Mitchell Everett: A Birth Story

Thursday I had my 39 week appointment and I was almost dilated to a 3 still 80%. We had scheduled an induction for Thursday the 3rd (5 days late) if the babe hadn't come yet. My doctor was convinced I would have him before then, but I was not. I did notice my contractions were stronger that day but not any closer together than they had been.

10:30 that night, Greg and I were watching a show after the kids went to bed and I had one contraction that was pretty strong, but I was thinking- ok this baby might come this weekend! Well then, they started coming every 3-5 min and I had to breathe through them. I started timing them for an hour and called my mom to get her prepared to come that night. Literally, 10 minutes before I started having those contractions my mom sent me a text that said something along the lines of--your dad said it's a full moon tonight, you're going to have the baby-- so that was kind of funny.

I told my mom to just wait until I timed them for an hour to be sure it wasn't a false alarm, but needless to say, my mom got in her car and was on her way and got here around 11:45. We were at the hospital by 12ish. I was in Triage for about an hour and had progressed to a 4 while at home. I walked the halls for an hour and dilated to a 5 and then got admitted. My doctor wasn't on call that night, but if I didn't have the baby by 6 in the morning she would come and deliver. So I kind of didn't want to do anything that would make me dilate so I hung out in the bed for the most part. I was a 7 by 4am and hung out on the birthing ball for about an hour and didn't change.

I was having so much back labor (like I did with Eva) so they thought maybe he was posterior. So I got into bed again and labored on my side because that helps turn the baby if it needs to be turned. You guys, it is real hard laboring on your side. Contractions hurt anyway, but have them laying down and it's excruciating. So that lasted about 4 contractions and I'd had it. so I had her come and check me and I was still a 7 but my contractions were getting so much harder.

I started talking an epidural, but before we did it, I felt my water break and I was feeling pressure. I went from a 7 to a 10 in like 5 minutes. I did the same thing with Eva--when I got to transition I was like I ok I'm done, I don't want to feel this anymore, but then right when I started talking epidural, it was time to push. Transition- you are the worst!

My doc showed up and got gowned at like 7:15 and I had Mitchell at 7:24. We did about 3 rounds of 3 pushes. Basically, during each contraction I pushed 3 times for 10 seconds each.  He was so tiny when he came out! No one thought he would weigh much more than 6, but he showed them!

His delivery was so easy compared to my other two. Completely uneventful, not a single decel the whole time, and because my water didn't break my contractions weren't as insane as they were when I had Eva--the nurse accidentally broke my water while checking me when I was an 8-- Eva likes to hold him for about 5 seconds. She loves babies, but I think because this baby takes up her momma's time, she's a little hesitant to be mushy with him. Evan, however, would hold him all day. He LOVES his baby brother. I've seriously never seen something so cute in my life. When Mitchell cries while Evan is holding him, Evan says, "I got ya Mitchell, I got ya." Evan has always been a tender hearted little guy and he's just presh right now, taking on this big brother role for the second time.

Our Mitchell, he's a keeper!