Isaac's Birth Story

My due date came and went and it's an understatement to say that I was getting impatient waiting for Baby to be born. My original due date was Feb. 5th, so if that was accurate I was already two weeks late when my mom arrived in town and we were scheduled for an induction the next morning. This baby was heavier than my firstborn and I was ready to get him out! My husband, mom and I arrived at the hospital around 10am on Monday, February 20th, ready to get the show on the road. However, it turns out they take a very conservative approach to induction in Taiwan, beginning with oral meds. One dose is one pill per hour for three hours, so we started with that. They had me change into a red hospital gown with sunflowers on it, which made me laugh. The nurse on duty was very friendly, so that was reassuring. We payed 2,000NT to get a private labor/delivery room (about $60 US, well worth it!) It came with a TV and Josh was excited that he could feed his Linsanity while I labored. After doing fetal monitoring for a while the nurse said I could get up and walk around, so my mom made our way around the hospital, returning every 30 minutes to check the baby's heartbeat and/or take another pill. From what I'd heard about taking Pitocin I was a little scared, so it seemed good to start out slowly, especially since I was not dilated at all. When I'd finished the first three pills they said they would give me three more. I thought it was a little tedious, but figured if it didn't start my labor that they would have to start me on Pitocin. Well, three more pills and three slow hours later they said they would give me three more pills and then call it a day. I started crying. I came to have a baby, not to wait around forever! Since I was crying they said they would discuss my options with the doctor. That sounded good at least.

One funny thing--at four a new nurse came on shift and I was relieved that she also seemed quite friendly. But there was one thing that she was really concerned about. She kept asking me if I felt like I had to go to the bathroom. She said that second-time-moms have their babies really fast and that if I felt like I had to poop I should tell her right away because otherwise I would go to the bathroom and my baby would just be born in the toilet. This hardly seemed like it could be the situation since I was barely dilated and barely in labor, but every time she came in the room she would ask, "Do you feel like you have to poop?" much to our amusement. One time I really did feel like I had to 'go,' but of course I didn't tell her, I just went ahead and 'went.' I wanted to mess with her a little but my mom didn't think it was a good idea.

Around dinnertime Josh and my mom went out to get food. I was having some contractions, but nothing too serious or regular. The doctor said I could take a stronger pill, but that one he could only give me once every three hours, and he would only give me two more before stopping for the day. I felt a bit uneasy because I was worried that I would start labor enough to be uncomfortable all night but not enough to have a baby. But after dinner the nurse came in with the pill so I figured I would take it. After that I was starting to have more regular contractions, about 5-6 minutes apart, but still not very painful. I was getting excited because it seemed like things were finally progressing. Sometime around 7 or 8pm they checked me and I was at 2 cm. Not much, but better than nothing! But as the medicine wore off my contractions were getting less regular, I was getting discouraged again.

Then a new nurse came on shift. She was older than the previous two and not as friendly, but not mean either. She said she could start me on Pitocin because we needed my contractions to be three minutes apart in order to progress. I was torn because on one hand that was what I'd been waiting for all day but on the other hand it was now about 10pm and I was starting to feel a little tired. My mom pointed out though that my contractions were coming fast enough (4-5 min) and powerful enough (still tolerable but I had to lean on a chair and breathe through them) that I probably wouldn't be able to get much rest that night anyways. I wanted to get the baby to come but I was scared of what Pitocin-induced contractions every three minutes would feel like. The nurse came back and was ready to hook me up to the IV so I had to lay down. Right away when I lay down the contractions felt incredibly uncomfortable and started coming faster and faster it seemed. I was grateful after being hooked up that they let me get back out of the bed. Now attatched to the IV my range of motion was smaller, but I would squat down between the chair and the dresser during contractions and it seemed to take some of the pressure off. I also figured it was good for trying to move the baby down because he hadn't dropped yet. We carried on like that with my mom timing the contractions for some time and the contractions continued to get more intense. I had read more about labor this time around and something I read said that if you can relax enough and move the right way contractions don't have to be painful. I found that to be true up till about 1am and then they would come on so intensely that I had to start making some noise at the peak of each contraction. The nurse came to check at 1 and it turned out she had never even given me the Pitocin in the IV. She said it seemed like things were progressing fine without it so she never injected it into the IV bag.

By 2am I was getting too loud for the nurse to ignore me so she came in to check. I told my mom that if I was less than 5cm dilated I was ready for the epidural and she said that sounded fair. The nurse checked me and said that I was 4-5cm. I said I wanted the epidural. She said no. She said the baby was going to be here really fast. I asked how long. She said 2 hours. I said I couldn't make it that long. She said I had to get in the bed. I asked why. She said she wanted to monitor more closely and that the baby was going to be there really soon. I started panicking in my mind. I felt strongly that I couldn't make it two more hours, but even more so I was terrified about getting in the bed. Looking back I wonder why I didn't fight harder? I don't know? I was too tired I guess. I got in the bed and was overcome with fear and dread. We kicked my mom out because the nurse wanted to be checking my progress all the time (like every contraction--fun, fun).

Right away when I got in the bed my contractions became much further apart, but also more and more unbearable with each one. After it was over I would lay there terrified of the next one, but when it delayed I would fall asleep for a couple minutes. Josh was holding my hand and praying for me, which helped. I felt like God was giving me the little resting breaks in between the contractions. It would be peaceful for a moment but then I would know a contraction was coming because I would be awakened by my whole body trembling. Then I would say "no no no," but it would come on just the same, and I couldn't do anything but lay there and scream. All thoughts of relaxing through the contraction or trying to let my body do what it needed to do were out the window. I was just trying to survive what was happening to me. I felt very powerless and consumed by dread.

Around 3am she decided to give me that Pitocin in the IV after all because she really wanted to get the contractions 3 minutes apart. I was filled with even more dread and terror and let's just say she wasn't my favorite person in the world. But soon after that she was contacting the doctor. Still, I was waiting for signs like my water breaking or feeling the urge to push, which I hadn't felt so it seemed like birth was still far away.

Not long after that she was asking me if I felt the urge to push. I said no but she said to push anyways. The way they had me in the bed was awkward and I couldn't figure out how to push. They put up these platforms to push my feet against like doing squats at the gym, and they pulled levers for my arms but everything seemed to be at the wrong angle and just felt wrong. I tried to push anyways. I couldn't tell if it was working or not. Around 3:40 she ran and told the doctor to come in and he did. I felt better because I liked him much better than the nurse and trusted him, but I still didn't feel like birth would be soon. I kept waiting to feel the urge to push. It never came. I kept waiting for my water to break. Later I found out that the doctor broke it when he came in but nobody told me. Nobody ever said if I was fully dilated. Also the nurse who was not my best friend kept trying to lay across my stomach (they do that here) even though I was asking her not to. I was only semi-conscious of what was going on because of being in so much pain and fear and just from being tired I guess. They kept telling me to push and I was trying but it felt like if I pushed any harder than I was that my body would burst. I could feel the size of what I was trying to push out and I was 99% sure it was not going to fit through the opening. I kept saying "it's stuck." I kept waiting for them to confirm that there was no way it could get out, but all the doctor said was "Ta de tou man da de," or his head is pretty big. Not encouraging. Well I pushed and pushed and I did burst in the sense that even though the doctor gave me an episiotomy I still tore. Not fun. And then I couldn't believe it but I saw Isaac's purple head coming out. Praise the Lord! I couldn't believe this child was actually being born. I couldn't see the rest of him coming out because the nurse laid on me again which seemed highly unnecessary and annoying. But the next moment they were laying him on top of me, blood-matted hair, purple body and all. I loved him, of course. He was born at 4:08 am.

Next they took him to the side to work on him while I was stitched up. I seemed to feel each stitch and my body was shaking uncontrollably. Even though I was glad he was out, I couldn't say that I felt relief. Maybe thirty minutes later they laid him back on my chest and I was even allowed to breastfeed him. He knew just what to do--Praise God! Nobody hurried us. When we were all done in the delivery room, they had us move into our hospital room, which was deluxe because we decided why not splurge on the nice room? I'm glad we did. Those were a sweet couple of first days of nursing, snuggling and visiting (and watching Jeremy Lin for Josh). Josh and I slept well for about four hours and then they brought Isaac to stay with us forever. What a wonderful time we've had since. Isaac is a sweet baby who sleeps hard, nurses well and makes cute squeaky noises. I pictured him being more active and demanding of my attention, but I suppose there is time for that later. For now he's just our little angel baby and we love him with all of our hearts. Caleb is still adjusting, which can be hard, but I'm proud of him as well. And that is the story of how we became a family of four! All I can say is forget all this natural birth nonsense; next time I want the epidural!

The Waiting

Wow, it's been a long and frustrating five weeks. That's how long I've been in the 'any moment now' phase of preparing for our second son's birth. Following in his brother Caleb's footsteps, it seems he's waiting until the last minute. Caleb went 9 days late, which seemed like forever, coming the day before the doctor was going to induce. Tomorrow will be 14 days late for this baby, and the doctor will induce the day after that (Monday) if he doesn't come on his own by then. I am so frustrated because Josh has had a month or so off of school and he goes back next week. Also my mom arrives tomorrow night for a visit and I just wanted to be already settled in at home with Baby before she arrived. I couldn't have imagined that I could go this late. At this point things may not even have gotten started by the time she arrives. And then there are the dates I wanted--Feb. 12th because it's a niece's birthday, Feb. 14th for Valentine's, and even though I didn't want to wait that long, Feb. 16th for Josh's birthday would have been so special! Every day I am so sure that today is the day and then I go to bed thinking 'what happened?' I am trying to trust God's timing, but I just don't get it. I feel like we missed out on having some sweet family time, and now I may miss out on having a shot at a natural birth. I reserve the right to get an epidural if I want one, but after reading so much more about birth this time I really wanted to be able to try moving around during labor to see if it would help me get through it. The way they do things in Taiwan doesn't really support being able to move, especially if you get induced. I know this is a lot of whining, but I am low on friends in my life so I'm letting it all out here.

Any mother who's gone late knows the waiting can be excruciating. You try to prepare yourself for it. I did. I asked my doctor to move my due date a week back (from Feb. 5th to Feb. 12th) because they only let you go a week past due date here. Now I wonder if that was such a wise move after all. Anyways, I tried to focus on that new due date as the real one, even though I knew it wasn't accurate. But then Baby started measuring big. By 37 weeks he was bigger than Caleb was at birth. 'Surely he will come out sooner,' I thought. WRONG. So I packed my bag a little over 5 weeks ago and started bugging Josh to always have his cell phone on and charged. But nothing has happened. Not even any real contractions. It doesn't seem like it should be that hard to wait, but it is.

I guess God is trying to grow some more patience and trust in me. And thankfulness. I do thank God for a healthy pregnancy. Really, I can't complain too much. And yet I've been borderline depressed lately--low appetite, not only for food but for life. The days drag. I drag. Caleb has been spending lots of time at Grandma's house and I stopped even fighting it. Bored. Lonely. Waiting.

It's made me think a bit about Christ's coming. I don't really live in that 'any moment now,' kind of mindset. It's too hard! But I realize I need to cultivate more of a desire for his coming in my life. Speaking of which, the season of Lent begins next week. What are you doing to prepare for Easter?

Thanks for letting me vent,
Paula