This is
Dan. I've decided to document our little Vivian's birth story, mostly because I
think Lindsey was so delirious with pain and suffering during the whole thing
that I don't think she can remember it properly. Also, because I was so
traumatized by the whole experience it is engrained in my memory like writing on a
stone wall. So anyways, here it goes...
Thursday,
November 1st was an exhausting morning for both of us. Lindsey and I
both spent the night before chasing Max up and down the Arkansas hills as he went door-to-door
trick-or-treating for Halloween. Additionally, I was on night call at the
hospital, so essentially, I worked overnight without any sleep until 7 AM.
After coming home from the hospital that morning, Lindsey told me that she had
been having more contractions early that morning, but that they were irregular
and not too painful. No big deal, I thought, as she had been having these now
for 2 months and they typically would go away after a few hours. Both of us
weren’t thinking it was the real deal. Lindsey wasn’t due for another week and
a half, so we thought it was just Braxton Hicks. We decided I would try and get some sleep, and that she
could wake me up in a few hours if they hadn’t resolved. Well, wake me up she
did…around noon, telling me that the contractions were getting a little more
regular.
We spoke
for a bit and decided we should probably start making preparations to go into
the hospital just in case things progressed. But we goofed around for
another couple hours, gathering Max’s clothes for the babysitter and just kinda hangin' out.
Finally, around 2:30, contractions were getting a little more intense and we
knew it was time to head to the hospital. We dropped Max off at a sitter. Every
stop and bump on the road would make Lindsey’s contractions worse and she was
constantly saying, “Slow down! Go over that bump slowly!” I basically had to park the car on the side of the road every time she had a contraction. On the way to the hospital, Lindsey
wanted to stop and get some food since she knew she wouldn’t be able to eat
once she checked in to labor and delivery. We stopped at Wendy’s and she hooked
herself up with a burger, fries, and frosty. We continued on to the hospital,
Lindsey was contracting and chowing down on a hamburger. By the time we pulled
into the UAMS hospital lot, her contractions were hurting so badly she couldn’t
finish her food.
We checked ourselves into the Labor and Delivery
triage around 3:00 p.m. (This was our 3rd time here, and at that
point we were pretty much accustomed to getting stuck in a room and just
waiting around until they told us it wasn’t time yet.) Anyways, in triage we
sat around while Lindsey was strapped up to the tocometer and heart rate
monitor. Things were looking fine. Lindsey was having a few contractions on the
monitor, but they were not very regular or frequent, and didn’t appear to be very
strong.
We sat
around there for about an hour and finally one of the resident doctors came in.
Assessing the whole situation visually, she didn’t seem too impressed. She told
us that they were completely full that day, no beds, and that it might be
better for us to just go home and wait things out for a while and come back if
things changed. But when the doctor checked her cervix, she was at 6 cm, and 75%
effaced. “You guys aren’t going anywhere, baby is coming today,” she said.
She told
us to hang out for a while and wait until a room became available. Apparently
all the anesthesiologists were in the OR and they would come see Lindsey about
an epidural when they had time. When a room finally became available, they
walked us from triage to the delivery room (yes, Lindsey was still walking at
this point).
As soon
as we got to our room, the proverbial crap hit the proverbial fan. We were
placed in the delivery room around 4:00 p.m. Before even getting into bed,
Lindsey decided she needed to go to the restroom. I helped her into the
bathroom and left her alone. By now, contractions were extremely intense and she was hunched over in
pain. I started freaking out. I thought she was dying right there in the
bathroom. As she gripped the bathroom handrail and tried to contain her pain, I
could tell that things were getting serious. She moaned and groaned and held
her abdomen as she walked towards the delivery bed. I told her to get into the
bed. She tried. But as she got to the side of the bed, she stopped, hunched
over, hands grasping the side of the bed and said, “this baby is coming right
now!” I really started to freak. There was no one in the room at this point
besides the nurse and I. I was sure not going to be delivering this baby. I
pictured Linds squeezing this kid out onto the floor. Panic gripped me. I
kindly prodded her to get into bed. She said she was in too much pain and that
she couldn’t move. Umm, no, I thought. I considered just picking her up and
throwing her into bed, but figured Lindsey would not appreciate this. I finally
got her to get into bed in-between contractions. Relief.
Just as Lindsey got into the bed the doctor finally
came into our room. Lindsey was in a lot of pain and ready to push the baby
out, but the Doc told Lindsey to just hold on until she got gowned up. Lindsey
got positioned and I could see baby’s head. Freaking again. I grabbed a leg,
the nurse grabbed the other. Finally the rest of the team found their way to
our room (chief resident, pediatrics team, etc.). Obviously, at this point
there would be no anesthesia, Linds didn’t even have an IV yet. After two
pushes, baby’s head was almost completely out, but appeared to be a little
stuck. I really thought something was wrong at this point. I actually did think
Lindsey might die based on how much pain she was in. She told me there
was no way she could do it, and I believed her. She kept yelling, “get this baby out.” I felt like
I was in some Sci-Fi alien film. I encouraged her and told her she could do it
(although secretly I didn’t know if she could). Then after some manipulation by
the Doc and one more push, baby was out at 4:18 p.m. Everything was looking
great. Baby was healthy and crying. Apgars 9 and 9. I think from the time we
left triage and got into our room until baby finally came out, it was probably
not more than 15 minutes. It was nuts.
In the
end, we spent 2 nights in the hospital. Lindsey was, understandably, in a
decent amount of pain and pretty worn out. We stressed out the entire 2 days about choosing a name. We had so many mixed feelings. We almost flipped a coin between
Lilian and Vivian. I was really close to just going with Lilian (everyone
seemed to love it) but we just felt like Vivian fit our little girl better. So
Vivian it was. Beautiful little girl, amazingly strong and wonderful
wife…things were good. Came home after 2 nights and that was that.
In
conclusion, I just got to give a shout out to Lindsey being so completely
awesome. I’m pretty sure I’ve never had to go through anything like that
before, and hope I never will. Thanks for our darling little Vivi, babe!
