Dylan Ryan's birth story (rfox831)

Rfox831 · April 2014

On Tuesday, I woke up to my OBGYN office calling to schedule an induction. I was over being pregnant and decided to go ahead and schedule. She said 'how about tomorrow morning at 4:30am'! Yikes! Ok, let's do this. So I agreed, called SO and my BFF (to watch DD) and let our moms know. To occupy my day I cleaned the entire house top to bottom. Around 3 I realized I was over doing myself and stopped due to exhaustion. Picked up DD from daycare and we all went to meet a group of friends for Taco Tuesday. After dinner DD went to stay the night with my BFF. SO and I got ice cream and came home to try to get to sleep early for the long day ahead of us. I couldn't lay still and kept having the same annoying contractions I had been having for weeks. Finally around 11 I decided to shower. After that I was finally able to fall asleep.

At 2:15am, April 23, I suddenly woke up with 'stomach cramps'. I figured it was the Mexican food.. Jumped out of bed and 'peed a little'... Made it to the bathroom and sat down only to stand right back up because the pain was so intense. It took about 3 more 'painful cramps' in under 2 minutes to realize I should wake up SO. I called labor and delivery to let them know we were on the way and she told me to hold on for the on call to call me back. Umm ya right. We got in the car and headed to the hospital and I realized that I wasn't slowing peeing my pants but my water had broke! The doc called me back and said to come in, I said ya, I'm about 2 minutes away now!

We got into my room at 3:00 and I kept asking the nurse to get me an epidural or something because the pain was unreal. They had to check me first and I was at a 7 1/2. They told me they needed to get me all hooked up then check again before any pain meds could be given. I then overheard a nurse whisper that I was going too fast and would not be receiving any meds. I immediately repeated her and lost my mind. They checked me again and I was a 9.

Before I knew it my mom had arrived and they were telling me to push.

The next 20 minutes is a blur of me begging for a c-section, telling a nurse to fuck off, telling the doctor to stop fucking touching me, trying to hide that I was having a contraction (or 2) to try to have some sort of rest between pushing, and the scariest craziest noises I have ever made. A small 2nd degree tear later, at 4:15am, out came this handsome little man! 8lbs 10oz and 21 inches long.

He is perfect and big sister is beyond proud!

Thanks for reading my novel!