Marc’s Birth Story – I am sharing the birth story of my second child, my son Marc. (11 photos)
Marc’s Birth Story
There’s not much more personal than a birth story, here we go…
FIVE full days before my due date, in September, not October, the birth process started, whether I or we, rather, my husband Eric and I were ready or not. That was a surprise – that Marc arrived early. Everyone’s always like, “maybe he will be late.” Nope, this all proves that you can never be fully prepared and it’s much better to be like a month ahead of preparations in case a baby comes early – you can never be too prepared.
I remember it being a beautiful day, I was doing a lot of errands in the morning and I dropped my daughter off with my mother-in-law, Linda for the morning, so they could spend time together.
So, it all started in the mid afternoon., at 2:30 pm, I noticed light spotting and I immediately had flashbacks to my daughter’s birth and everything that led up to it. With her, when I noticed spotting, she was born that next evening. Intuition told me that the baby would be born soon and of course it was a weekend, when my OBGYN was closed and the midwives were on call but that’s fine, they have an answering service (I told myself, soothing my nerves).
With this pregnancy and ultimately this birth, my 2nd viable pregnancy (4th pregnancy overall), I had been of the mind, “Let’s do this!” I feel like my personality changed for the better over the duration of the pregnancy in that I grew up and grew into my own skin. It’s kinda strange that it takes being 35 and this experience to make me feel that when I have already been through a lot to say that but it just goes to show that we, as humans are always growing and changing. Being pregnant is like growing into a new person, a literal metamorphosis and a testament to the fact that life is beautiful and complex.
That same evening, my daughter had been invited to a birthday party of one of her best friends at school, so, Eric took her to the party which started at 5 pm. I didn’t want her to miss it at all and I had no idea how long my labor would take or if my contractions would subside – I mean this was all happening 5 days ahead of my due date.
While they went off to the party which started at 5pm, I rested in my bedroom while my dog, Cayli paced around nervously – she knew what was up!
I had been having light contractions weeks leading up to this point but on this day, I started to finally have regular contractions and by 5:49 pm (thanks to my iPhone notes) they were 7 1/2 minutes apart. I highly recommend a contraction timer app by the way, it’s the only way go for keeping track of the contractions…
I texted my parents because I wanted my mom to be in the delivery room and they got packed and started heading down from New Hampshire, 5 states away. I knew it was unlikely that they would make it in time but I hoped that they would.
The contractions started to get regular pretty fast, in hindsight, I should have gone to the hospital sooner but it’s just so hard to tell and I was so surprised that my contractions became regular that fast, to tell you the truth. When I had my daughter, I went to the hospital earlier, I didn’t dilate for the longest time and I sort of expected to have the same (or close to it) experience.
At 6:06 pm, I sent a text to Eric saying, this time I want painkillers, it’s ****ing painful” – That was the start of, I call it, my “crazy-talk.” Let’s talk about these contractions…they were FIERCE as I got close to delivering, I couldn’t talk when I had them, I could barely walk to the car (when Eric did come home later), and I had the urge to push in the car on the way to the hospital. It was like the pain of the contractions took my mind over. Of course, it’s better to have a natural birth but I was in so much pain, just talking about the potential to relieve that pain somehow helped me by giving me hope that it would be over at some point. I had had an epidural when I had my daughter, before they administered the epidural, they broke the water to help move things along, and I did experience some painful contractions but then I got the epidural and I didn’t feel them until the end when I pushed her out when it started to wear off. This time I got the full experience…
I called the OBGYN answering service 2 times before going to the hospital and the first time they said when the contractions are a minute and a half long and 3-4 minutes apart, then I should call to let them know I am on my way to the hospital. They said that it’s possible that the baby could come out in half the time as the first as a general guideline.
At 7:22 pm I sent Eric this message, “Come home now and drive me to the hospital.”
On the way to the hospital, I had 2-3 contractions, those were awful because I was in a moving car, I remember those well…I remember clutching the sides or frame of the car and feeling seized with pain. Pain memory is so strange, as I am writing this 5 weeks later, I know I was in the worst pain of my life but the memory fades almost immediately after giving birth (thank God).
We got to the hospital at 8 pm-ish. Eric pulled the car up to the front entrance, told my daughter that we had to bring Mommy into the hospital to have baby brother and that she needed to be calm and listen to him, he went in and got a wheelchair, got me into the wheelchair, wheeled me in and I got checked in.
When we were getting checked in, I remember the nurse or lady at the delivery reception area, saying, “why are you in that position, that’s going to hurt your back.” I think I was clutching my belly, in the chair and having a contraction, not being able to speak and thinking, “Is this lady for real? I am having a baby! Why is she saying that?!”
I was in the holding room for a very short time. They monitored my contractions and checked me and I was dilated 8 cm (and they said “bulging” apparently). I was transferred to a birthing room pretty quickly. My husband and I were both in shock and expected to have to wait for a long time for the baby to come after our first experience with our daughter’s birth. We had no idea how quickly this would go.
Keep in mind our 3 1/2 year old daughter was still with us, we were waiting for Eric’s mom or Eric’s sister to come get her. Eric’s sister did come to get her and Margo was in the birthing room almost until I gave birth. I remember looking to my left where Margo was, she was holding onto the side rail and just quietly looking at me, a little pale, very focused and her mouth was slightly agape. Looking back, I think I was instinctual holding off on giving birth until she was with one of our other relatives. These were the last moments of her, my moments with her as an only child. After she left the room, things got going.
Our midwife, Bridget, said she was going to get her galoshes on after she checked me and I was 10 cm dilated and asked Eric if he was ready for the baby. Eric replied, “What baby?” He thought she was talking about one of the other moms at the hospital not realizing how close we were. We were both in shock at how fast things were moving. They checked my dilation again, I was at 9 cm, then they checked not long later, 10 cm.
They broke my water and noticed the color of the water indicated that there was meconium (baby’s first poo) in the water. That made the staff and the midwife concerned that the baby could be in distress.
In between contractions, I asked, how many contractions until the baby would come out and she said it could be 2..
There was no time for an epidural which I had expected to have, ideally safeguarding me from the massive pain involved in childbirth – luckily, we didn’t have to wait long.
I gave birth to my son, Marc, at 9:10 pm, a little over an hour after we got to the hospital. He was 8 pound 7 ounces, an apgar score of 9 and 22 inches long. He seemed fine and was making a raspy noise due to some amniotic fluid getting into his lungs, they suctioned it out and the noise he was making went away within a matter of hours. Whew!
Here are some pictures below which were taken after he was born:
Above is the first photo taken of Marc, right after he was born by Eric.
I took the photo above from my bed, looking at Eric and Marc.
Even though I’ve had a child already, one forgets how little newborns are; they are so precious.
Marc was a good sleeper from the start. He’s been a straight-forward, easy baby all-around.
The Pelvic Split 🙁
I’m pretty smiley in these photos but little did I know that I split my pelvis when I gave birth to Marc. I found out within the week after I got home and couldn’t walk without clutching to the walls or furniture. The obgyn had me get an x-ray done and that’s what they determined. This was so unexpected and it’s kinda a rare thing to happen. I have had physical therapy and have exercises to do. Just last week, I started driving again and I have to wear a pelvic brace 24/7 to give me support. I’m sure at the 6-week postpartum ob visit they will assess me. It makes me want to exercise and be fit, now that I am limited so I am looking forward to that appointment, hopeful that it will be fused by then but it’s one of those injuries that could take a while to heal so I have to be patient and careful with myself. I do feel like this injury is a little price to pay for having a healthy baby, so I’m not upset about it, just focused on getting better.
Eric stayed the first night in the hospital with us while Eric’s mom, Linda watched Margo and the dogs at our house. My mom stayed with me the 2nd night so that Eric could stay with Margo.
When I had Margo, we didn’t get her photos done in the hospital due to timing with the doctor’s and staff and I regretted it, so this time I made sure to get them done. It’s just a nice record to keep.
Marc has gained so much weight since these photos. Baby’s lose weight in the first week after they are born and then gain after…he’s 11.6+ lbs. now 🙂
My mom and dad did arrive later that evening and met Marc the next day. My mom took the picture of Marc and I below.
My memory sometimes feels a little fuzzy when I am trying to remember everything that went on that evening, the experience was so intense and the pregnancy hormones make you forget (i.e. “mommy brain”), so if I think of anything else (like his footprint!), I will add it later.
Thank you for reading along about Marc’s birth story! ~Sara xo