Hello everyone! After all the anticipation, our little prince Christian Tân was finally born on Easter Eve, weighing 6 lbs 15 oz and 20.5 inches tall. He’s half Vietnamese, 1/4 Filipino and 1/4 Italian. Since his arrival he has changed our lives in every possible way and it feels so wonderful to finally be able to hold him. We’re still in awe every time we look at him. I seriously don’t know how my 4’11 frame was able to fit him. I have to say that after experiencing pregnancy and especially labor, I have a new-found appreciation for all mothers. It’s incredible and amazing what a woman goes through to create these little life miracles.
I remember when the due date came and nothing happened, I was really sad. Although the due date was just an estimation, I was hoping to deliver sooner rather than later. I know I made it look seemingly easy, but carrying around an extra 40 lbs had started to take a toll on my body. I’m not sure why but as soon as I hit the 40th week mark, everything just hurt significantly more. Since we already missed the due date, our doctor scheduled an induction the week after.
As fate would have it, 3 days after my original due date I woke up with the most painful contractions that literally shook me right out of my dreams. At first we thought they were just Braxton Hicks contractions, so I tried my best to bear the pain and went back to sleep. An hour later the contractions were getting stronger and occurring closer together, about 5 minutes apart. Although my water hadn’t broken yet and I had no other physical signs of an impending labor beside the contractions, we decided to head to the hospital anyway.
As soon as I was admitted, things started to roll pretty fast. The nurse confirmed that I was going into labor, although she warned me I still had a ways to go since I had only dilated 1 cm (I needed to dilate 10 cm). To speed up dilation, I was giving medication to increase the contractions. At one point, the contractions were so strong and happening so closely together that they caused my baby heart rate to slow down significantly. I remember I was just talking to my husband when an army of nurses and doctors rushed in and started working on the IV and changing my body position. At first I was confused but when I realized what was happening I started to cry uncontrollably. I was so scared for our baby. With God’s blessing and nurses’ and doctors’ quick actions, his heart rate recovered and the wait continued.
After 24 hours had passed since we checked in, I was ready to deliver…naturally. I had been waiting for this moment while at the same time dreading it. We all know delivery isn’t sexy. It’s an inevitable hurdle and I was looking forward it to be over as soon as it started. Going into delivery, I felt confident because I had an epidural. Unfortunately, the epidural had slowly wore off and I could feel every bit of pain in my neck, back and legs with every push. It was so incredibly painful and ironically, nothing about it was unexpected to me.
After almost three hours of pushing and we still couldn’t get his head pass my pelvic bone, I was told I needed to have a C-section. At first I quickly turned it down and insisted on pushing some more, even though my body had already given up. Throughout the entire pregnancy I had anticipated a natural delivery. Knowing how long it’d take to recover from a C-section, I knew it was not an option for me. I was very disappointed and upset. In fact, I felt like a failure. Was it because I didn’t push hard enough? Or because I didn’t push correctly? As hard as I tried each time, I just remembered the nurse telling me she needed more from me. I already gave everything I had. I had a million reasons why I felt bad for myself, but knowing that a C-section was the best option for my baby, I decided to move forward with it.
Within minutes of making that decision, I could hear my baby’s cries. Hearing him for the first time was the most beautiful thing I’ve heard. It no longer mattered at that point how he arrived. The fact that he arrived and was healthy, nothing else seemed to matter to me.
It’s been a week and I’m making good progress in my recovery. I’m not gonna lie though, the incision hurts a lot! I have so much water pumped into me during labor that my feet still look like rising loafs of bread. LOL! My husband has been such a rock throughout this entire process and he’s been absolutely amazing with our son. Thanks to him, I have been able to sleep through the night.
Thank you everyone for your gifts, emails and messages of warm wishes. We truly appreciate it and we’re so blessed to have your support.