{"id":235,"date":"2012-01-17T09:00:36","date_gmt":"2012-01-17T14:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mayahoodblog.com\/?p=235"},"modified":"2023-06-26T18:43:01","modified_gmt":"2023-06-26T22:43:01","slug":"kyles-birth-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mayahoodblog.com\/kyles-birth-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Kyle’s birth story"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’ve recently came across a cool blog by a fellow Torontonian, called http:\/\/thebirthstoriesblog.wordpress.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Carolyn has blogged about the birth of her son, and wanted to share birth stories of other women on her blog.\u00a0 I thought this was a great idea, and decided to contribute to her blog with details (sparing anything gross) about Kyle’s birth story.<\/p>\n

If you’re a soon-to-be-mom, I would highly recommend that you check out her blog.\u00a0 There’s nothing “scary”, but just inspiring stories.\u00a0 As you will see, no birthing story is the same.\u00a0 If you are a mom, I would encourage you to share your birth story on Carolyn’s blog.\u00a0 Writing down Kyle’s story\u00a0took me down memory lane and made me realized how nice it was to have that adventure written down (and to help me remember down the road).<\/p>\n

Here’s Kyle’s birth story that she posted on her site.\u00a0 Hope you enjoy \ud83d\ude42 <\/p>\n

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@ 34 weeks<\/p><\/div>\n

I remember the first time I saw the \u201c+\u201d sign on the home pregnancy test. I couldn\u2019t believe it, and apparently, neither could my husband John. He wouldn\u2019t believe that I was pregnant until I received the green-light from the doctor. It was the weekend, and so I would have to go to the walk-in clinic to get the blood test done to verify that in fact, I was pregnant. It was the first time we had tried after-all, so I went just to be sure. We received the call January 12th<\/sup>, 2010 from the doctor, confirming that I was in fact pregnant. This also happened to be my husband\u2019s birthday. We went out that night for a double celebration dinner. We couldn\u2019t stop talking about our baby (which at that point in time was the size of a very small poppy seed).<\/p>\n

At 7 weeks, pregnancy nausea hit me HARD. I was throwing up almost daily and nauseas almost all of my awake time. I couldn\u2019t stop gagging, and any form of fluid made me really nauseous. I was also constantly soooooooo tired. I probably had 10 minute power-nap in the bathroom stalls at work on a daily basis. Finally, at 20 weeks or so, well after my first trimester, I felt \u201cnormal\u201d again. During my pregnancy we decided that we would renovate, I mean\u2026, demolish our house, so we were \u201chomeless\u201d from about April up until my due date in September. We were fortunate enough to live in a friend\u2019s house for 3 months (thank you Natt!!!!), but had to relocate at the end of July. We spent one month at my parents\u2019 house (they were away on vacation for 3 weeks which made it possible \u2013 for my husband \u2013 to live there for that long). The last month was spent in a tiny room in our house, while it was under construction, with the rest of our material possessions, including two beds, two couches, dressers, and wardrobe. We had maybe a total of 2 by 4 feet of floor space to stand on. Did I mention that there was a heat wave that summer? And we had no air conditioning? And a new construction hvac<\/a>\u00a0can only be installed once the renovation is done. To say the least, it wasn\u2019t ideal for someone who is 9 months pregnant, but nothing could stop me. I was BEYOND excited to be pregnant and have a baby.<\/p>\n

I was due Saturday, September 18th<\/sup>, 2010, which also happens to fall on Yom-Kippur; the holiest days for Jews; which I am. I did go to the synagogue on my due date as I was feeling \u201cgood\u201d. I even walked there from my parents\u2019 house, a 1.5km walk. And no, I was not trying to self-induce. Saturday night, before bed, I lost my mucus plug (probably just lost any guys still reading). I knew that this meant that something was going to happen \u2013 but I didn\u2019t know when. Sunday night (technically, Monday at 2am), I woke up and felt something<\/em><\/strong> in my stomach. Was it cramps? Was it contractions? I had no idea! No one actually explains what contractions feel like\u2026 they just say \u201cyou will have contractions\u201d. So in case anyone is wondering, contractions feel a whole lot like stomach cramps. Pretty much like the same ones you get before you have your period (definitely just lost any guys still reading). Anyways, I started counting the time between my contractions, and kept going until 3am, when I fell back asleep. I woke up again at 5am, and sat up in bed. I guess John felt my movement because he woke up as well. He asked me if everything is okay, and I said \u201cI may be contracting\u201d. So I counted to myself the time between contractions for an hour, and they were about 5 minutes apart at this point. My husband kept asking me if I was feeling okay, and I said \u201cyes\u201d. And I kept asking him if he thinks that I\u2019m experiencing contractions, because I wasn\u2019t sure. He said \u201cYes, you\u2019re going into labour\u201d, but I kept insisting that I wasn\u2019t sure if this is what contractions are like, so I just kept counting. At 6am, John insisted that we call the hospital. I told them that I thought I was in labour (I still wasn\u2019t convinced), and that what I think are my contractions, are 5 minutes apart. The nurse from the triage unit told me to take a shower, have something to eat, and come in, but there is no rush. At this point, my contractions weren\u2019t painful at all. I thought to myself \u2013 Hey, I can do this! I think I even said it out loud to my husband. THIS DOESN\u2019T HURT AT ALL\u2026 Well, the birthing angels were listening, because I quickly went from a level 1 to a level 5, on a scale of 1 \u2013 10, 10 being the most painful feeling ever! After my shower and quick bite to eat, I started feeling some pain. I had to bend over, hands on my bed, while I was contracting.<\/p>\n

At 7am, we arrived at the hospital. By the time we arrived to the birthing unit, the pain increased. When we checked in, we told them that my contractions were 3 minutes apart, they told us to wait in the \u201cwaiting area\u201d. DID THEY HEAR ME? I was 3 minutes apart and in some serious pain. As time passed on, in what seemed like hours, they finally took me in to the triage room (approximately 8am). While waiting there for a doctor to see me, the pain got worse and worse. At this point, it was close to a 7 on my pain scale (see above). When the resident doctor finally came in to see me, she checked how far I had dilated. She exclaimed that I was 4cm dilated which was pretty good. I was pretty much incoherent at this point. Anytime anyone asked me if we had any questions, all me and my husband kept on saying was \u201cwhen can we get the epidural\u201d. When the contractions came, I was on my hands and knees. The pain was just too much to bare. My poor husband, tried to console me, but anytime he put his hand on my back, I felt like he was pushing. So I finally just blurted out \u201cplease don\u2019t touch me\u201d. Okay, okay, what I really said was \u201cDON\u2019T TOUCH ME!\u201d<\/p>\n

I was finally told that I would be moving to my birthing room. My mother-in-law was the first to arrive to the hospital, and she helped John lead me to the room. I hardly remember the walk from the triage room to the labour room. I was experiencing so much pain; it was easier to close my eyes. All I kept thinking was \u201cI\u2019m never having another one again\u201d. Yes, going into labour makes you say and do a lot of crazy things! (Btw\u00a0\u2013 I can\u2019t wait to have another child). Once we arrived to my room, I went to the washroom during my contractions. I felt it made the pain a little easier sitting on the toilet. And also, I felt it hid my screams. The thing is, I must have been in such a mess because next thing I know, I\u2019m pushing the \u201cpanic\u201d button on the wall. I don\u2019t know what I must have been thinking (I probably wasn\u2019t thinking), but it said \u201cpush in case of emergency\u201d. Well \u2013 the pain was so unbearable; I felt it was an emergency! And so, I pushed it. Next thing I know, a dozen nurses are rushing into my room and bathroom to help me. But to their surprise, everything was fine. I was just having contraction pains. They were very sweet and explained to me that I shouldn\u2019t push the button unless it was a REAL emergency. OOOPS!<\/p>\n

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Loving the epidural<\/p><\/div>\n

FINALLY \u2013 the best thing happened. Around 9 or 10 am, the anesthesiologist walked into my labour and delivery room. He told me that I have to be very still when they inject me. I just cried back \u201cI can\u2019t, I can\u2019t, it hurts too much\u201d as my husband held my body while I was sitting on the bed. Next thing I know, they were all done. I couldn\u2019t stop thanking the anesthesiologist. At this point in the game, he was my hero. Not my nurse, not my doctor, and not my husband \u2013 but the anesthesiologist!! From here on out, my labour was a \u201cwalk in the park\u201d. I laid in bed; my parents were there with me, my mother-in-law, and my very supportive and understanding husband. We talked, told jokes, took some pictures, just passing time. I remember that I even asked them at one point if they were bored!?!? I finally felt, \u201cokay, I can do this!\u201d<\/p>\n

I was so numb from the epidural, that at one point, I asked my husband to move my leg for me. He said that it felt wet. I said that I had wondered if my water broke. We called the nurse in and she checked and confirmed that in fact it had broken. She then said that if I\u2019m feeling it, I can start pushing at any time. After about 15 minutes or so, I decided that I was ready to push. Everyone left the room except for my mom and husband (which was pre-arranged). John stood by me, while my mom was at the \u201creceiving\u201d end. After a few minutes, my mother-in-law ran into the room and asked if she could stay in as well. I didn\u2019t care, and said \u201csure\u201d. She was on the side and as quiet as can be.<\/p>\n

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My pushing team<\/p><\/div>\n

Besides, my mom was screaming \u201cPUSH, PUSH, PUSH\u201d so loud, nothing else could have distracted me. I remember I wanted to get the baby out so much just so my mom could stop yelling \u201cpush\u201d. At least it worked! And after an hour or so of pushing, Kyle Joshua Fitzpatrick had arrived at 4:12pm, Monday September 20, 2010 weighing in at just less than 7 pounds.<\/p>\n

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He’s here!<\/p><\/div>\n

The Doctor put him on me immediately, and I just couldn\u2019t believe it. I think I went into shock. The person that was inside of me for 10 months was finally on me, and I got to see him (sort of, since I was still lying down on the bed, it was hard to \u201creally\u201d see him). John became a dad the moment Kyle was out. He couldn\u2019t stop saying \u201che\u2019s so cute\u201d. It was the sweetest thing in the world. I was still taking it all in. And to be honest, I still am taking it all in. There\u2019s day\u2019s where I have to remind myself that I\u2019m a mother, and that Kyle\u2019s MY son! He\u2019s over 15 months now and when he turned 1, it was bitter-sweet. We both survived the first year, me knowing less than I ever thought I knew, and him growing and learning daily. It was the most amazing celebration. Watching my baby grow into a toddler is definitely the most humbling experience I\u2019ve ever had!<\/p>\n

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