Haleigh's Birth Story

January 9, 2017

 

Meet Miss Haleigh Lyn Mayes! Our little bundle of joy finally arrived on Jan. 4, 2017 at 11:22 am.

She weighed 7 lbs 8 oz and was 18 1/2 in long.

 

I can hardly believe she's here! It was quite a journey... 

 

From the get go I knew my due date would be a little off, just because my periods are very irregular and I don't keep track ... sothe doctor used the sonogram to estimate the due date and it was projected to be Dec. 31, 2016. 

 

We planned around it, husband took off from work, family came to visit aaaand ... nothing. No sign of baby. I had many sleepless nights, Braxton hicks here and there but no signs of real labor. I felt so tired and disappointed - I was sure I would go off on the next person who told me how big I was or if they asked me if I was ready to have this baby. I mean, seriously! For weeks I got asked daily if I was in labor or if I had a contraction yet. 

 

I get how friends and family are so excited and mean well but it kind of got me a little antsy there for a minute. So I got to 40 weeks and I started to have mild to moderate contractions at night, lasting through the morning, until around 10-11 am and then they would stop completely. I went to my OBGYN and he gave me the dreaded "Oh, you'll know when you're in labor" speech. He also asked me if I would be open to induce at that point. His concern was for the baby to get too big and that the risk of still birth rises after week 41.

 

Now, I'm not a doctor and have no degree in medicine but I truly felt I wanted things to progress naturally, however I was getting concerned about how all this false labor was affecting the baby. The doctor scheduled me to be induced on Jan. 4th but on the morning of Jan. 3 I cancelled and had them reschedule me for the following week so I could labor naturally. He agreed but asked for me not to go past 41 weeks.

I got emails with horror stories about induction and cesarean rates. I got horror stories from mom and dad (who are doctors) about labor stalling because the baby couldn't descend having the cord wrapped around the neck and all sorts of nightmarish scenarios. I think at one point I freaked out and reached out to my sister in law for prayer because I was just so beat - I felt so stressed and I felt that the stress was stalling the progress of my labor. 

 

We had an impromptu prayer meeting at my house on Jan. 3 (I say impromptu because my husband forgot to mention to me that the prayer group would meet at our house, I thought people just wanted to come visit real quick ... happens a lot with my hubby LOL!) and right before my husband and I went walking around the neighborhood. I started to feel some mild cramps and by the end of the prayer meeting I felt like my body was doing something. That was around 6pm, by midnight I was having contractions every 5 minutes for at least 1 hour so I called the hospital. I told them my pain level was 4 and the nurse said for me to wait a little longer, to come when I couldn't talk through a contraction. And sure enough, I waited a few hours longer at home and by then I was sure these were not going to stop and they were no Braxton hicks - these were waves of pain that started at the back bone and radiated to the front. It also felt like when you pull a ligament when you switch positions on the bed but on both sides simultaneously and it takes your breath away. It builds up, peaks and goes down ... sometimes abruptly and sometimes gradually. My goodness, it was real and this was labor for sure.

 

I woke up my husband at 2:30 and asked him to take me to the hospital right away. I didn't want it to get so bad that I couldn't walk into the hospital or have the baby in the car or something, given that this was my 4th child. 
 

We showed up to the triage first and they told me I was only 3 cm along. That in order for them to consider me in labor they would observe me for an hour and I would have to progress to 4 cm at least. I about cried right there because: 1) I never had been to a triage ... I didn't feel like I had enough privacy to labor. 2) What if they sent me home? I already couldn't take the pain! I had been laboring at home standing up, on my knees, took a hot shower ... I mean, this was the end of my endurance and I wasn't even dialated enough to be considered in active labor! 3) I was scared but welcomed the pain. It was weird ... I told myself that my body was meant to do this and that the pain meant a step closer to