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Kaeden Patrick Sex: boy Born: 27 March, 2008 Age: 0 years & 99 days Birthday in: 266 days Starsign: Aries Development: See the 3 months page. Biggest achievement so far: Being a cute little butterball!

Birth details

Type of delivery: Cesarean section
Duration of labor: About 12 hours
Weight @ birth: 9 lbs, 13 oz.
Length @ birth: 21 inches

Kaeden-Patrick-`s birthstory

I went into the hospital at 6 pm on Wednesday March 26th. This was my second attempt at an induction, after a failed try the previous week. They inserted the cervidil in me and checked my cervix, which was still 1 cm. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. I did get the same nurse that I had the last week and she was awesome.

The next morning, they removed the cervidil at 6 a.m. At around 9, the Dr. came in to check me (the same mean one that sent me home last week) and I was 3 cm. I started getting excited, thinking that it was really happening this time. In my head, I was going to have the baby by 4 o`clock, but I was so wrong.

Dr. Mean had to go do a c-section on someone else, so she instructed the nurse to start my pitocin. I started having light cramps and definitely back pains, but not much. The doc came back at 11 a.m. and broke my water. I was so scared before she did it, but it was just like an internal exam, except with a gush of fluid afterwards. And, the gush kept coming in leaks and drips. It was so weird.

By one, I was having contractions that I could actually feel and I didn`t have to look at the monitor to know I was having them. They still weren`t that bad though. Around that time, I was 4 cm. Also around that time, various family members began texting me and an argument ensued because I chose to have my mom in the delivery room with me (my parents are divorced and my family is very divided.) I was texting and talking on the phone and crying so hard because I was so upset. I think this affected my contractions because all of the sudden, they were horrible and I asked for an epidural. The epidural was such a weird feeling, not painful, just weird, kind of like when you hit your funny bone, but in the spine.

At first, I kept wiggling my toes as my legs got heavier and heavier and I kept saying how wonderful it felt, like a warm fuzzy blanket on my legs. Then, I started getting really dizzy and lightheaded and my blood pressure dropped drastically low. They had to call the anesthesiologist back and he gave me a shot of ephedrine. This really freaked me out. All the sudden, my heart began racing, which is scary to a normal person, but to a recovering addict to me, it was the exact feeling of shooting cocaine (sorry if tmi) and I started having a panic attack. My mom and the dr. talked me down and the feeling went away and finally I relaxed. The nurse increased my pitocin.

Around 5 pm, my mom left to get some dinner, so my sister came up to sit with me. While she was there, they checked me and I was 5 cm and 100% effaced. Now I was really excited and thinking my baby boy was on his way very soon. The nurse told me I would dilate about a centimeter an hour from now on. She also increased my pitocin again.

My sister left and my mom came back. Not much was happening. We just hung out and watched tv. At 7 p.m., my favorite nurse came back and Dr. Mean left and my favorite doctor from my practice came in. They checked me at 8 pm and I was still 5 cm, so again, my pitocin was increased.

The nurse came in and out various times within the hour. She said that I was almost at the limit for the amount of pitcin that I could receive. The Dr. came in to talk to me and said not to rule out a c-section at this point, but she would give it another hour to see if things progressed naturally. They were checking the strength of my contractions to see if they were working or not. Apparently, my body was just not capable of dilating past 5 cm.

At 9 pm, the nurse came in and I told her I was feeling really sick and I had a headache. She took my temperature and it was 101. The doctor came in and said she thought it was best if I had a c-section to get the baby out, so there was no risk of infection. I agreed and just wanted him out the safest way possible. It was still a little emotional, though. It was not what I had pictured for my labor, but I felt that I`d rather have the c-section at that time, than try to delivery vaginally and have something go wrong that could affect the baby.

So, they prepped and wheeled me into the operating room. All the people in the room were making estimates on how big he would be. They ranged from 7.4 to 8.9. When they cut me open, I heard a nurse exclaim, `Good Lord that`s a big baby!`

My mom sat in the room up by my head. There was a curtain across my chest, so I couldn`t see what was going on. All I felt was a lot of pressure and tugging. When Kaeden came out, I said, `Oh, my son!` and started crying histerically. He had the most beautiful cry I have ever heard. It filled me with relief that he was ok. I asked if he had everything he was supposed to and they said yes. Then, I said, `Is he good looking?` (LOL) and they and my mom said he was beautiful.

As they were stitching me up, I started getting really nauseous and dizzy and then I felt a lot of pain, as if the epidural was wearing off. They ended up giving me staples instead of the disintegrating stitches because I was moaning and crying so much and it was taking too long.

I was in a lot of pain. The doctor said to take the shot of dilaudid, even though I and my mom protested it at first. But, I couldn`t take all the pain and accepted the medication. I was in a recovery room for an hour and couldn`t hold my baby. I saw him in the operating room, but I was so sick, I could hardly turn my head to look at him.

Finally, they brought him to me and he was beautfiul and perfect! It is such a crazy feeling to be a mom and know that he is all mine. I love him to pieces. Each day is getting better. I`ve been dealing with my crazy emotions and learning that I shouldn`t base my parenting on other people`s expectations. I`m also realizing that everything I`ve read during pregnancy has helped me not to be a neurotic mess about some things, but has made me feel disappointed in myself about others.

I really wish that breastfeeding were easier for me, but I`d rather bond with my baby while feeding him his bottle, than deal with him screaming for 2 hours because he`s hungry and he can`t eat and I`m tired and sore and frustrated and also crying.

Everyday I`m a little less sore. I`m still in the hospital (I leave in the morning!) but I`ve been walking around a lot more and feeling better with only ibuprofin.

OK, if you`re still with me all the way at the end...thank you to all you mommies that helped me out throughout my pregnancy. There were times when I vented some really personal information and I appreciate nobody judging me or making me feel bad. All of you are so special and I wish you the best of luck with your own bundles of joy. Kaeden is the love of my life and I can`t wait to watch him grow and change before my eyes. I really feel that I was born to be a mommy!

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