Baby Claire has arrived!
What a whirlwind weekend! Since I was getting close to my due date, it was recommended I visit with all three doctors in my doctors’ group because any one of them could deliver me. On Thursday, the doctor I had never met before told me my stomach was measuring smaller than it should be and ordered an ultrasound. We went the next day and the ultrasound tech told us my doctor wanted to see us right away. When we got to his office, he told us the baby is three weeks behind growth wise, in the 2nd percentile and weighed about five pounds, two ounces.
I only weighed five pounds, nine ounces at birth and am just a small person--five feet. The doctor said that could be it or there could be a problem and we run the risk of "having a dead baby by Monday." Talk about scary! He recommended I be induced that night.
There was so much going through my mind at this point. For one, my parents were on the way driving from Florida, and the snow had just started to pick up. The last thing I wanted was them to rush and me be stressed out about them on the road. I also had switched the subgroup of doctors so I could deliver at the hospital with the labor tub.
Being induced made me no longer a candidate for using the labor tub, which was a huge bummer. I had heard pitocin makes contractions much stronger, so I was worried I'd cave and need an epidural.
Being a journalist, I’m naturally skeptical of other’s motivations, especially people I don’t really know. My husband is very much the same way, so we decided to get a second opinion from my other doctor.
She talked to two other doctors from non-affiliated hospitals and they all recommended the same thing. There was no harm getting the baby out at 38 weeks, but there could be a problem if we waited.
So we rushed home in the snow storm, and where we were the roads were awful of course. My parents had literally just got to my home from driving up from Florida. We had 15 minutes to pack and turn around and go back to the hospital. They started prepping my body that night and at six in the morning the induction began.
It was fairly tolerable at first. But after hearing my next-door neighbor’s groans, I knew it was just the beginning. Probably at about noon, the pain got pretty bad. But I hung in there, thanks to my great support staff. My husband couldn’t have been better, he’s my rock and I honestly think I got through it because of him.
On a side note, he lost his eye in a fireworks accident about six years ago. Knowing what he went through was motivation in a way. As weird as it may sound, my parents were in the room for the labor part too and they were tremendous help.
I almost caved and got the epidural, but I didn’t. It was just an hour and a half later that I was able to start pushing. It took only like three or four sets of three of pushing before my beautiful baby Claire Laren (pronounced La-Ren, like Sophia Loren) arrived at five pounds, seven ounces. A bit larger than the ultrasound showed. She’s perfectly healthy and scored a nine on her Apgar Test. We couldn’t be happier!