Benjamin Ryder was born on October 8th at 3:54am via Emergency C-Section after 24 hours of labor. On October 7th I woke up around 3:30am and felt like my water had broke. I tried to go back to bed but I knew something was happening. I went downstairs and logged into my work computer to try to finish some things up quickly. I started having contractions sitting in the kitchen. They felt like bad cramps, uncomfortable but manageable. At about 7:30am, I had Andy call the OB because I was still leaking and wanted to know if we should go to the hospital or wait at home until the contractions got worse. Due to the possibility of infection after your water breaks, they said to come in. We went to the hospital and went up to maternity. They admitted me and hooked me up to the monitors to track my contractions and the babies heart rate. Things were pretty calm for the next few 3 hours or so and then a switch flipped and my contractions suddenly became unbearable. I all but begged for the epidural at this point. Anesthesia came in and I was really scared to get it but knew I couldn’t handle the pain anymore. It turned out, at least for me, that the epidural was completely painless. A few minutes after it was done, all the pain of the contractions went away, it was an incredible feeling. However, following the epidural it was hard to get my pulse and blood pressure under control so there was constant monitoring and barely any time without people in the room. We definitely didn’t get any time to relax or rest. I was dilating very slowly but eventually reached 9 and then 10 centimeters. I even started to push! Then all of a sudden, Ben’s heart rate started to fall and things went from calm to very scary incredibly quickly. Before I even knew what was happening, I was being wheeled off to surgery. That was one of the scariest moments of my life, knowing I was going to have surgery and worrying about the baby. As I was wheeled into the OR, I kept asking for Andy. They said that he was getting ready but could only be in the room if I didn’t need to go under general anesthesia. The surgeon tested my pain response and I was still able to feel pain on my right side so they told me they had to put me under in order to control my pain and that Andy couldn’t be in the room. The next thing I know is that I woke up alone, without my baby or husband, not really knowing what had happened. I asked if the baby was okay and they said he was great. This didn’t ease my mind much since I couldn’t see him. At some point I was brought into the room were I had been laboring and I finally saw Andy, where I asked him immediately about the baby. It turns out that Andy had gotten to hold the baby and was able to confirm everything was okay. There are a lot of not-so-flattering pictures of me at this point, still under the effects of Anesthesia and very out of it. Eventually, the baby was put on my chest, but to be honest, I don’t really remember this, which makes me sad. I feel like I missed his entire birth. I keep telling myself that he got here safely, even though it wasn’t how we planned.
He is the most perfect, adorable baby and I truly cannot believe that Andy and I created him and that he is ours. We are beyond lucky.