Okay, it's been a long time in coming, but I've finally found the time to sit down and write Benjamin's birth story.
Once upon a time.....
Just kidding, it wasn't quite that romantic of a story! As a matter of fact, nothing quite went as planned.
4:30 am - I went into labor, one day before my due date. The beginning stages were very mild, so mild I wasn't exactly sure if it was the real thing.
5:30 am - I woke Matthew up and informed him that today was the day! We talked and chatted and had trouble falling back asleep, but we eventually did.
7:00 - We called my family to let them know. It was my parents anniversary, so they were excited that baby Dickerson would probably arrive on their special day! We also called the midwife just to give her a heads up.
8:30 - The contractions finally got to where I could actually count them as Matthew headed off to work and continued to build until around noon, at which point I had to stop what I was doing every time a contraction came, but it still wasn't that bad.
12:30 - My mom decided to come over and spend the afternoon with me, so we ate, talked, played games and counted through the growing contractions. My contractions were lengthy, but very sporadic. They would come 3 minutes apart and then 8 minutes apart, and then back to 3 and then jump to 11 minutes, but they all lasted at least 1 1/2 minutes in length up to almost 3 minutes. So we went throughout the day charting the contractions with no real progression, other than they were getting more painful.
6:00 - My family brought dinner over and ate with us, and we watched the debate that night while making it through worsening contractions.
10:30 - My family headed back home, but Mom stayed the night with us to help if needed. I tried sleeping, but only got a half hour in since the contractions were too painful. Matthew stayed up with me and serenaded me with his guitar in-between contractions.
2:30ish am - Mom woke up and watched a movie with me while Matthew headed to bed to get some rest. The contractions were pretty painful at this point.
7:00 - We decided to call the midwife to have her check me to see where I was at. I showered and ate breakfast that Mom had made. Mom then headed back home to make cheese.
11:00ish - The midwife showed up and I was at 4 cm. Matthew and I made the decision to continue laboring alone while the midwives spent some time in town. Our hopes were that with just the two of us there, my hormones would kick into gear and do what they needed to do to jumpstart this labor.
12:30 - Still no consistency to my contractions, but they were hard now to cope with at this point. The midwives came back to check me and I was at 6 cm. The doula worked her magic and helped me through the contractions from this point and provided a great amount of relief to my back.
6:00pm - Still at 6 cm. Tried different positions and techniques to no avail.
10:30 pm - My midwife advised us to transport in to the hospital before I reached maternal exhaustion. I had been against a hospital birth the whole way through my pregnancy, but with the advice from Matthew, the midwives, and my mom, we decided to head in.
12:00am (midnight) - We showed up at the hospital and they took us right in. They got me settled in and let almost my whole birth team come in the room with me: Matthew (of course), mom, my midwife, and her assistant/doula. My other doula had to head back home, but she said she'd be praying for me.
The doctor broke my water, anticipating that it would start to help with dilation.
The anesthesiologist came to inform me about epidurals, which I flatly refused, stating that I was going to do this naturally.
The doctor checked me about 1 1/2 hours later and I was still at 6 cm.
My family showed up at the hospital to wait for Baby's birth.
At this point I was just about ready to give up and ask for a c-section. I was completely exhausted from the whole ordeal and the amount of pushing. The staff kept telling me I was so close, just a few more good pushes....for like an hour and a half. I stopped believing them.
Finally the doctor got his scrubs on and we realized that it was the real deal this time. Matthew came up by mom to help me push since my strength was not really there like it should have been. He kept whispering to me that I was "doing good" and "our baby would be here soon". Between him and mom and lots of prayer, they helped push me through that last little bit and I was able to watch our baby come into this world.
Benjamin James Dickerson
|Matthew wrote this!|
1. I had entered 6 cm arrest and wouldn't progress any further.
2. Benjamin was in a posterior position, putting me into posterior arrest.
3.Benjamin's head was deflexed, meaning not completely tucked down.
4. Benjamin's head was stuck on my pubic bone.