Always trust your mommy instincts

Meet Jen…

My first born, Mikey, arrived when I was 33. A whirlwind pregnancy that seemed to stall at childbirth. He decided he was comfy where he was and had no intentions of joining us out in the world. A few days after my due date, we were induced. Mikey joined us after 25 hours of labor with 4 hours of pushing. It was not a pleasant experience. I did not feel strong enough to actually deliver him and my doctor wasn’t the most supportive. Emotionally drained and physically depleted, I awaited that first glimpse of Mikey. That skin-to-skin first contact of my baby that I had been told was so important. Instead they whisked him away and I overheard the words, “I don’t know if he’s going to make it”. I grabbed my husband and told him to check on the baby. Apparently, the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck which is why the birth was such a challenge. Mikey was perfectly healthy, no NICU, no complications…but in that one moment, I can’t even describe how scared I was. When they finally brought me my baby, I couldn’t speak…only cried quietly as I held him.

Fast forward almost four years later as I prepared for the birth of my second son, Joey. He too was super comfy and had no intentions of going anywhere. And according to every ultrasound he was going to be a big boy. While Mikey was 9 lbs. 13 oz., doctors believed Joey was going to be just as big, or bigger. They had also found that Joey had hydrocele. Hydrocele is a type of swelling that occurs in the scrotum. While that wasn’t a huge medical concern, it was another worry to add to my ever growing list. Arriving at the hospital to be induced, I was scared. Scared that like Mikey’s birth, I was not emotionally or physically prepared for the actual childbirth. Scared that something would happen during the birth that would hurt Joey. Scared that there was something else beyond the hydrocele to be concerned about. I tried talking to the nurses about my options. They pushed vaginal delivery with zero exceptions. I was a mess. I felt that something was wrong and no one would listen to me. When my doctor arrived, I braced myself for the same, unsupportive “help” I received during my first birth. She came in with a worried look on her face and said, “Sweetie, what’s going on?” I broke down in tears. I shared my concerns. She listened…like really, really listened. She did an exam and shared that I was suffering from Pre-eclampsia. We decided a c-section was necessary and within an hour, I was holding my son. Joey was born at 10 lbs. 15 oz. He did have hydrocele as well as macrocephaly. Macrocephaly is a condition where the head is abnormally large. When my doctor visited with me after the surgery, she told me that mommies always know when something isn’t right and to always trust my instincts when it comes to my babies. Something I always remember…and always will.

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