“The worst possible scenario is that your water breaks and you are not quite yet in labor. But that is a pretty rare occurrence in the scheme of things.” – my (amazing) OB at my 36 week appointment.
Waiting for River was such a different experience than waiting for Noah. First of all, the anticipation is a little bit less…apparent. I mean, I’m chasing around a 3 year old all day, trying to teach him manners, answer his questions (oh my) and well…I just didn’t have time to sit around and tap my foot at the little boy in my tummy. Secondly, we were so much more prepared for birthing a baby this time around. We took classes (woop woop hypnobirthing) and we hired a doula (Kylie). Altogether, we felt prepared to meet the boy whenever he decided to come, and we truly trusted that God had that plan all worked out already, so why worry?
The day I went into labor was a busy one. We had to bring Nate to work because of some car issues and so Noah and I went to the Del Mar beach park early on in the day to kill some time before my 38 week appointment at the OB. I remember sitting in the back of the car with Noah, him intertwining his fingers with mine as we listened to some music in the car and drove down the freeway in traffic to Nate’s office. Such a sweet memory with my firstborn. We played at the park for a bit and watched the trains go by (my Noah’s favorite activity). We went to have lunch and play at gramma’s house up the street around 11 am and then left to go to my OB appointment around 1:30 pm.
Nate joined us at the OB office and I did my duty of peeing in a cup (quite the accomplishment with my huge belly) and then sat down to wait for my appointment. When I stood up to head back to the room, I distinctly remember being confused that my skirt was wet…did I pee myself? No…I just did that in a cup. Hmm….I even asked Nate if I sat in some water. We both shrugged it off.
Everything was normal at the appointment and we all left the office. I didn’t feel like mentioning what had happened to the doctor, but my mind was spinning about it. It was such a little amount though! And I was probably just going crazy…I’m 38 weeks pregnant after all. Yes, my skirt was still wet…but I just felt crazy. My water was not leaking…no way. I left the office, but when I got to my car and Nate listened to me talking myself down, he convinced me to go back in and ask the doctor about it. So I did…and they said to go home and wait it out, if it was my water we will know!
Anywho…I didn’t think much of it. Afterall, I had no surges and no more leaking. I had little reason to be anxious or worried. I was feeling fine! We had an InNOut dinner at the cliffs in Carlsbad and went home for bedtime for us all. Nate and I ended up staying up way too late (as always) and I crawled into bed around 11:30 pm. I laid down, so happy to finally be in bed….when a gush of fluid had me saying out loud: “Either I just peed myself or my water just broke.” Cue laughing and worried glances between Nate and I.
Because I was GBS+, we knew that the moment my water broke, we had to get to the hospital soon after so I could be on antibiotics during the remainder of my labor. This was not an ideal scenario, however. I was definitely not in labor! This meant we had to head to the hospital and would be trying to naturally kick start labor in the most unnatural of settings…a sterile hospital room. Not only that, but because we were trying for a VBAC, I was pretty limited when it comes to helping augment labor! The stakes all of a sudden got really high and I quickly became visibly nervous – shaking and sweating. I remember Nate looking at me and saying: “Babe, you gotta calm down. If we want to do this naturally, you gotta calm down.” And he was right.
Our desires for this labor and delivery were distinct, though not rigid. We wanted a vaginal birth, if possible. We did all the prep we could possibly afford to try to get educated on how to help that be the most likely outcome. Hypnobirthing classes gave us so much peace and I’m so grateful God placed us in that class for 5 weeks. We also hired a doula, Kylie. We wanted as much help as we could get to do this thing. Although I was not “set” on a natural birth, sans medication, I did know that statistics say the more natural route was the most successful way to have a VBAC, so I was willing to try it out!
After briefly talking to our OB and Kylie, we decided it was best to head to the hospital so we could verify that my water had indeed broken (though it was pretty obvious at this point!). We called Nate’s parents to come stay with Noah and we quickly, and excitedly, packed our bags (no…my bag was not quite packed yet haha!). Nate’s dad arrived just after midnight and I quietly snuck one last hug and kiss for Noah while he slept.
We left our house around 12:30 am (now Saturday, May 13) and quietly drove down to the hospital. Not rushing, not anxious…just quiet. We listened to my labor music – Hillsong’s “Of Dirt and Grace” and held hands as we drove. I had maybe two surges in the car, nothing painful or anything. Just little waves that came and went pretty quickly. I was happy to feel those, it helped calm me down that I was indeed going into labor.
We got to Encinitas Scripps by 1 am and were checked into our room shortly after. All this time my water had also been leaking more and more. Guys…I felt like I just kept peeing myself. And I never peed myself during my pregnancies. Never! It made me laugh. I just felt like a hot mess with water dripping out of me anytime I moved…so glamorous. We did opt to get my progress checked because we kind of wanted a baseline for starting our stay…and I was barely at 1 cm (which I was not surprised by!).
I got all hooked up to my monitors (VBACs require constant fetal monitoring) and my IV of antibiotics and was advised by my OB and Kylie to just rest as much as I could. It was about 2 am at this point. I would have to get a new dose of antibiotics every 3-4 hours so rest is what I did. As I laid down to get cozy, with water leaking out of me pretty much constantly, I started having surges every 15-20 minutes. I dozed in and out of sleep and got another few doses of antibiotics. More dozing and mild contractions here and there. Altogether not much action which was a bit discouraging. It felt like my body just was not quite kicking into gear.
My OB came to check on me around 10 am or so and we all wanted to check my progress (though we knew it was unlikely to be anything significant) – sure enough I was still at 1 cm. Not great news. We chatted about some options and our game plan with Dr. Cap and asked if he would come back in the late afternoon to check me again and we could further discuss options then depending on my progress. He was so relaxed about it all, which made me so much more calm. Most mamas whose water breaks are put on a pretty strict timeline because it is not great to sit with open water for a while…especially if you are GBS+ like me. My OB, however, was happy to let us wait it out and saw no reason to push us in any direction as both me and baby were doing great and I was getting antibiotics for the GBS. And he is just the most chill doctor ever! Ha!
We asked our doula to come give us some support around 11 am. We knew having her there would help us to relax and go with the flow. She arrived and got me walking and squatting the halls, bouncing on that birth ball, and relaxing in the shower. My surges were inconsistent and weak, but we basically took on the mindset of “fake it til you make it” and around 3-4 pm, thing started to pick up! My surges were getting stronger!
I started to utilize some of the techniques I learned in class, but mostly just sat in a comfortable position as the waves came over me. Whether that was pausing during our hall walks, closing my eyes as I sat on my hospital bed or exercise ball, I tried my best to imagine those surges pushing that baby boy down into birthing position. I remember having the thought: “you are really doing this! You are in labor!” Such a surreal experience for me.
I knew I had to be progressing which was exactly what we were hoping and praying for. I was excited, but very tired…at this point we had been in the hospital for about 15 hours and I was not feeling well rested. Around 5 pm, my OB came in again and we were all anxious to know if we had any progress (side note: it was my plan to not get checked for progress at all during my labor…but that was before we were in this “worst case scenario”. It was important to us to know that I was progressing so that we could make an informed decision about having a repeat cesarean birth due to my waters being open and me being GBS+ and all).
I asked not to know the number that I was at, so I wasn’t told at the time, but I was at 4 cm. Our OB took Nate and Kylie aside and told them that I need to keep going without an epidural or any other “help” for a while longer – he truly believed that would be the most beneficial to my success in having a VBAC. They came back to my side and onward we went.
Things got a little crazy and jumbled for me at this point. My surges started to get really powerful around 6 pm. I could feel my insides stretching and tearing open as the surges pushed baby boy down. Those next few hours were blurry – talk about a time warp! All I really remember was that I could not get comfortable and I was getting more and more discouraged because I felt like I was quickly losing steam.
Around 9 or 10 pm, I decided I wanted to know where I was at. I told Nate and Kylie specifically that if I was not at 8+ cm, I wanted an epidural. I was mentally and physically exhausted and I felt like I was not getting a break. I was just kind of done feeling what was going on in my body! And I was tensing and resisting everything my body was trying to do. Kylie suggested we try a few different positions but I was just done! So I got checked, and I was at a 4/5(ish) cm – remember how I said I didn’t know that I was at 4 cm earlier? Well…Nate knew. And I knew by the look on his face when the nurse told him my lack of progress that I was not going to be pleased ha! But in some ways, I was relieved. I quickly got prepped for an epidural (which seemed to take hours haha!). And around 11 pm I had a small amount of sweet relief – for whatever reason, my epidural did not kick in right away. It took about an hour for comfortable relief…but either way, I eventually got numb enough to be able to close my eyes for about an hour. Ahhhh!
Around 12:30 am, my nurse came in and wanted to check my progress because by the look of my contractions on the monitor, she thought I was ready to push. This was kind of crazy to me because I had only been 4/5 cm a few hours ago…but she checked and sure enough, I was 10 cm and baby boy’s head was right there! So in a matter of about two hours I dilated 5 cm and baby boy dropped down into position…it seemed like the epidural was JUST what my body needed!
I did a few practice pushes with my nurse and because things were progressing quickly, they called Dr. Cap in. He arrived shortly after 1 am and I pushed for just a little while longer. What a weird experience this all was for me…I remember asking Nate to turn on some music because it was a little too quiet in my room. I also remember being so unbelievably calm about the whole process. Mind you, I really couldn’t feel much at this point and boy was I glad about that!! I was just ready to meet our son!
At 1:48 am, I got to pull my sweet boy up on my chest and Nate and I met our second baby boy, River Daniel Chesnut. He was a perfect 7 lbs, 10 oz and 20″ long. He squawked for a little bit and then settled right in on my chest. The sweet newborn smell…intoxicating. He was perfect in every way. Pudgy and squishy and so calm. Everything was so calm. The lights were low, voices were low…he came into our world in a whisper.
I did it. I had a VBAC. I look back on this experience and I am so incredibly thankful for my team (Nate, Kylie, Dr. Cap, and some wonderful nurses) who supported me and guided me gently as things unfolded in my labor. It was not exactly as I had “planned” it all, but it was exactly how I envisioned it. Quiet, peaceful, and calm. Healing. So very healing for my soul. I am so grateful.
And just like that, we became a family of four. Noah loved meeting his little brother.
We picked River’s name for a few different reasons, the main one being that we just loved the name. Noah was keen on it too! And it just fit…and my oh my does River ever fit into our family. He is a dream boat in so many ways. Many have asked and I am grateful, but I want to document it here too – my recovery and my experience with postpartum hormones this time around was night and day different than with Noah. As I mentioned in my birth story with Noah, I could feel from the very moment Noah was born that something was just “off”. Honestly, I kind of was waiting and waiting for weeks for that “off” feeling to hit with River and it just has not. Yes, mom-ing two kids is crazy, wild, and just plain hard at times. Some days I cry at how hard things are, especially in those early days with nursing and new schedules. But River has been such a gift to our family and we are just going with the flow (get it, haha…) and learning as we go. We are learning especially that babies don’t keep…and time flies at light speed as parents of two kids. I’m gonna go snuggle my babe now…thanks for reading 🙂
Here are some photos from River’s first few days with us: