Well after a week and a half at home with my sweet baby boy I am finally sitting down to write his birth story.
Being that this is a birth story it might be a little long and have a little to much TMI for some people, BUT it's a story I will cherish forever and something I never want to forget.
Camden's birth story starts on Monday, August 5th.
We were scheduled to be induced Monday morning and had to be at the hospital by 4 a.m., so we woke up around 2 o'clock and headed to the hospital at 3 o'clock (because it took us about 45 minutes to get there.)
Once we got to the hospital, they admitted us and we were sent to the labor and delivery wing. After I got hooked up to all the IVs, they checked my cervix (I was already dilated to 3 cm) and started my pitocin. Then we sat and waited. At 7 my OBGYN came in and broke my water. At this point I was still dilated to 3 cm. My doctor was confidant that we would have a baby by lunch, I wasn't as confidant. I knew that since this was my first pregnancy it would probably take longer.
We also went ahead and got an epidural at this point because once my water was broken, I wasn't allowed to leave my bed AND that was the only reason I was waiting.
I had hoped that once my contractions got stronger I would be able to walk around to ease the pain and help labor progress, but my nurses informed me once my water broke I was stuck in bed....
After I received my epidural I felt no pain at all below my waist, it was heaven. Contractions are no joke and I was feeling every one of them up until that point.
Around nine all of our family started arriving and all I could think about was food, I was STARVING, I hadn't had anything to eat since dinner the night before.. Also around this time my nurses checked my cervix again, I was 4 cm dilated. Not much progress, but as least we were improving. Then we sat and waited and talked. My family helped keep my mind off labor and I didn't even notice how long my labor was actually taking....we were up to hour 5 at this point.
Around 11 o'clock I started noticing my contractions more and more. My toes weren't tingly like they were when I first received my epidural and I had a lot of moment in my legs...at one point my nurse even commented on how much I was able to move around. Then my mother-in-law noticed some water on the floor, only it wasn't water...
Yup, your thinking right, it was my medicine. Somehow my anesthesiologist forgot to hook my epidural medicine into my IV and it was dripping onto the floor instead of in my body. My poor nurse (who I loved) felt terrible and immediately got him back into the room, where he promptly pushed medicine right into my back and started my drip again...this time correctly. About 5 minutes later I was pain free and a happy camper .
Around lunch my doctor recommended that I get monitored internally, they wanted to monitor the baby's heartbeat and to see how strong my contractions were. Because I wasn't progressing as quickly as my doctor's would have liked me to and our little man's heartbeat wasn't cooperating.
His little heartbeat would get really low, sometimes it would drop down into the 100's and then go back up to the 130's.
If my contractions weren't strong enough, that meant more pitocin. If my contractions were strong enough, but not helping me progress we would have to consider a c-section. I didn't want a c-section. I was very adamant about having this baby natural. Since I was already being induced I wanted to a vaginal birth so bad!
So the plan was to monitor me for 45 minutes and then see where we should go from there. Those were the longest 45 minutes of my life, and we just prayed and prayed that I would progress before the doctor came back and checked me again.
At 1 o'clock I got checked again and I was still 4 cm, closer to 5 cm...9 hours of labor and I had only progressed one maybe two cm. My worst fears had come true, my doctor told me we would have to proceed with a c-section and I LOST IT. I had a break down, I couldn't stop crying and my body wouldn't stop shaking. I felt like I had failed my baby, and I was terrified of surgery. Corey was such a trooper because he held it together (at least on the outside) and reassured my everything would be okay.

In what seemed like seconds the prepped me for surgery and wheeled my back to the OR. They asked Corey to get dressed (in precious blue scrubs) and wait outside until they came and got him. Once inside the OR they moved me from one bed to the other, put a drape up at my waist, and made both of my arms stretch out beside me. All the while I was just trying to keep it together and not have a panic attack, I remember trying to distract myself and doing a terrible job of it. After what felt like hours, Corey was finally back by my side and I instantly felt such relief. Corey did such an amazing job of reassuring me, telling me he loved me, and distracting me during the entire operation. I couldn't of made it through without this his love and support.
Before I even realized what was happening the doctors had already started, and I only know that because they told me to get ready for pressure. They said it would feel like an elephant was sitting on my chest, only I never felt the pressure....I was too drugged at this point. Then the doctor yelled "boy, 14:14" and they asked Corey if he wanted to see his son. I remember my doctor telling me, there was no way I would have been able to have him on my own. He head and shoulders were too big, and that we had made the right decision. At this point I was balling my eyes out, everything was okay, our baby boy was here and he was perfectly healthy!
After what felt like forever, Corey brought our precious baby boy over. He wasn't crying at all, he looked so content in his daddy's arms. I am pretty sure I feel in love with that man all over again.
It was the single greatest moment of my entire life.
Camden was finally here, this tiny baby had just came out of me and I couldn't believe how much I loved him already.
His birth didn't got how we prayed and planned for, but I wouln't change it for the world. I will never forget those first few moments of his life. It is a moment in time I will never forget and I am so grateful to Corey and our wonderful nurses that were able to capture it on camera.
Happy Birthday Sweet Baby Boy, We Love You More Than You Will Ever Know!