Lakin Leigh – The Birth Story of My Oldest Daughter

Lakin Leigh - The Birth Story of My Oldest Daughter

Lakin Leigh was born by cesarean section on July 16 at 10:55 pm after a very prolonged and non-progressing labor. She is absolutely beautiful!! She weighed 5 lbs. 14 oz. at birth and was 18 3/4 inches long. She’s my tiny perfect little fairy baby! I just got home from the hospital tonight and I am working on uploading pictures but I have to go catch up on some sleep first.

The Birth Story of My Oldest Daughter:

Just after midnight last Saturday I started having contractions that were about 2-3 minutes apart and lasting about 20-30 seconds each but they weren’t really painful, and in fact some of them were hardly noticeable. The contractions continued throughout the night and stayed consistently at 2-3 minutes apart even when I walked around and took a shower. I was pretty sure that this was “it” but I wasn’t ready to go to the hospital yet since part of me was still expecting the contractions to just quit like they have for weeks now.
They remained consistent through the entire weekend, never getting more intense but getting to be very uncomfortable. I got very little sleep on Saturday and Sunday nights because I kept waking up contracting. I had a doctor’s appointment at 9 am on Monday morning and my husband kept saying that maybe the doctor would keep me since I had been contracting all weekend. I was skeptical, based on past experience with this doctor, and was working myself into a very depressed state by Sunday night, convinced that I would just keep mildly contracting forever and never progressing. I was getting pretty upset, to be honest.
{Note that my first due date, based on my LMP, was June 30. At the anatomy scan ultrasound, my due date was changed to August 4, a difference of almost 5 weeks! So when she was born, the hospital recorded her as 37 weeks gestation, while in my mind, she was 2 weeks overdue. Based on her birth weight, the doctors were correct… but I couldn’t be convinced of that for a very long time.}
So we went in on Monday morning and my doctor did an internal. I was 4.5 cm and 75% effaced. He said, “well a little pitocin would probably help that along”, and I thought, “yay! I get a date to be induced!” Then the doctor said, “so you just head on to the hospital and I’ll call and tell them you’re coming”. I just stared at him, unbelieving that this was for real and I was going to finally have my baby.
We headed to the hospital and called our families on the way. I got there at 9:35 am, got my labor room assignment and at 10:55 am, my doctor came in and broke my water. After an hour I still had not progressed past 4.5 cm so I was started on pitocin. Every hour or so the nurses would come in and check me but my contractions weren’t getting much worse and I wasn’t dilating more, so they kept upping the dose of pitocin. The contractions were wearing me out by now because I’d had so little sleep, so I asked for some medication. The nurse brought Stadol and Phenergen. I don’t know what she did but when she started injecting that into my IV it burned so badly, I almost screamed. I think she may have injected it too quickly or too close to my arm, but it managed to bruise my vein pretty badly.
At about 4 pm the contractions started getting much more painful so I asked for an epidural. I have to say that getting the epidural was the worst part of the whole experience, mainly because the most sensitive spot on my body is the exact spot where the epi goes.
At 8 pm the pitocin dose was at the maximum and I was STILL at 4.5 cm… and the doctor said that if I didn’t make some progress within an hour he wanted to do a c-section. He said that I was having contractions that were strong enough and close enough together that I should be dilating but that the baby’s head either was too big and wasn’t engaging properly or it was positioned oddly. By now the thought of a c-section didn’t really bother me. I was tired and worried and frustrated and I just wanted my baby.
At 10 pm, I was wheeled into the OR and prepped and my epidural was turned up so that I was numb from the chest down. My husband sat by my head and held my hand. All I could feel was a weird pulling and tugging sensation, nothing bad. At 10:55 pm, exactly 12 hours from when my water was broken, Lakin Leigh was born. My husband stood up and watched as she was pulled out and she immediately started screaming. The nurse brought her to my husband to hold and I touched her face and hands as they stitched me up. My first thought when I saw her was “oh my god she is perfect”… and she is. She weighed 5 lbs. 14 oz. and was 18 3/4 inches long, a tiny little thing. She has reddish brown hair and blue eyes like I do, but she looks like the spitting image of her daddy.
I was in recovery for an hour and a half and then I was taken to my room, where I got to hold Lakie for the first time. We had a little trouble breastfeeding at first but we worked with the lactation consultant and now she nurses perfectly. Her daddy just grins from ear to ear every time he sees her, he is the proudest daddy I’ve ever seen. Every single person who has seen Lakie has commented on how pretty she is. She is very quiet and alert, watching everything, and she’s very strong, already able to hold her head up pretty well.
We were in the hospital for 4 days and came home tonight. I am told that my incision is “beautiful” and although the first couple of days were rough, I am feeling pretty good now. Very little pain but it is hard to walk much and stairs are impossible for now. My husband has taken a week off of work though so that will help a lot.
I have to say that I am just the happiest now that I have ever been in my life, happier and prouder than I thought possible. I find it nearly impossible to take my eyes off of Lakie and catch myself just watching her and smiling.
Lakin Leigh - The Birth Story of My Oldest Daughter