Birth Story

Asher was due to be born on September 16, 2019. That day came rolling around and he was content inside snuggling my placenta (he always had his face mushed up against it; little bugger). I wasn’t having any contractions, nor had my belly dropped at all. A few days before my due date, I went to the Doctors for a routine check up, I was 1 CM dilated (YAY how exciting!). I remember my Doctor telling me that I could go into labor at anytime. I was so excited!

Well, my due date came and went. Asher had no plans on coming out. I had another Dr. appt to see where I was at, and I was only 2 CM dilated. I had tests done that day to track my Contractions and make sure Bubs (this is his nickname) was ok. I was also told I would need to be induced if bubs didn’t come out by the end of the weekend. Of course, stubborn already he did not come out. I was having contractions, but they were not consistent and were not strong enough for me to go to the hospital. So, Monday September 23 I received a phone call saying I would need to go to the hospital at 4pm the next day to be induced.

Excitement and nervousness overwhelmed me for the rest of the day and night. I did not sleep at all. The next day came, I woke up early, showered and got ready to meet my baby boy. Then sat around until 3pm waiting to go to the hospital. Finally the time came for us to pack up and head to the hospital to be induced. We got there filled out all the necessary paper work and I was taken back to a room where they would begin the process. Now I had no idea what to expect, being induced wasn’t part of my plan. I had hoped he would come out on his own, but stubborn like myself he needed a push. I was hooked up to machines to monitor my contractions as well as the baby’s heartbeat. I remember the nurse saying, “You're having contractions do you feel them?” I did not. Piece of cake I thought to myself. HA was I wrong. After getting the first treatment to my induction my mom and I took a walk around the hospital floor. I really didn’t want to move I was so exhausted, but my mom insisted, so walking we did. We made it a few laps around our floor until my feet and back started to hurt. When we got back into the room I lied back down on the bed and planned on getting some sleep; I knew it would be a long night.

I had put my sweatpants back on to walk around and was too lazy to take them back off when we got back to the room. I remember thinking to myself “man I really need to pee, I’ll get up in a few minutes to use the bathroom and take my sweats off.” I waited too long, all of a sudden, a waterfall happened. My water finally broke! I turned to my mom and told her my water broke and she said, “are you sure”. As I am standing in a pool of water I told her I was 100% sure.

Now the real fun started. A doctor came in to see how far I was and I was now 6 CM! Finally we were moved downstairs, I received an epidural, and was able to comfortably wait for my baby’s arrival. Hours passed, with only one stupid TV channel. My labor nurse was amazing, I wish I remembered her name. The Doctor came in one last time and said I was 10 CM, it’s time to push. HOLY COW! I was determined to get this baby out of me and hold him so I pushed as hard as possible.

About an hour of pushing later, my 8lbs 14 oz and 21 1\2 inches long baby boy was brought into this world, and I knew the second I saw him, my life would never be the same.