I am about to share the most personal, most amazing moment of my life. The birth of my son, Henry.
To be honest, I had never read a birth story before writing this. But after talking to some friends and hearing from so many of you, I get it now…
First, I wanted to write it all down so we have a record of it and we don’t forget anything. And I can’t wait to share with my baby boy some day.
And I’m sharing it with all of you in the hopes that it helps anyone out there who has questions or concerns going into childbirth… as believe me – I had all of them. There were so many things I learned throughout the process, so I’m hoping that reading it here might help anyone should something similar come up for you.
I spare very few personal details, so if you are squeamish or judge those for sharing TMI, just click away now. This isn’t for you.
If you are expecting and wondering about your own delivery and don’t make it through reading all of this, I understand – but just know… you will get through it. It’s 1-2 days of your life. Trust the doctors. They are superheroes. Seriously do not stress about a birth plan. Added stress is the last thing delivery day needs. Focus on yours and the baby’s health. Everything will turn out.
Without further ado…
It all began at 1:30am on Tuesday, May 8.
1:30 am: It’s happening.
Dan and I went to bed around 11:30pm Monday night. We had retrained the dogs to sleep on the floor at night, but Tucker kept jumping up to be by me no matter how many times we sent him back down – he definitely knew something was up. It was really sweet, so eventually I just let him cuddle with me…
Right around 1:30am, I woke up feeling strong pressure in my lower back and near my bum… I got out of bed and went into the bathroom at which point we’re fairly certain my water broke and let’s just say… there were clear signs labor was imminent. I had heard, however, that said event can happen a week or more in advance of actual labor though so I wasn’t convinced this was labor… after 5-10 minutes, Danny woke up to check on me and I told him what was going on. At this point, I started getting menstrual type cramps on and off which alternated with the pain in my lower back.
Everything I read about how contractions felt described them as “a wave starting at the top of your abdomen and rolling down to your pelvis with your whole stomach hardening.” I didn’t experience this at all. Just menstrual cramps and a feeling like I had to use the bathroom. Fun.
Dan, however, was convinced I was in labor. Me? I wasn’t so sure. After all, everyone had been telling me I’d definitely be going late since I was carrying the baby so high. This was basically two weeks early from my May 20th due date.
I put a call into the on-call doctor and hopped in the shower to relax knowing it would take 5-20 minutes to get a call back. Once she called and I described what was happening, she said “Alrighty I’m putting your name down, head on in. We’ll see you soon.” “Oh – so I’m in labor?” “It sure sounds like it! We’ll see you soon.”
Ah. It was happening. Dan teared up. I was still just trying to process…
We weren’t in a crazy rush because my funny “contractions” were super irregular but I thought quite close together… maybe 3-6 minutes on and off. We threw the last few things in our hospital bags, which had been packed thank goodness (of course I forgot to pack any of the joggers ya’ll had suggested I get). And we left the good camera at home that I had hoped to use to take pics of him in the hospital. Aw well. We got the dogs quasi-situated (we had no one lined up to come get them or watch them or let them out but we were going to figure that out once the world started waking up) and set off in the dark en route to the hospital around 2:15am.
The drive to the hospital was so peaceful.
The city looked so beautiful all lit up at night, not a single car on the road but us. We both felt good and excited. As we were driving along the river downtown (which is absolutely beautiful at night), the song Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur came on… at this point I started crying.
If you don’t know the song, it’s a love song about the night he met who would be his wife, and what he saw for their life together… including the kids they’d have. The poignant lyrics are what really got to me in that moment as it reminded me of the night Dan and I met… which yes, was in a dark bar and we danced the night away, and our future together…
I met you in the dark, you lit me up
You made me feel as though I was enough
We danced the night away, we drank too much
I knew I loved you then
But you’d never know
‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go
I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed
I’ll bring you coffee
With a kiss on your head
And I’ll take the kids to school
Wave them goodbye
And I’ll thank my lucky stars for that night
We just looked at each other, and Dan grabbed my hand, and again both started crying.
Our baby boy was going to be born today.
2:30am: Arrive at the Hospital and Triage
We pulled up to the hospital parking garage close to 2:30am… we had skipped taking a hospital tour since we kinda figured we know where the entrance is, they’ll direct us where we need to be when the time comes. Easy enough.
During our 2-hr cliffs notes birthing class, they said moms usually have plenty of time to park and walk in on their own without being dropped off at the door, so we did that. I was feeling great! Excited! Contractions were tolerable. Who hasn’t had menstrual cramps before?! I could walk across the street, both of us laughing and excited. I think at this point Dan was more nervous than me.
Dan grabbed all of our bags and we headed into triage at Prentice Women’s Hospital – part of Northwestern. We checked in and waited for 10-15 minutes before being taken into a triage room.
We were told by a nurse that all of the labor and delivery rooms were full – “it was a busy night for babies!” – and that we had to wait in triage until one opened up… they’d let us know when that would be. Surprise #1. I genuinely didn’t realize they could run out of labor and delivery rooms. That thought had never crossed my mind. Either way, no big deal, I assumed thirty minutes or so and we’d be good to go.
The triage room was… exactly how it sounds. Very small. No real bed, just a gurney. Bright fluorescent lights. Not a super comfortable or calming environment. But ya know – what’s 30 minutes?
Ohhh how wrong my assumption was.
I labored in that room, unmedicated, for the next six hours… contractions getting worse and worse.
If you recall, I entered the hospital super upbeat and excited. But hour after hour passed. I started getting more and more exhausted from lack of sleep. My contractions were getting stronger. Oh and it took three nurses to “find/reach my cervix” to see how far I was dilated. THREE. Apparently it’s really high up…? Something I didn’t even know before that night and had never heard from any doctors before. Anyone who has had their cervix checked knows this isn’t the most comfortable experience.
And after three nurses checked, we got our answer.
0.
My water had mysteriously broke, I was having contractions, yet I was 0 centimeters dilated.
Yet the contractions kept coming… I basically sat on a bouncing ball, leaning back against Dan’s legs for some comfort, and watched Friends for hours… even chatted with some of my coworkers once they started signing online around 7am…
8:30 am: Laboring and the Epidural
I didn’t even know how much time had passed. Eventually, they came and said a room was open – it was time to go upstairs. Hallelujah! I got happy again.
I was also freezing. And I’m never cold.
The gentleman who wheeled me up to the labor and delivery room was so funny… he saw our 3 overstuffed bags Dan was lugging and said, “so – first baby?” Hah we all laughed. We were clearly amateurs who overpacked.
Also this is what I look like when I’m really tired… #flawless. (Also you can see the room we’d just spent 6 hours in right behind me.)
There was a newborn giraffe machine to lay the baby in just sitting there with a little hat and blanket ready to go, and the sight of that just filled my heart with joy x10000.
At this point, I also learned my favorite doctor in the practice was coming on her shift and I was SO excited. Contractions were definitely getting worse, but our setting was much more comfortable, and I was terrified of the epidural… so I was trying to hold out for a bit. I think I made it another hour or so before giving in and saying ok… it’s time.
I was scared of the epidural for two reasons: something going wrong. And the fact that I would no longer be able to get up… what if I had to go to the bathroom?
Good news is – the epidural is HEAVEN ON EARTH. For starters, it is NOT just a giant needle that goes into your spine and administers drugs and that’s it. That is a spinal, which only lasts a couple of hours, and is used in emergency c-sections when they don’t have time to administer an epidural.
An epidural, on the other hand, is a catheter into the epidural space of your spine. I did NOT know this before our birthing class. Crazy. So essentially, you feel a TINY prick of a small needle numbing the area. And after that you feel nothing. It’s awkward having to sit upright for 15 minutes or so while they administer it – and no offense to medical residents – but I didn’t looove having a resident (still in training) do it, granted it was overseen by the head anesthesiologist, of course. So it was more a mind game than anything else… but the nurse held my hands and arms and kept talking to me to distract me as it was happening – overhearing them discuss what they were doing was the worst part. You literally feel nothing.
Dan had to leave the room during the epidural as they require a sterile space for the procedure… I know it’s not the case at all hospitals.
When he left the room for me to get it I was crying because I was scared. And when he came back in 15 minutes later, I was laughing and on cloud nine. Pain-free. BLISS.
Epidurals are heaven.
The timeline of the next several hours is fuzzy… the following happened:
– once you get the epidural, you’re stuck in bed. This means a catheter is put in and you go on a liquid diet. No food. So as the hours wore on, I became increasingly exhausted and so so hungry. I don’t do well without sleep and food. Which really affected me as we went into nighttime. So all I ate in roughly 40 hours were some grape popsicles and hot broth. I really wish I had asked for it sooner. Anyone who knows me knows I do not do well without sleep and food… :/
– somewhere around this time, my mom came. And Dan’s parents came a bit later. I had asked all of our parents to come when we went to the hospital… I just really liked the idea of having family there waiting and ready to meet the baby. Blame all the Friends I watch. My mom stayed in the labor/delivery room with Dan and me for most of the remaining time. Dan’s folks went and walked around and kept checking back in.
– speaking of Friends, we watched a lot of Friends.
– thank the heavens for Dan’s good friend Aaron who came to the rescue – and went crazy out of his way – to take care of our dogs for the day which meant he had to come by and get the keys to our place… he showed up with a bunch of random, funny goodies for us and just lifted everyone’s spirits. For example, that tiny hand you see was “so Henry doesn’t feel like he’s only surrounded by giants when he comes out.” lol Why he owned that is beyond me… note I could not eat a single thing he brought, not even the gum is allowed – all the sweets were for Danny,
– I learned from my doctor that because my water had broken, the risk for infection was highly increased so she’d have to really space out the number of times she checked my cervix for dilation
– they started me on Pitocin to increase contractions and get dilating going
Within the first couple of hours post epidural and starting Pitocin, I went from 0-4cm. The doctor said amazing – it was going to be a fast, easy process!
When she came back to check a few hours later… still at 4. Increase Pitocin.
When she came back to check a few hours later… still at 4. Increase Pitocin and insert something internal to measure contractions (none of which I could feel).
They saw contractions were regular and STRONG. Yet nothing was happening.
At this point, the right side of my lower back started hurting a bit again. Not horribly… but I shouldn’t have felt any pain with the epidural, so they had to up my epidural medication.
As we get into the evening, I am REALLY starting to feel out of it, almost light-headed. I think this was exhaustion and hunger wearing on me. They got me some hot broth and that helped. But the thought of pushing was seeming impossible at this point. I knew pushing could take hours and I didn’t know where that energy was going to come from… around 7-8pm, we opted for one last ditch effort.
They had me lay on my side with a peanut medicine ball between my legs because apparently that could get the baby to drop and increasing the odds of dilating. They also tried an hour with the bed in a crazy position that I can’t even explain but basically had me squatting but laying in bed… I didn’t know the beds could transform like that but it did!
Doctor came back to check again around 9/9:30. Nothing worked. Still a 4cm. She said she didn’t want me to have to do this all night… which I think was really her reading my [lack of] energy… I whole-heartedly agreed to just move to c-section. I never felt particularly strongly either way about a vaginal birth or c section. Everyone in my family ended up needing c sections for one reason or another so I was perfectly fine with the idea. I always said my birth plan was to get the baby out of me while keeping both of us safe and healthy.
So it was decided. I’d be going to c-section. They spread the news to all the necessary hospital staff and got me prepped for surgery. I think I cried somewhere in the mix at this point… again probably from exhaustion.
9:30 pm: Surgery
I was taken into the room first before Dan could come in… they had to prep me and the anesthesiologist had to make sure I was good and numb. After a few minutes, Dan was brought in and he sat just over my left shoulder, talking to me the whole time.
A few things about the c-section that surprised me:
– You lay with your arms stretched out at your sides. They don’t tie them down or anything – they’re just straight out at your sides. This doesn’t sound like a big deal… but doing it for 40+ minutes… it’s not comfortable. Your arms hurt.
–You shake. Like teeth chattering, arms slightly convulsing shake. I guess not everyone experiences this but a lot of people do. And it was, for me, the worst part about the experience. It was such an uncomfortable feeling. Dan actually thought my arms were tied down because of it… I said, no, I just had to hold them down while they convulsed. Whaaat.
– The sheet they hang to keep your face and the surgery separate was basically draping on my face. Like sometimes literally on my face… not a few inches down like the lady in the photo above. This was also surprisingly uncomfortable.
– You really really don’t feel anything. A bit of pressure – like someone pushing on parts of your stomach? But seriously – no pain. Again, the shaking was the worst.
Once it got started, ALL I could think about as I laid there was waiting to hear his cries. ALL of my focus was on that because I was so uncomfortable. And Dan was there talking to me and telling me how great I was doing and how strong I was and just trying to keep my calm – he was wonderful… but I was so distracted by my teeth chattering that all my focus was on waiting for those cries so I knew he was out and safe and breathing and healthy. It takes about 15 minutes or so to get him out (at least, I think?). I do remember Disney music was playing… and thinking I should be appreciating this more since I love Disney music.
Eventually… we heard it. That sweet sweet perfect cry.
10:12pm. 20 hours of labor and one surgery later. He was here. My boy was here.
“Happy birthday!!” the doctors shouted.
It was such a rush and a high and they said “oh look at him!” and I looked to my left… but they had him on my right. I turned my head… and there he was.
I can cry just thinking about it. They were holding him up and he was so tiny and crying and he was here. Wow. There he was. My son. This little boy we had talked about and planned for and dreamed up a future with… was here.
They quickly did his APGAR test which he passed with flying colors. Weighed him… 6lbs 8oz, 19 in. Totally healthy. “Strong grip!” the nurse said. He basically stopped crying right away. Cool as a cucumber – just like his dad – right out of the womb.
Then they cleaned him up and brought him over… offered for me to hold him but I was LITERALLY shaking and there was a sheet in my face, the task seemed impossible and dangerous and scary… “how can I hold him if I’m shaking?!” I was terrified I’d drop him! So they handed him to Dan who did skin to skin right there next to me… but again, Dan was behind me and I had to crank my neck back to try and seem them, which hurt after a while, especially combined with the shaking.
Dan just kept saying how perfect he was… how handsome and calm and how he was looking around and it was amazing and he couldn’t believe he was here.
So at this point I think, ok, let’s get this over with so I can hold him and see him properly!
But the stitching up and putting me back together took… what felt like forever. Dan said it was all over quickly. I disagreed. I was exhausted, shaking, neck hurting, eager to hold my tiny babe… and had no sense of how long it would be. It was probably another 30+ minutes laying there. It felt like hours.
EVENTUALLY we were done.
They had to lift my totally numb, dead-weight body onto a gurney, then, even though I was hesitant because, yes… I was still shaking, they placed by baby boy in my arms against my chest. I could not believe it. I can’t even explain how surreal it was. He was here. Who was he? Who did he look like? Do I know how to be a parent? Who was this tiny little human? How did he go from being in me to being here? How did I grow him? THIS is who had been kicking me and squirming around in me the past several months.
And love. Oh my gosh did I love him instantly. Despite all the confusing questions and surrealness of it… he was mine and I knew I was going to love him so so hard for the rest of our lives… I just held him close to me and he nuzzled in. We were instantly best friends. He needed me. And I needed him.
12:00am Recovery
They wheeled us into the recovery room where I’d have to spend the next two hours. So this… actually… was the worst part of it all for me, mainly because of anxiety. Combined with the best part of it all… here’s what happened.
The Bad:
My body temperature was sky rocketing… at least it felt that way. I was SO hot. And hadn’t drank in several hours so I was dying for water or ice chips.
I was also still shaking a lot. Then, as my blood pressure was being checked, we heard a small bang and the nurse let out an “oh my god.” I looked over and saw she had accidentally dropped my dead weight leg against the metal side of the gurney… at this point, I realized just how numb I was – something I had never experienced before (this was my first surgery) and my anxiety set in… “oh my god. I’m not paralyzed, am I?” and she was like “Oh my gosh, I’m so so sorry. No, of course not. You can wiggle your toes!” To which I replied… “No I can’t.” “You can’t?” And we both looked at my toes… nothing. No wiggles.
Anxiety increases tenfold. She continued, “I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll call the anesthesiologist just so he knows your worried and can explain it all to you but really, I’m sure you’re fine.”
Body temperature increases… blood pressure increases. All I want to do is enjoy my baby boy but I’m in full on worry mode coupled with extreme exhaustion and thirst.
Basically anesthesiologist comes in, tests my knee cap thing for reflex, which works perfectly… he said it was taking a while for it all to wear off. And Dan and I will never forget this because it was so funny… the nurse said once the doctor left, “I think you just got like… a really good epidural.”
I spent the remainder of the time we were in there anxiously awaiting for some sign that feeling was coming back to my toes. Eventually, I could twitch the left one. And eventually the right. It was all going to be ok. Thank goodness.
The Wonderful:
Skin to skin truly is wonderful… and Henry latched IMMEDIATELY. And I know it does not come easy for most, so this was not lost on me how lucky we both were. Breastfeeding felt… crazy natural and shockingly easy and didn’t hurt (yet). I’m telling you, this teeny tiny baby boy needed me and knew exactly what to do and knew I was his person. That feeling was magic.
Dan went to get our parents who had been in the waiting room… it was now almost 1am. Sadly only one could come in at a time and stay for just a few minutes. He brought my mom in first… then his mom then his dad. They all got to hold their new grandson, while I think I laid there and snacked on ice chips the nurse had finally snuck me.
It was such a magical moment… once they all left, I was just so eager to get back to our room and get some sleep. I felt… awful. And that felt awful. I wanted to feel amazing for my baby boy. Oh what’s that? Mom guilt instinctively kicking in immediately. Yes.
We eventually made it back to our room. This was all a bit of a daze for me… I was delirious from being so tired… basically going on 2 hours of sleep in almost 48 hours. I know women who labor 30+ hours, do all natural births, and one of my best friends pushed for 6 only to deliver an almost 11-lb baby so sure – I might be a big weenie. But damn was I tired.
We got to the room – again it was a whole process getting me into the bed from surgery – and the nurses asked if I wanted to breastfeed again. I started crying from guilt… I was so tired. I needed to sleep. And I felt so so horrible and guilty saying that to them. I thought the nurses would think I was a horrible mother and go back and tell all the other nurses and secretly judge me forever. I felt like I didn’t even have the energy to try.
They had formula on hand, so yes – our son’s second meal on earth was formula, bottle fed to him by his beaming father as his mom drifted into a mini coma of sleep that I think lasted about 1-2 hours. It was glorious. Dan fed Henry and stayed awake looking over him, too scared he might stop breathing.
Eventually the nurses came back in and took him to the nursery so we could both get a couple hours of sleep…
They brought Henry back in as the sun was rising. He needed to eat again, and Dan and I were “rested” and ready.
We were parents.
RECOVERING…
Dan and I spent the next four days at the hospital and it was amaaazing. Each day got easier and easier, I healed more and more, and our confidence as parents to this tiny nugget increased tenfold. I honestly don’t know how I would have felt had we been discharged on day two like they do with vaginal births. Bonus: the room service three times a day was pretty awesome, as well, as our view of Lake Michigan.
The hot shower I got to take on day two was the greatest shower I’ve ever had in my life.
I will do a whole other post on recovering from a c-section that includes the time at the hospital and the first few weeks at home.
In the mean time, here are some photos from the professional photographer that comes around at the hospital. We took these on day two.
I tried to be as thorough and honest as possible… please let me know if you have any questions or are curious about c-sections, delivering at Prentice, or anything else! I hope you enjoyed hearing about what was seriously the best, most amazing moment of our lives.
Thank you for being a part of this journey with me these past ten months.
Much gratitude,
Alaina
This was so beautiful! Thank you for sharing. All my love to you, Dan and Henry!
Beautiful! You did great – he sounds like a wonderful baby!
Thank you for sharing this. I cried reading all of it and am so happy for you!
Thank you for sharing Alaina. I always find birth stories so interesting, I had Pitocin as well and had an epidural after about 9 hours – though I was very foul-mouthed while waiting for it to happen ( seriously being told to ‘stay still’ while having intense contractions did not go down well!!) but I was happy and chilled once it kicked in.
So glad you had a positive experience and both you and Henry were well.
oh my gosh, i could not have read a more parallel story! 36 hours of labor and an unplanned c-section, i feel ya girl. the exhaustion is REAL! [i also feel ya on the mom guilt, what’s with that?! we are allowed to need to rest, right?!]
what a beautiful story – your love for your family shines through on the web, so i can’t imagine how beautiful it is in real life. enjoy your babe; can’t wait to keep reading your journeys through working mom-hood! 🙂
The most beautiful, well written, honest birth story I’ve ever read. Congratulations to you and your precious family. I’ve enjoyed following the journey. All the best wishes to you and yours.
This is beautiful. So real and full of emotion. Thank you for sharing! When I had my c section (after laboring too) with my twins I shook horribly too. It was awful but then finally holding my babies was pure bliss! Congrats!
Alaina – I’m not usually one to comment, but this was SO BEAUTIFUL, and I am bawling. Thank you, thank you for sharing this. My husband and I are trying to get pregnant and this just melts all my worries away. You are already such an amazing mother, and you truly do look #flawless in each photo – both you and little Henry. All the congratulations to you and Dan – I truly wish the best for your little family! xo.
Thanks for sharing!! I would live to have babies someday but I am truly scared of the whole birth sitiation. Your experience and you telling us about it makes me feel more at ease, like, it is still hard an exhausting, but it is not so overwhelming anymore. You have made me feel much more chill about it! Thanks again!
First of all, you are truly a rockstar!
I’ve been through two c-sections, both surrounding extremely high risk pregnancies and births, but both so completely different. No matter how your baby arrived, the two of you are safe and healthy. I loved reading that’s Dan teared up when you got off of the phone with the on-call doctor.
You have a beautiful family, and I loved reading this story.
Ah Birth Stories are the best. Things never go as expected. That’s usually the common thread!
thanks for sharing! he is the cutest! I am 15 w pregnant and terrified lol! hope everthing goes well!
Beautiful story!!! Those first moments when you meet for the first time…magic!
Congratulations!!
This was absolutely amazing to read! Thank you so much for your honesty and for sharing such a special moment with all of us. You totes gave me the confidence I need to get through delivery myself!
the second c-section birth is 1000 times easier than the first! And since they give a spinal, you get warm. I was shaking from
The cold too my first time around! So glad you had such a good experience! Baby boys are so amazing!
I loved reading this! That song made me tear up…and then I might’ve teared up a couple times after that too. Haha! Ahh this makes me excited and scared for future pregnancy. I Thanks for sharing your beautiful family & story.
Beautiful ❤️ Made me cry as I remembered my sons birth – 23 very quick years ago!
Bless you & enjoy every moment
Beautifully written. Reminded me a lot of my experience almost nine months ago. Thank you for keeping it real. Much love!
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful, personal and touching moment in your life.
For a mom-to-be your words are both inspiring and comforting.
Thank you!
Beautiful Alaina! I gave birth to my first daughter on February 26th. I’m reading you while pumping at 7am. You made me cry beacause you reminded me how beautiful and scary the whole experince was, even though my story is totally different. It is amazing what our bodies can do, how much pain we can take. Beautiful writing Alaina, thanks for sharing!
This is literally my same birth story at Prentice! Busiest day, spent hours in triage, all leading up to a c section where your arms are splayed out for way too long lol. Good job mama!!
Alaina, thanks for sharing your beautiful story. Your love for Henry and Dan really shines through. I am about 3 weeks from my due date, and feeling a little nervous and your story was reassuring and lovely to read. It’s been nice being on this journey with you. All the best to your little family! <3
Thank you for sharing. I think women should be more honest about how terrible you feel after giving birth. I pushed for 5 hours to bring my son into the world. He literally tore me a new one. I felt like I was hit by a bus. A bus that was going 450mph. There’s no shame in being tired. It’s an ordeal to say the least. But he’s here! And you did it! You’re a strong lady!
Thank you so much for sharing. How amazing! I really appreciate all the detail. It gives me more of an idea of what it’s really like.
Beautiful ???? congrats!! Thank you for sharing.
oh Alaina — I don’t know you at all, just that you are a beautiful woman with great style whose blog I read, while I am a childless (by choice) , completely styleless, nearly-50-year-old woman from Oklahoma living in France — and I am just crying with joy for you and Dan and Henry and your folks. Your story is so beautiful and your honesty and courage and compassion shine through. I am so happy for you guys and happy that baby Henry is perfect and that you had such a great medical team — and husband– taking care of you. I know you’re going to be wonderful wonderful parents and Henry is going to be a great guy!!! So glad you are all thriving (and re your mention on IG Stories — no apologies necessary for showing us and telling us about Henry, and your road with him together!!)
Congratulations and all best for a wonderful life with your boy.
What a story – what an experience! Congratulations on a beautiful healthy baby.
I also wanted to comment to tell you that our son, now six months old, had formula from a bottle in the hospital on day three, and I’m so glad the nurses made that decision for us. (He was kept an extra day and I had been discharged; my husband and I went home to get a little sleep.) He was able to switch back and forth between bottle and breast really easily, which meant that my husband could do one of the night feedings and I could sleep, and I didn’t have so much pressure to build up a supply of pumped milk immediately. Every baby’s different, but being able to do both formula and breast made the fourth trimester so much easier for us!
Thank you so much for sharing this! I love how honest and real you are. As someone who is not a mom, but is hoping to be one in the next couple years, I’ve been seeking out genuine stories about giving birth and motherhood. Thanks again for sharing your story – it’s helping women like me become more comfortable with the idea of being a mom 🙂
So touching and beautiful, you definitely had me in tears! Thank you for sharing!!!