Finn Warren Wilson

I never write blog posts, but birth stories are memories I never want to forget. So if my blog is just a whole bunch of birth stories, I'm sorry! 

Where to even begin... Awaiting Finns birth was way more difficult than Harvey's. Harvey came unexpectedly 4 weeks early and I never had a moment to get overly anxious. Finn also came early (according to some doctors... they changed my due date half way through because of baby's size) so I had a due date of July 24 and August 10. 

By 34 weeks I had already been having months of consistent Braxton Hicks contractions and was convinced we'd have another early baby.  So at my appointment I asked if they would do a cervical check to see if we could get any better aidea. I was dilated to a 2 already and in my naive mind I thought "wow, this will be happening soon!"  for reasons I have no idea why, I started rethinking my decisions on getting an epidural and started researching natural birth. I talked to a lot of women who had experienced this, including my sister who had done both epidurals and naturals births. She answered so many of my questions and pointed me towards videos and other people to talk to to answer my questions. I came to the conclusion that a natural birth would be best for me and my baby this time around. I'm still not against having an epidural in the future, I just felt this was what was best for me and Finn. From that day on I spent almost every free minute reading and researching. I was nervous! But excited at the same time.  I felt I needed to switch to a midwife rather than my regular OBGYN, which came along with switching hospitals. Ha my whole entire plan had changed just weeks before my due date. I kind of felt insane, but felt it was right. 

I started seeing a group of midwives, and that confirmed even more to me that this was the right thing to do. They we're so nice and supportive. My 36 week appt I was dilated to a 4 and effaced 80%. We all thought it would only be days now until we got to meet sweet Finn. Especially because of my history. I got all packed up and started arranging babysitters for Harvey to be "on call" when the time came. 

Long story short, after a false alarm to the hospital and another check up now at a SIX and NINETY percent effaced, and  a week had gone by and I was still pregnant. I was beginning to be frustrated. I knew it was probably best for the baby to stay inside for another week or so but these contractions were getting pretty dang annoying and I was pretty sure the first due date (of July 24) was the accurate one. So he should be ready right?!! We spent every day walking and walking and walking until I wanted to die. Ha just trying to get my contractions to pick up and give us our baby! 

Then the beloved day came... We went on a walk to Stewart Falls with Harvey crossing our fingers the uphill walk would work in our favor. Got home and I was too lazy to cook dinner so I sent Scottie across the street to Maceys for a frozen Pizza. I was changing into some basketball shorts and a giant t shirt (the usual) when my water just burst! I was standing in the bathroom with Harvey and he looks up at me confused and asks... "Pee pee?" I was so thrilled. And then terrified. I knew that being so progressed this baby could literally come any second. I frantically called Scottie to get home ASAP and called his mom Gwen to come get Harvey. We made it to the hospital and I still was only having the normal contractions, so I was feeling a bit confused. A nurse came in and tested the fluid to make sure it was amniotic. I joked with her asking if many girls came in "thinking" their water had broken, but hadn't? Apparently it's more common than I thought. Aaaand I didn't help that statistic... When the results came back in she informed me that the fluid was not amniotic. I was dying inside. Did I seriously just pee my pants and go to the hospital?! I was so irritated at myself. Since I was dilated so far they told me I could stay an hour or so and just see if anything happened. (I think they were just trying to be nice). Contractions stayed regular but didn't get any stronger. They came back in and checked me again and I was a 6 1/2 but they needed to call my midwife to get a second opinion. Becky showed up and my contractions were stronger than they had ever been, yet I was still barely progressed from when I arrived. I was terrified to go home and not make it back. I just had this horrible feeling that if we left, the baby would not be born at the hospital. Becky gave me the option of breaking my water for me to hopefully get me going while at a hospital, but warned me that once my water was broken, the baby had to be born within a certain amount of time or there was risk of infection. Which would mean being out on Pitocin to speed things up. I was not wanting Pitocin this time around for multiple reasons and this made my decision very difficult. We talked and she let me think about it for a few minutes before coming back. Me and Scottie both felt we needed to stay at the hospital and that if she broke my water everything would be fine. 

Decision was made. The plan was to break my water and then move me to a larger room with a tub. I planned to labor in the tub, but get out for the actual birth. We also wanted to record the birth (just a PG view of course) so we were going to set up the camera once we moved to our new room. She broke my water and SECONDS after I was hit with the most intense contraction. So THIS is what labor feels like! I was holding on to the bed rails for dear life and just trying to breath. My midwife gave me some counter pressure on my knees that was seriously a miracle. I was able to endure them just a little bit better. After two gut wrenching contractions I was screaming. And I mean screaming. I guess it was just my release of the pain. Haha *side note: my screaming actually influenced a girl down the hall to get an epidural. I felt the urge to push. Becky checked me and gave me the ok! I was at a ten within about five minutes of my water being broken the baby had descended and was ready to be born. I obviously wasnt able to move rooms so the nurses brought all of the equipment into this room. I pushed through two more contractions and my baby was born. (8 minutes of labor has gotta be a record) It was the craziest experience I've ever gone through by far, but it was also amazing! Our bodies are pretty cool. Being handed those fresh little babes from heaven cannot be topped. Such a flood of happiness/gratitude and relief. Ha me and Scottie cuddled our new baby for about 40 minutes before they came in and bathed him and got us moved to a recovery room. I was able to walk and felt fantastic even minutes after he was born. So great. 

They say labor gets faster and faster with each baby. And with that, I am terrified for my next. We may need to train Scottie how to deliver a child...

Finn Warren Wilson

July 31 2015

12:08am

7 lbs 1 oz 

20" long 

He is now one month old and we adore this sweet guy!