Now that Layla is a month old I'm feeling guilty about the lack of posts. Many of you have been asking about her birth story so I'll start there.
At my 37 week appointment we were expecting just another typical check-up. However, it didn't take long to learn that the baby had decided to turn breech. Since it is very unusual (less than 4% of babies) for a baby to switch positions at this stage of pregnancy you can only imagine that we (Dr. included) were very surprised. After a quick sonogram to confirm the baby's position and a long discussion about potential options we decided to schedule an ECV (manually turning the baby from a breech to head-down position). The following Monday we checked in to the hospital at 6:30 am to have the ECV. Much to our surprise this active baby had already decided to turn and was in the head-down position. Of course we were thrilled to not have to endure the ECV procedure but little did we know it was only the beginning.
Two days later I had my 38 week appointment. Everything seemed to be checking out OK and then I heard the words no pregnant woman wants to hear from their doctor... "oh no". Once again baby had decided to turn breech. After another quick ultrasound to confirm the baby's position we talked through the options available to us:
1) We could wait to go into labor naturally and hope the baby had turned back to head down position.
2) We could wait to go into labor naturally and if baby was still breech we could attempt a vaginal breech delivery (several potential complications with this and not a very common option in the U.S.)
3) We could schedule a c-section (my least favorable option)
4) We could schedule another ECV and if the baby was successfully turned then we would immediately be induced into labor to ensure the baby stayed head-down.
After much prayer and talking to family and friends we decided to go for option #4.
The following Monday, August 23rd, we were admitted to the hospital at 6:30 am to attempt the ECV and you'll never guess what.....baby was back in the head down position (stubborn baby). The nurse came in to get my IV started and at 7:15 am (less than 30 minutes later) "our little gymnast" decided once again that she preferred the breech position. Seriously???
At this point our Dr. had discussed the situation with the on-call Dr. and one of the OB/GYN's on duty. They decided collaboratively that this baby had an "unstable lie" and attempting a vaginal birth was highly discouraged (the main concern was the potential for a cord prolapse). They highly suggested a c-section to avoid all potential risks associated with this "unstable lie". Our doctor prayed with us and then left the room so Mike and I could discuss our options. Immediately Mike said "I think we need to have a c-section". I can't really explain what I was feeling but I felt a complete sense of peace as I felt God speaking to me saying we were NOT suppose to have the c-section and to move forward with the vaginal birth attempt. That's a lot to swallow as a mom knowing that ultimately this decision was in my hands.
Around 11 am my parents showed up at the hospital and shortly thereafter Mike's mom arrived.
At 1 pm I was given an epidural and taken to the operating room to attempt the ECV. The procedure took about 10 seconds and was successful. Immediately they broke my water and then we had to wait in the OR for an hour so they could monitor the baby's heart rate. About 10-15 minutes later I had a drastic drop in blood pressure (70/30). They immediately leaned my bed back to balance my blood flow and shortly thereafter everything normalized. In the mean time, Mike was literally laying on the floor feeling light-headed and woozy. I can't help but to laugh now as we were both looking pretty bad there for a brief period of time.
At 1:40 pm I was administered Pitocin to get my contractions started. I was dilated to 4 cm.
At 2:30 pm baby, mom (and even dad's) heart rates looked good so we were moved back to our labor/delivery room.
5 pm - 5 cm
7 pm - 7-8 cm
7:20 pm - 8-9 cm
7:40 pm - 9-10 cm
8:17 pm - Doctor came in and I started pushing
8:32 pm - Layla Faith Richardson was born at 7lbs. 15.5 oz and 19.5 inches.
(Upon entering the world and not wanting to go unnoticed, Layla decided to turn one last time from head facing down to head facing up)
The following day Layla was introduced to her "Big Sister".
I can honestly say that when they placed Layla in my arms she slipped into my heart.
Our family has truly been blessed in more ways than one (literally)!
