All throughout my pregnancy, I was told that Rylie was head down. Imagine my surprise when I had an ultrasound at 37 weeks and they said “You know she’s breech, right?”
Up until that point I had been planning to try an all natural birth. I had been practicing the Hypnobabies technique and was gearing myself up for that fact that I might go over-due and might have a long labor.
Once I heard that Rylie was breech, I knew that everything that I had prepared for was flying right out the window. I knew I didn’t want an external version and I knew the only other option my OB would give me was a c-section.
Now, before you tell me that I could have had a natural birth, let me say that I don’t agree with birthing that way. I WILL NOT put myself or my child in danger by delivering that way. I don’t have any problems with other people who do end up birthing that way, but it’s not for me.
We scheduled the c-section for Monday, March 18th. Early morning. I was one of the first c-section of the day, and both my mom and Jesse’s mom flew in for the big event. I also updated my birth photographer on what was going on, because even though I wouldn’t get those “in pain birthing photos”, I still wanted photos of before and after the c-section.
That Monday morning came, we went to the hospital early just in case I had to fill out a bunch of paper work (I didn’t) and then waited for our daughter’s big arrival. The gave me an IV of fluid since I was told not to have anything to drink past midnight, and did an ultrasound to make sure she was still breech (which, you could totally tell where her head was so we really didn’t even need the darn ultrasound). Afterwards, the anesthesiologist came in and introduced herself and her team, told me what to expect, and then we were ready to go.
I had the option of being wheeled into the OR or walking, and I chose to walk. Why not? I wasn’t in any pain or anything so I felt like walking was the right thing to do.
Once inside, I was coached on how to sit for the spinal and in it went. Within minutes I was nice and numb and they brought Jesse in.
After what seemed like seconds, the person who was in charge of sitting near me and re-assuring me I was ok told me they were getting ready to take Rylie out. He announced as her butt, legs, and head came out and at 8:08am she was born.
Now, I did feel a bit of tugging but to be honest, I was too busy crying to really remember much of anything else other than “I can’t wait to see her!!!” Seriously, all I could think about was seeing her face and making sure she was ok and healthy, which she was.
Rylie weighed 6 lb 15 oz and was 19.5 inches long. They never told me her apgar score, but they didn’t have to do it after the first time around so I assume it was either 9 or 10. Who knows. After they took her out, it was a long process to get me stitched back together and ready for recovery. I want to say it took about 20 minutes or so. I remember them having a hard time stitching my muscles back up because they were really tight. The person kept telling me to take deep, calming breaths and to try to relax. I think part of the reason was because I really just wanted to jump off the table to go see Rylie. Once I was stitched up, they placed Rylie on my chest, and I was wheeled into recovery where the nurse helped me get Rylie to latch right away.
Overall, I feel like I had an incredible birth even though I have no idea what labor/contractions feel like. I don’t feel like I missed out on anything, because the important thing to me was that my baby was in my arms, safe and sound.
Photography courtesy of Rachel H Photography.