On October 20th 2016 we welcomed our third child,
Naya Jenine Franklin. This is her birth story:
My whole pregnancy Naya had been measuring very small (like,
6 weeks behind, small). Having previously had two other small babies my midwife
and I knew that she was likely fine, just constitutionally tiny. But as my due
date approached doc became increasingly nervous, and we decided to try a
membrane sweep at 39 weeks to see if we could gently encourage baby Panda (get
it? Mixed baby? đ) to come out. Membrane sweeps donât always work as a means
of inducing labour but I knew that there was a chance it would, so the night
before my appointment I made sure to fit in one last good workout, had a glass
of wine, and got a good nightâs sleep.
Anticipating the possibility of labour, I checked my older
two into daycare the morning of my appointment (cleaning up spilled Cheerios
mid-contraction would NOT be my idea of a fun labour). My appointment was at
10:40am. My midwife performed the membrane sweep, did a vaginal exam (already
3cm dilated!!) and measured my fundal height. I had not gotten any bigger over
the last few weeks so she decided to send me for a last-minute ultrasound to
make extra extra sure baby was ok in there. My husband and I grabbed a coffee
and made our way over to the X-ray department (which is around the corner from
the OB clinic. Yay, Naval Hospital!) While we were waiting I started feeling
some very mild contractions â it was working! We got our ultrasound then made
our way to the L&D deck to get some fetal monitoring. Our midwife met us as
the monitoring finished, and told us that although baby measured in the 17th
percentile for weight, her head and abdomen both seemed to be measuring below
the 5th. She told us that at this point she would be much more
comfortable if baby came out so he/she (we were waiting to find out the gender)
could start breastfeeding and putting on some weight. It wasnât so urgent that
it required a Cesarean, but it did mean induction.
So hubby went and picked up the kids while I went home and
gathered my thoughts. Everyone reconvened at home, had a snack, packed some
last-minute things, and we were off again. We dropped the kids off at my friendâs
house for a sleepover then went straight to the hospital. We arrived at 3:30 and got settled before meeting our OB.
Unfortunately my midwife wasnât on-call that night (bummer!)
but we did have another wonderful OB check me in and devise a plan with me. I
had been having mild contractions all day at this point, so instead of going
straight to a medical induction with Pitocin she said sheâd perform another
membrane sweep and see if that helped speed things along. It did! Within 30
minutes I was getting regular contractions that were increasing in intensity; I
was in active labour. Aside: my doctors encouraged me to eat
before I came in and allowed me to snack until 9:30. I know many doctors donât
allow, or at least strongly discourage or even guilt-trip women from eating
while in labour, but I have to say - as someone who has done it both ways - having
that food in my belly made a HUGE difference in my state of mind and of course
my energy, which you need lots of for labour. I would absolutely encourage any
woman to speak to her OB/Midwife about eating during labour, and fight for it.
Do know that there will likely come a point where the contractions are so
intense that if you eat you will throw it up (that happened to me with my
first). But in early labour especially it is a sanity-saver.
I labored naturally from 4:30pm â 9:30pm. It was hard, but not unmanageable. Grey's was on, so that kept me distracted. There was a point, I hope I'll never forget, where I was alone in my room and felt the baby kicking, and I knew at that moment that that was probably the last time I would ever feel a little one moving inside me. I broke down in tears and absorbed every single sensation, then said a special Thank You to God for giving me these four beautiful pregnancy experiences. John came in and I cried on his shoulder. He of all people knows how much I love being pregnant, but cheered me up a little by reminding me that holding our baby soon would be such a wonderful feeling. The next doctor (shift change) checked me at 9pm and I had only
dilated an extra 2cm, so he felt at that point that it would be best to start
Pitocin. An hour after they started the Pitocin I cried âuncleâ and opted for
an epidural! Lol Pitocin is no joke. People have said to me âyouâre so tough
- you probably have a really high pain toleranceâ. WRONG! The discomfort I
inflict on myself while training (which can be stopped at any time I choose) is
VASTLY different from the involuntary, relentless pain you endure during
labour. I would never ever subject myself to that on a daily basis.
Another Aside: I
have had an epidural for every one of my deliveries. For my first, I had been
in labour for 36 hours (at least 20 of those were active) when I was finally
admitted to the hospital and given an epidural. Best relief of my LIFE! It was
so wonderful that I barely hesitated to do it again with my second. But because
I had been medically induced with her and then wasnât allowed to eat (see note
above), the combination of Pitocin, hunger/fatigue intense contractions and epidural
turned into a terrible experience and I swore Iâd never do both again! Fast
forward to my third delivery and everything â from the process of being
induced, to my mental state going into the day, to the intake process at the
hospital â was SO much better! My husband reassured me that this time would
likely be much better than last, given that my body and mind were both feeling
so much stronger. And he was right! The pain never fully disappeared, but this
time I didnât really want it to. On a scale of 1-10, my pain was still at about
a 5 or 6, and that was fine by me đ
By the time everything got set up I only ended up having the
epidural in for about an hour before I started pushing. My doctor came in to
check me around 11:30 and, holy geez, I was 10cm! The baby was right there! He
told me to hang tight â NO PUSHING! â while he went and got his things. While
we waited the nurses told me they could actually see the baby crowning, and
asked if Iâd like a mirror to check it out. Iâve never wanted to scar myself
with that visual, but for some reason this time I was curious. Maybe because
this was our last baby, and I knew this would be my last chance to ever see it.
So I looked andâŠ.wow⊠and yep, I could see babyâs head in my hoo-ha. Black hair
and all. It almost looked foreign - like an object thatâs not meant to be
there. But babies really are meant to be there! What a weird, cool moment.
The moment I first laid eyes on her |
The doctor came back in and the rest was a whirlwind; while
he set up, the nurses got all my limbs in place and within a couple minutes it
was time to push. âPUSH! 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10!â Quick breath, and resume
pushing. âOk, ok! Just a
little push this time. Easy, easyâŠ. Babyâs out!â You read that right people, two
pushes and that was it! The next thing I heard was my husband announce âItâs a
girl!â which was not at all a surprise, because we had both had a feeling all
along that baby was a she. âWe called it!â I said. And then this tiny crying
goopy black-haired angel was placed on my chest. They let me hold her for
probably 20 minutes before taking her to check her. A little small (5lbs 11oz) but perfectly healthy. We took pictures, we called
our parents, and I delivered my placenta. No tearing or stitches (ah, the
benefits of delivering a small baby). The epidural wore off nicely and I was up
and lumbering around a couple hours later. I started nursing as soon as they
finished measuring her while John went out and got me a
celebratory burger and fries (I highly recommend a huge delicious meal
post-delivery - no meal will ever taste so good and lord knows youâve earned it.)
Naya slept well most of the night but I was too excited to sleep. The next day
went well, and the only issue I had with the whole recovery was a lack of bowel
movement for 4 days. Not comfortable, but it ainât too bad!
Loving siblings meet |
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Sadly, due to two separate cell phone incidents we have very few photos of Naya in her first few weeks of life đ. Moral of the story: back-up your photos OFTEN! |