Beautiful Cesarean Birth at Rose Hospital
Last year I had the honor of being both the doula and birth photographer for a joy filled cesarean birth at Rose Medical Center in Denver, Colorado. From the first phone call to today, I have been in awe of this family’s approach to life and love. Their story will always be close to my heart, but it is best told by them. Please enjoy mama’s words…and take a few minutes to really read them. Birth CAN look like this.
Happy One Year Birthday, sweet A. xoxo
Dearest A:
It’s been almost two weeks since your beautiful arrival and I can’t help but wonder where the time has gone. Some days have been long, but the hours and minutes are so short (unless you’re refusing to latch or I’m falling asleep while nursing you at 4am - those minutes are long). Being your mama is already the greatest joy of my life. I am the luckiest. You’re in my arms right now, slowly waking up with baby sneezes and nuzzles closer to my chest, your big blue eyes fluttering as you decide whether it’s time to be awake or asleep. Your little nose is slightly congested because of Colorado’s dry climate and you’re making the most adorable grunting sounds every few minutes. Your mouth is opening and closing as you lick your lips, anticipating your next nursing session.
I want to tell you all about the day you were born before the detailed memories fade away because the day you were born was the most amazing day ever. I want you to know that Daddy and I had so much fun celebrating your birth and welcoming you Earth-side. Let’s start from the beginning...
Before Your Birthday
After a close call with general anesthesia when I was a baby, I always expected to have unmedicated, vaginal births - I didn’t think I had any other option. However, starting around 28 weeks, I felt what I thought was your little noggin just below my right rib cage. As the weeks went by, I started to feel what I thought was your booty under my left rib cage, and at my 34 week appointment, my/our OB confirmed that you were in a transverse presentation. I began doing inversions, saw an acupuncturist for two weeks, and practiced smelly moxibustion every day for 10 days straight, as I had heard that the combination was super effective at moving babies into a Cephalic (head down) presentation. You weren’t having it! At 36 weeks, when you were still somewhere between transverse and breech, I started 7 days of adjustments a la the Webster Technique - another method well known to turn breech babies. I loved the daily pops and stretches, but at my 37 week appointment, you still hadn’t budged. Our OB suggested we try an External Cephalic Version (ECV) to see if the doctors could manually turn you and Daddy and I decided to give it a go. We had a detailed ultrasound before we were admitted to the hospital for the outpatient ECV procedure. The OB who performed the ECV was gentle and kind; she encouraged me to get a spinal block to both see how I would respond to the anesthetic and because ECVs performed with anesthesia have a higher rate of success than those without. The spinal went well, but after one attempt to turn you, your heart rate dropped drastically, from 140 to 55. The doctors quickly moved me around to stabilize you, but told me they couldn’t try to turn you again. While I was recovering, my blood pressure and oxygen saturation dropped, which caused your heart rate to drop again, so the doctors decided I should stay at the hospital overnight so that they could keep an eye on us. We did well that night and we were discharged around 8am. Three days later, our OB called me and we scheduled your belly birth.
I was afraid of the surgery that would bring you to us, but knew it was the best option and trusted that you knew that all along. I wasn’t disappointed in myself or upset that we needed a cesarean, but I also wanted your birthday to be special - not just a medical procedure. Although I had made mellow and upbeat birthing playlists a few weeks earlier, neither of them felt quite right for the occasion. So, the night before you were born, while I soaked in a bubble bath, Daddy and I decided to make a playlist of the #1 songs from the Billboard Top 100 (published weekly), going back to 1990. This playlist was fascinating and diverse: Mariah Carey, Prince, Boyz II Men, Eminem, Owl City...and the list goes on.
Your Birthday
I had been given instructions to begin a clear liquid diet eight hours before your scheduled birth and to drink 12 ounces of Gatorade four hours before. This meant no food after 4am - yikes! When I woke up to go to the bathroom at 2:30am, I grabbed a handful of pretzels and ate them in the dining room before crawling back into bed.
Daddy and I woke up around 8 and began putzing around. We finished packing for the hospital, I took a long shower and did my hair and makeup, Daddy played with your big doggy sister and ran to 7-Eleven to get me some purple G2, and before we knew it, it was time to leave for the hospital.
On our way to the hospital, Daddy and I decided to guess how much you would weigh. At our 37 week ultrasound, the tech had estimated you were 6 lbs 8 oz, plus or minus half a pound. Daddy guessed you would weigh 6 lbs 8 oz, while I guessed you would weigh 7 lbs 2 oz. Daddy taught me about “The Price is Right Rule” and we decided we’d apply it - the closest weight guess that didn’t go over would “win” (bragging rights).
We pulled in to the valet circle about 10 minutes before we were scheduled to meet Lindsey, our doula and photographer. We awkwardly handed the car keys off to the valet, grabbed the diaper bag and my purse, and went inside the hospital’s main lobby. At 11am we headed upstairs to the Rose Babies entrance to check in. On our way up, a new mama asked if we were coming to tour the hospital - Daddy and I laughed and said nope, we’re here to have a baby!
Lindsey arrived while we were waiting for a nurse to escort us back to Labor and Delivery, and just a few minutes later, we were walking down the hall to the triage room where we would spend the next five hours. A few nurses came in, an IV was placed in my right arm, and I began receiving fluids. Then, the nurse saw me reach for my water and she panicked and asked if I had been drinking water the whole time. I told her I hadn’t had any water since a few sips around 10:00, but even that was a big no-no, so we had to push everything back from 1pm to 4pm. The anesthesiologist who I saw for the ECV was working on your birthday; I was relieved when she came in to tell me why we needed to delay and share that she’d be placing my spinal block again. Mama was hungryyyy and thirsty, but we had to be safe, so it was okay with me that I couldn’t eat. Daddy was pretty frustrated that my instructions didn’t say to stop drinking water (they actually said to stay well hydrated!), but after the initial frustration dissipated, we settled in with some good music and diffused yummy essential oils to keep the mood light.
A few minutes after 4 o’clock, our OB came into my room to let me know she was there, ask if I had any last minute questions, and generally check in. I asked if she wanted in on the weight guessing game and she enthusiastically said yes! We told her about the other guesses so far, mine and Daddy’s, and also Lindsey’s (6 lbs 3 oz) and the anesthesiologist’s (6 lbs 8 oz). Our OB was pretty serious about her guess - she reclined my bed so she could feel you inside my belly, and then she guessed 7 lbs 4 oz. After she sat me up, she said she was going to scrub in and would see me in a few minutes.
At that point, everything seemed to happen SO fast! A nurse gave me a blanket to wrap around my shoulders so I didn’t flash my booty at anybody in the hall (I’m pretty sure I told them I didn’t care if I did, but they insisted) and Daddy pressed play on our playlist. We danced into the OR to “No Diggity” - the nurses were cracking up about both the music and our dance moves.
We paused briefly outside the OR and then walked in; the rest of your birth team patiently waited for us. I ditched the blanket, sat down on the table, and hugged a pillow while Daddy and our OB held me as the anesthesiologist expertly placed my spinal block. I felt a little afraid, but knew we were surrounded by love and soon you would be in my arms. I spun around, laid back, and we quadruple checked that the anesthetic had worked. I could wiggle my toes, so I was sure it hadn’t, but sure enough, it had. I heard the doctors call “4:25” - it was go time!
The next seven minutes were a whirlwind. I felt nauseous and dizzy on and off, but our CRNA was a champ and gave me medicine to help me feel better almost before I could finish telling him why I felt yucky to begin with. As Boyz II Men’s hit song “I’ll Make Love To You” played on the speaker, I heard our OB call “4:32” and knew you were here. You cried the most beautiful cry I’ve ever heard, and after 60 seconds when the doctors clamped your umbilical cord, you were placed in THE most snazzy tube top, right on my chest. You had the most amazing, cheesy vernix all over your legs and feet, and you nestled right up next to me, as if you knew you were home. You held my finger and gave it a really good squeeze, telling me, “Yes mama, I’m real and I’m here. Hi, nice to meet you on the outside.” Daddy and I couldn’t believe you were here - we made you, perfect you. Daddy bent over, kissed us both, and told me he had never thought I was more beautiful than I was in that moment.
The neonatal nurse tried to bring you to the baby station to weigh you and do all the newborn baby jazz, but I told her I wasn’t ready. She came back a second time about five minutes later and Daddy told her, “Not yet!” Finally, when she came back a third time, I kissed your little head and let the nurse take you for a few minutes. Daddy cut your umbilical cord while I asked our OB if she had decided to give me stitches or staples, yet (she told me it’d be a game time decision). She said she had decided on stitches, and just a few seconds later you cried and you weren’t in my arms, and for the first time, a tear fell down my face. You felt an ouchie and I couldn’t comfort you, but luckily, Daddy could and did. I heard the nurse call “8 - 9” and yelled, “No way she weighs 8 lbs!!” That’s when I learned you weighed 6 lbs 5 oz, were 19.5” long, and had APGAR scores of 8 and 9.
While the doctors finished stitching me up, the nurses swaddled you and handed you to Daddy to meet me in the recovery room.
Just a few minutes after you left the OR with Daddy, I was wheeled into recovery to be with you. You were placed on my chest, under the blankies, and we laid there heart to heart while I smelled your head, begged to eat, and tried to move my legs. After about half an hour in recovery, we tried to help you latch to nurse for the very first time. My girl, you were a champ! I was blown away by how quickly we (sort of) figured out what to do. As the feeling began to come back to my legs over the next hour, you nursed occasionally and slept a lot, Daddy repeatedly asked if I could eat pretzels yet, and Lindsey rubbed my feet. I was on cloud nine!
Around 8:15, we moved to the Postpartum Unit where we spent the next three nights. We had the most amazing nurse the first two nights. On our first night, she taught Daddy and me lots of diaper changing tricks, helped Daddy make his bed, and compassionately answered all of my breastfeeding questions. While Daddy napped between your nursing/diaper changing sessions, I stared at you in awe. Daddy kept telling me to sleep and I knew I should, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off you. I didn’t want to miss one second, so we pulled our first all nighter. You were sort of a party pooper and slept the whole time, but it was still the greatest night of my life.
And then...
We began the most amazing journey ever. This past year has been full of more love, joy, sincerity, and laughter than I thought possible. You are the happiest baby and bring a smile to the face of every person you meet. You are confident, cuddly, brave, inquisitive, and so very smart. One day before I met you, I wrote you a letter that said, “You are a gift: a shining reminder of all that is right and good in life.” I meant those words then and I mean them now. I love you so much, sweet girl. Thank you for making me a mama.
IT WOULD BE AN HONOR TO DOCUMENT YOUR BIRTH STORY.
Hi Friends! My name is Lindsey Eden. I am a Birth Photographer & Videographer and a Birth & Postpartum Doula serving Denver, Colorado and surrounding areas.
I am social, love connecting with new people, talking birth, laughter and will probably have my camera in hand (or close by) if we meet in person.
This work is my calling. This is my bliss. I would be honored to connect with you and support you along this journey.
