I could tell how stressed he was, but he had a calming affect on me. He massaged my back, helped me take deep breaths and asked that they give me oxygen when I was having problems breathing.
Off to the emergency C-Section…
They put me completely out of it for the surgery which is probably best considering how Cormac was at birth. Ryan was in the room with me for the C-Section and I had always said on the day of delivery, I want Ryan to be a husband and a father, not the Dr… Well, Dr. Cho was great with involving Ryan throughout the pregnancy and asking his opinions along the way. Most Korean men don’t even go to appointments with their wives and lack any involvement overall. Dr. Cho respected Ryan from the beginning and it was reassuring to have them speak “medical speak” at least through this ordeal…
SO, back to delivering. When Cormac was born Ryan said that he was the bluest baby he has ever seen. Ryan has delivered over 150 babies, so this was terrifying for him. Apparently Cormac wasn’t reviving fast enough so Ryan had to jump in, demanding the stethoscope from the anesthesiologist and getting Cormac to breathe! Cormac is completely fine now and gained color quickly once he started to.
He scored a 7 on his one minute Apgar and a 9 on his 5 minute one, but Ryan thinks these were probably generously miscalculated.
I was wheeled in to recovery and of course woke up completely out of it from all of the drugs. I was freezing and starving and my mouth was so dry. I couldn’t drink water, but Ryan got a paper towel and dipped it in ice water and gave me little droplets of it. They were the most refreshing drops of water I had ever had!
Ryan got to hold him very briefly, but I didn’t even get to see him until 8 pm on Weds. night. They held him up to the nursery glass and I got to finally see our little boy! He was precious! A little puffy, had the gunk in his eyes, etc… But they had given him a bath and he was gorgeous. I thought he looked a lot like me, but I couldn’t really tell.
I spent Thursday recovering while Cormac was in the nursery. Ryan slept on the floor. It was very uncomfortable for him and we decided that if the Dr. approved it we would go home on Friday. The Pediatrician and Dr. Cho checked me and Cormac out and all looked well.
We finally got to try to nurse and hold the baby around 2 on Thursday! My milk wasn’t in yet, but it was amazing to finally get to hold our little miracle. We were amazed! It helped take away the pain and was reassuring to us that everything was going to be okay.
They didn’t let me eat anything all day Thursday. I was able to get up and shower and walk around, albeit very cautiously. Most Korean women don’t get out of bed for 48 hours and are recommend at least a 6 day stay. Most women stay for a month to recover!
We desperately wanted him in the room with us so we made plans for getting him after dinner.
Dinner consisted of porridge (similar to Cream of Wheat) and Seaweed soup, a specialty of Korea. Apparently it “solves all of the world’s problems” because they insisted that I eat it. In all seriousness, it’s not that bad and it is supposed to help with milk production, fluid retention and weight loss. I held my breath and chugged it down. Meanwhile Ryan was eating a smorgasbord of delicious Korean food right in front of me! The audacity!
Thursday night was great having him in the room with us. Except for around midnight he woke us up coughing and sounding like he was choking a bit, so we sprang to our feet and took care of him. It was like we were the pit crew at a NASCAR race. As we were changing his meconium filled diaper the tab on it broke off, he spit up a little more, I turned his head to the side all the while, grasping on to his diaper so it wouldn’t go everywhere! After we were done, Ryan and I high-fived each other! Job well done. (We actually felt and still feel very clueless when it comes to most things. We still haven’t quite gotten down the “changing a boy” thing and have been peed on several times, including the wall, his changing pad and all over Cormac. He peed on his own face. Poor guy!)
Friday morning started off with the same breakfast that I had for dinner and the decision to go home to recover rather than stay at the hospital any longer. They were taking great care of us, but Ryan sleeping on the floor and the uncomfortable bed I was sleeping in sealed the deal. We figured even if we only got one hour of sleep when we got home, at least it would be “good sleep”. Plus we missed Duke desperately. There were several people taking care of him, but we knew he would be in for enough changed when we arrived home, so we better get to him sooner rather than later.
We drove home Friday in the rain. Ryan was very cautious and of course I sat in the back seat watching every breath that Cormac took. It was great to be home with our little miracle son! Duke was also very happy to see us. We ordered Duffy’s pizza and marveled at our little man. People came over on Saturday and every day of the week bringing us meals and changing and holding him. People on base have been so generous and helpful!
That’s the birth story, and we haven’t slept since…
Please excuse any typos. It’s 5 am right now when I am uploading it!