The day prior to Valories birth, I had this intuition that I’d go into labor that night. We had planned to have both of my parents in the room with us, just as we’d had during Phoenix’s labor. As symptoms started to occur, I had a good friend come over to stay for the night, so that someone would be able to stay with the kids. Sure enough, I woke around 3:30 am with strong contractions. I laid there timing them for about a half hour before I decided it was time, and woke Justin. We already had our bags ready, which was good because by the time we’d called my parents and gotten in the car, my contractions were only 3 minutes apart.
We got to the hospital around 4:00am, and were given a delivery room pretty quickly. My contractions progressed rapidly, they were only 30 seconds apart which meant I could barely catch my breath between them. The nurses were concerned about the intensity exhausting me too quickly so they rush ordered my epidural and it was administered within minutes.
I started to calm down as the epidural meds took affect, so Justin and my dad ventured down the hall to get some food and coffee, my mom stayed with me. There was only one nurse in my room at this point, so it was pretty quiet. Unfortunately, what nobody had paid attention to was that I was a bit dehydrated, hadn’t been given enough fluids before my epidural, and had been anemic in the few days leading up to labor.
My blood pressure plummeted to 88/50. My body went into hypotensive shock. My vision blurred, and I lost the my hearing. I am told I turned white as a sheet, and I couldn’t speak properly. I knew something was wrong but I felt so far away, and couldn’t communicate to alert anyone. It’s called a “vasovagal response”, and it was terrifying. Thankfully my mom looked over to say something to me and shouted to the nurse, who’d gone around the corner, that something was wrong.
She frantically flattened the bed out to try and stabilize my blood pressure as fast as possible. This caused the epidural meds to travel UPWARDS and into my chest, beginning to numb my heart and lungs. As my heart rate and breathing slowed, I felt like something was sucking the life out of my body. I still couldn’t communicate properly, so I mumbled “sandbag on my chest” to my mom and she shouted to the nurse that I was having trouble breathing. She shut off my epidural instantly, and sat me up. As I started become more aware again, I suddenly felt that I needed to push.
Sure enough, Valorie’s head was crowning. The midwife came in to assist until my obgyn, who was stuck in the morning’s rush hour traffic, could get there. She asked if I felt comfortable waiting to push, as they knew it was important to me that my obgyn, who is a dear friend, deliver my last baby. I waited about 15 minutes just hanging out with my legs in the air, Valorie’s head crowning, while everyone looked at her hair and chatted amongst themselves.
Once my obgyn arrived, a single push was all it took and our very last baby was delivered into Justins hands. Born at 8:21am, 21 days early, on November 21st, 2019. She was 7lbs, 19in, and had beautiful wispy blonde hair and blue eyes.
Both of our temperatures were a bit too low because of the labor trauma, but after about two hours of observation, (some meds for me) and warming blankets, we were both cleared to move into our mother baby suite.
This beautiful little girl is the final piece to our puzzle and she was so worth the chaos that was her arrival.