Today we are excited to have our first birth story guest post from our faithful reader, Lisa! I'll let her introduce herself and share her amazing story:
My name is Lisa, and I blog at expandng.com. I've known Eva for many years, probably since middle school, because we went to the same church as "kids". As that church expanded, Zi started attending, and I've known her since collage. Wow, time flies huh? Now that we're all "grown up", it's been wonderful seeing their business and blog grow, even as we live so many miles apart now. Thanks to Eva and Zi for letting me share my birth story on their blog today.
The birth of our son was about 2.5 years ago. I won't share all of the details originally posted here. I remember that labor was looooooong, and by "labor", I mean from the time contractions first started (10pm) to the time I saw my son (6am, two days later).
After a full night's sleep, I woke up thinking/hoping that today would be the day. Contractions became more regular in the afternoon. I remember falling asleep during show about the Autobon on TV. Did you know that European cars don't have as many cup holders as American cars? Anyways, I woke up and decided we should probably have dinner. During an episode of So You Think You Can Dance, the contractions start coming more frequently, and we get the "ok" from our OB to head to the hospital.
I think Alan and I might have had a small fight in the car on the way to the hospital. Haha. Of all the times, right? I am finally in a labor & delivery room around 10pm. The events between water breaking and seeing my baby boy were pretty blurry, you know, with the pain and all. I had a beautifully perfect, epidural-free labor planned out, and it went out the window when our sunny side up baby was not moving down the birth canal after three hours of scary pushing.
I nearly gave-up when the OB said it was time for a C-section. I was angry at myself for not being able to delivery our son the way I wanted, but I also really wanted him to be out. At 6:34am, our little baby boy was born at 7 lbs, 2 oz. I was quite emotional after having an unplanned C-section, but after 2.5 years watching our dear boy grow up, those feelings are in the past. If I had to do it all again, I would have truly prepared myself for the real possibility of a C-section. I wouldn't have let birth classes have me believing that a vaginal birth was the only way to have a child.
Thanks again for letting me guest post, Eva and Zi, and thank YOU for reading! Feel free to stop by expandng.com!