Boys,
I’m typing this as I’m basking in some skin to skin time with my first born son, Jack. It’s basically like tripping mushrooms and I never want this feeling to end.
26 hours ago my wife yelled “Honey!” From upstairs and I knew immediately it was go time. Her water spontaneously broke at 39 weeks plus 3 days. When I say it broke, I mean it was like the movies, my guys.
We jump into action mode and thankfully we were prepared, eventually make our way to the hospital and get checked in to confirm she hadn’t just pissed herself, which we knew she hadn’t.
Serie A Soccer was on the tv in our first exam room which was dope and a welcome distraction from my wife getting probed.
She was dilated only 1 cm and like 50% effaced. We were admitted.
We make clear that we want to try hard to do this with minimal intervention and for the first couple hours we are on a low, low dose of petocin to help gets her moving in the right direction. It was boring. We watched Big Daddy (topical and classic) and then 9 innings of baseball.
Probably about 9:30 she starts to feel contractions for the first time. By that, I mean she couldn’t ignore them. We were pausing to address them every 7 minutes or so. Not horrible but super uncomfortable.
Nurse has been very cash money the whole time. Attentive but not hovering too much. Then the clock hits 10.
We’d been ramping up picosin little by little over the course of the evening and at 10 it began to take effect. Unfortunately my wife just wasn’t dilating. Contractions continued to increase with occasion and intensity.
She was straight up not having a good time.
1 am. Nothing. 2 am. Nothing. 3 am. More nothing. 4 am. Barely any increase in dilation. My poor wife can’t speak, can’t move, can barely breathe. Finally she asked for the epidural.
45 excruciating minutes later she’s got the needle and the pain begins to subside. Unfortunately, she still just won’t dilate.
We manage to catch a little sleep now that the pain is gone but we get woken up by the on call OB and nurse a couple times to check her lack of progress.
At like 6:30 my wife’s actual OB calls for an update and when she hears the news she books it to the hospital. The baby is turned in such a way that the head is pressing the cervix all wrong and that pressure is a) preventing dilation and b) probably (according to the Dr.) causing cervical swelling which would definitely impede a vaginal delivery. So 7:30 am this morning rolls around and I’m gowned up holding my wife’s hand as she’s getting cut open so we can finally meet this little cuss she’s been toting around while dodging a virus with for all of 2020.
The C Section went quickly. Like scary quick. My wife was incredible for the whole labor but that last bit of strength during surgery was a sight to behold. She’s the strongest perso. I’ve ever encountered first hand and I’m trying hard not to be hyperbolic.
So much grit, determination and resolve. She was on a fucking mission fellas.
Anyway, Seeing my boy come around the other side of the that blanket. Hearing him cry before seeing his face. Seeing the look of relief and overwhelming exhaustion on my wife’s face was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Everyone is happy and healthy now. I’m the proudest dude in this hospital and I can’t wait to show off this kid and brag on my wife to anyone who will listen.
I’m also so stoked for all of you first timers lurking this sub. Obviously 90% of the content here are graduation posts, which I love. But I wanted to write up my experience over the last day and a half to give some insight to you dudes who don’t k ow what you’re getting into.
All our stories will be different so giving advise would be meaningless but I can say that whatever you’re expecting your graduation day to look like...throw that away and just be in the moment. The payoff is absolutely unlike anything you will ever experience.
obligitory
I’m typing this as I’m basking in some skin to skin time with my first born son, Jack. It’s basically like tripping mushrooms and I never want this feeling to end.
26 hours ago my wife yelled “Honey!” From upstairs and I knew immediately it was go time. Her water spontaneously broke at 39 weeks plus 3 days. When I say it broke, I mean it was like the movies, my guys.
We jump into action mode and thankfully we were prepared, eventually make our way to the hospital and get checked in to confirm she hadn’t just pissed herself, which we knew she hadn’t.
Serie A Soccer was on the tv in our first exam room which was dope and a welcome distraction from my wife getting probed.
She was dilated only 1 cm and like 50% effaced. We were admitted.
We make clear that we want to try hard to do this with minimal intervention and for the first couple hours we are on a low, low dose of petocin to help gets her moving in the right direction. It was boring. We watched Big Daddy (topical and classic) and then 9 innings of baseball.
Probably about 9:30 she starts to feel contractions for the first time. By that, I mean she couldn’t ignore them. We were pausing to address them every 7 minutes or so. Not horrible but super uncomfortable.
Nurse has been very cash money the whole time. Attentive but not hovering too much. Then the clock hits 10.
We’d been ramping up picosin little by little over the course of the evening and at 10 it began to take effect. Unfortunately my wife just wasn’t dilating. Contractions continued to increase with occasion and intensity.
She was straight up not having a good time.
1 am. Nothing. 2 am. Nothing. 3 am. More nothing. 4 am. Barely any increase in dilation. My poor wife can’t speak, can’t move, can barely breathe. Finally she asked for the epidural.
45 excruciating minutes later she’s got the needle and the pain begins to subside. Unfortunately, she still just won’t dilate.
We manage to catch a little sleep now that the pain is gone but we get woken up by the on call OB and nurse a couple times to check her lack of progress.
At like 6:30 my wife’s actual OB calls for an update and when she hears the news she books it to the hospital. The baby is turned in such a way that the head is pressing the cervix all wrong and that pressure is a) preventing dilation and b) probably (according to the Dr.) causing cervical swelling which would definitely impede a vaginal delivery. So 7:30 am this morning rolls around and I’m gowned up holding my wife’s hand as she’s getting cut open so we can finally meet this little cuss she’s been toting around while dodging a virus with for all of 2020.
The C Section went quickly. Like scary quick. My wife was incredible for the whole labor but that last bit of strength during surgery was a sight to behold. She’s the strongest perso. I’ve ever encountered first hand and I’m trying hard not to be hyperbolic.
So much grit, determination and resolve. She was on a fucking mission fellas.
Anyway, Seeing my boy come around the other side of the that blanket. Hearing him cry before seeing his face. Seeing the look of relief and overwhelming exhaustion on my wife’s face was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Everyone is happy and healthy now. I’m the proudest dude in this hospital and I can’t wait to show off this kid and brag on my wife to anyone who will listen.
I’m also so stoked for all of you first timers lurking this sub. Obviously 90% of the content here are graduation posts, which I love. But I wanted to write up my experience over the last day and a half to give some insight to you dudes who don’t k ow what you’re getting into.
All our stories will be different so giving advise would be meaningless but I can say that whatever you’re expecting your graduation day to look like...throw that away and just be in the moment. The payoff is absolutely unlike anything you will ever experience.
obligitory
loved this whole description and story. Congrats!! Don’t have littles yet so I guess I’ll just have to trip regular mushrooms until I’m blessed with the opportunity.