My Birth Story: Kyler
This is the birth story of my son Kyler. I have met too many pregnant mamas that get told horrific birth stories, which make the terrified of giving birth. I hope that by sharing my stories, it can shed some light onto positive births.
9/25/20244 min read
The birth of my son, Kyler, was magical. The January before I found out I was pregnant with him; I had suffered a miscarriage so being able to carry my son to full term and then finally hold him in my arms was the best feeling. My due date was December 26th, 2021. I had heard so many different things about how most people go past their due dates with their first, but my OB actually thought I might go early. My son was measuring a week to two weeks ahead my entire 3rdtrimester and by the time I started dilating at 38 weeks, I was progressing .5cm to 1cm each week. I tried everything to get him out because we were so eager to meet him but my due date came and went, and since I had previously told my doctor if he wasn’t here by his due date to induce me, that is exactly what happened two days later.
As for my induction, I swore I would never get induced with another pregnancy again unless it was absolutely, medically necessary. I am aware I said the birth of my son was magical, because it was, but induction is not for me. I know many women get induce every pregnancy and love it, which is so great for them, but I personally just was not a fan. Now this does not mean I had a negative experience or that I had a traumatic birth because I didn’t, it’s just a personal choice.
I went into the hospital at 6am on December 28th. I got changed, they started my IV and by 7 am they started my Pitocin. They increased my Pitocin every 30 minutes, which made things get pretty rough pretty fast for me. My entire pregnancy, all I talked about was wanting to wait as long as possible to get an epidural, if getting one at all. The Pitocin made my contractions so intense; the nurses gave me pain medicine through my IV at first but that didn’t touch them. I ended up getting an epidural at 3.5cm. Sitting still during a contraction to get the epidural was honestly worse than getting the actual epidural. After that, my nurse placed a catheter and my OB broke my water. I was in and out of it from the previous pain meds but once that started to wear off, I napped on and off to try and get as much rest as possible before pushing. My nurse put a peanut ball between my legs after I got to around 5cm to try and help me progress more. My epidural wore off a couple times so I had to get a bolus twice to keep my contractions from getting too intense.
Once I got to about 9-9.5cm, they turned my epidural way down so I could feel when my body needed to push and boy did I feel everything. My contractions were full blown, painful coming one after the other and I had an immense amount of pressure. Once I started pushing, I remember two things, one being I just kept repeating “ow ow ow” and my OB telling me to push and two was I asked my OB if she could see his freaking head yet and she said yes do you want to touch it, to which I responded no I want him out of me hahah; I pushed for a total of 40 minutes and there he was my beautiful baby boy. I was so exhausted but having him on my chest, laying there so perfect, my world just froze. Nothing else matter except this innocent little baby I had just brought into the world.
No one talks enough about how wonderful it is the days in the hospital after you give birth having your baby all to yourself. It was just me, my husband, and our brand-new baby boy and it was such a wonderful experience. We got him all to ourselves for two days before having to share him with the rest of the world. I loved the birth of my son, even with the induction, because all though it wasn’t for me, I wouldn’t have ever known that until it happened. Nothing major happened, I was never in a life-threatening situation and neither was my son. We were safe and I brought him into the world without any complications, and for that I am grateful. I would do it 100 times over if it meant having my son every time.
**The main reason I say I wouldn’t be induced again was because of how intense my contractions got so fast. To put it in perspective, I went into labor on my own with my second pregnancy with my daughter, and I was almost 8.5cm before I got an epidural. I will talk more about that when I share my birth story with her, which you can find on my website. Hence why I said nothing bad happened for me to prefer not to be induced, it’s just something that’s not for me.**
This is my birth story of my son Kyler. If you took the time to read this entire story, I just want to say thank you. If you have any questions about the induction process or anything you feel you want to know more about, please reach out. If you want to share your story, send me a message. Thank you for reading. <3
