Hey loves,
I am so beyond excited to share this post with you !! I waited 9 long months for this day, the birth of my beautiful baby boy !! Just typing that out sounds crazy to me, crazy that I have a baby, crazy that I birthed a child...crazy that I was pregnant for 9 wonderful months and crazy that Dillon and I created such a perfect little babe. I am truly, truly blessed beyond my wildest dreams.
Mason Scott was born on November 13th 2014 at 2:57pm.
He weighed 10lbs, 3oz and was 21 1/2 inches long !!
He is thee absolute best thing to ever happen to us and I still can't believe he's ours..We made him, it's insane. The moment he was placed in my arms my world changed, I became his mommy and it is thee best most rewarding job in the world. I truly feel that I was meant to be a mommy, my life has such purpose and I just feel so complete. I still can't believe you're really here Mase. You have stolen my heart, forever and ever.
My Labor & Delivery Story
November 6th, my "due date" had come and gone and the light at the end of the tunnel seemed so far away. I honestly felt like I'd be pregnant forever, Mase was just too comfy in me to ever come out, all these thoughts raced through my mind as I bounced on my ball, walked as much as possible, and prayed that my water would break at any moment...but it didn't..the days passed and November 11th came and went as quickly as the 6th had, still with no baby. The 11th was my original "due date" and we had thought, "well since he didn't come on the 6th, he must be due the 11th, it's fine.." I had a dr. appointment on the 11th and they scheduled my induction for the 19th if he hadn't come before then. I hoped and prayed he'd come or that I'd go to the dr and have some glorious amount of progress. "You're dialated to a 7, head to the hospital quickly." were the words I was hoping to hear...I got to my appointment only to find out my dr had an emergency at the hospital and couldn't see me until the 12th UGH. Talk about being frustrated. I just wanted to meet my baby and these days were dragggggging on...I went home, bounced and walked and prayed until the next morning..
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At my appointment, the morning of the 12th they took my blood pressure (which had been perfect my entire pregnancy ..) and it was high, well I believe it was a bit high because the nurse asked about my induction and I told her I did NOT want to be induced and I was petrified of having a C-section...I'm almost positive that conversation spiked my blood pressure because my anxiety was through the roof..anyway they were concerned and said that if my blood pressure hadn't gotten lower by the end of the appointment I'd have to go to the hospital. I was now even more scared and anxious and had no idea how the hell I'd get my blood pressure lower, I tend to freak out at everything and this was a HUGE thing...My dr checked me and I was almost fully effaced and 1/2 a centimeter dialated. This was definitely not the news I wanted to hear...however, Mason's head was totally down, so in that aspect I was ready to go ;) They checked my blood pressure a total of 3 times while at the appointment and my blood pressure hadn't lowered, so off to the hospital we went.. I was incredibly scared and as soon as we walked out of the office I burst into tears. My mom and Dillon were so comforting, but I was a mess. I was incredibly nervous and excited but scared I'd have to be induced, petrified of a C-section, nervous to give birth, all of these emotions just came flowing out of me. I don't normally cry or really get emotional unless it's something huge, which this was..but I hate crying in front of anyone so that part sucked...
We were excited though, and headed to the hospital. Thank God for Dillon and my mom. Dill held my hand the entire drive, my mom offered words of comfort, and I tried to just breath and think positive thoughts. It was tough though, I was super scared and had planned this all natural birth, not one where I might have to be induced !! Talk about having no control, ha.
Once at the hospital, they took my blood pressure again and of course, by now it had gone back down to normal..my dr. basically told me that I had two choices, 1. I could go home, wait it out and see what happened, or 2. I could go through with the induction and meet my baby. He felt it was a little riskier to wait it out just because my blood pressure had gone up and I was like 41 weeks along..so we talked it over and I decided I wanted to meet my babe. We headed upstairs and my nerves were a mess...How exciting/scary this all was !! Once in our delivery room they hooked me up to an iv, which I originally did not want, but when you're induced you really have no choice so that was a bummer. My nurse and dr explained everything that was going to happen and then I had another choice, either my dr. could break my water and start the pitocin or I could get this cervical gel stuff, wait like 12 hours and then start pitocin...Option number 2 could help my labor be a tad bit less painful, but it would take longer ( or so we thought. ) I talked with my mom and Dill and decided to have my water broken and start pitocin...At this point I was ready.
My dr. broke my water around 2pm but kept saying " I think I got it," so I was nervous it wasn't actually broken, until I got up to do my makeup and a huge gush of water came pouring out, and kept coming out the entire time haha...also they said it wouldn't hurt and it was quite uncomfortable...Anywho, next came the pitocin, this was started at a very tiny amount and would increase every half hour as needed. I ended up only going up to a 6 so that wasn't bad. I had faint contractions starting, totally bareable. We were all talking and laughing, getting excited to meet Mase. I ate a couple italian ices, took pictures and waited...and waited...and waited...and waited. A few hours I think had gone by and the contractions were more intense but still bareable when my nurse came in to check me. I was convinced I was at least a 5, AT LEAST. I felt it, I felt things had to have been progressing, my body was doing what it was suppose to do.....DUN DUN DUN. I was a 2 !! A FREAKING 2, that's it. UGH. Talk about being bummed out yet again. I couldn't believe it. I literally rolled over and just started crying into my pillow. I couldn't believe all the pain and I was at a 2. Dillon and my mom were both comforting, letting me know it was okay and we'd meet Mase soon, not to stress out or worry. I took a few deep breaths, checked my makeup and kept waiting. The nurse uped my pitocin and contractions became more intense for the next few hours. The dr. popped in here and there, we went over my birth plan and they were so AWESOME with making shore we stuck to it as much as possible, minus the whole induction part. Ugh. Anyway, my dr. let me know that we'd probably end up meeting Mase on the 13th instead of the 12th since I was dialating pretty slowly. I was annoyed but still happy knowing that by the next day he'd be here, in my arms...my sweet boy :)
After a few more hours ( sorry my timeline isn't exact, I can't remember exact times, I wish I would of written times down, but when you're in pain it's really the last thing on your mind. ) I was in a lot more pain, really feeling the contractions coming and going, trying to breathe through them and remember with every tight painful contraction my body was getting me one step closer to pushing out my baby...I was checked again and this time I was at a 5 yay !! Pitocin was increased again and so was my pain. I decided I wanted to keep moving. I'd been walking around and staying mobile the entire time so far so I just kept on doing that. I bounced on a huge ball, rocked my hips back and forth, etc...doing all I could to get my baby down the ol' birth canal, haha. At one point I remember sitting on the ball and just seeing all this water on the floor below my feet, SO GROSS. Ugh. I had planned on having my makeup done, staying quiet and looking good throughout my entire labor/delivery, well those ideas shot out the window when the pain became almost unbareable. I cried, moaned, yelled, threw up 3 times...It was so freaking intense you guys. I can hardly explain it but I'm trying my best. I had the worst back labor ever. I called my nurse in to see what I could do for pain OTHER than getting medicine or an epideral and she told me to get on all fours and rock back and forth, continue my breathing, etc. I took her advice but first I wanted her to check me. I was at a 7, FINALLY getting closer but I was in so much freaking pain. It was horrible. I was moaning, crying, gripping the bed, wishing the pain would just stop.
THIS WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. I had watched so many videos, seen so many quick easy births, and this was the opposite, my body hurt so bad. My mind was exhausted, I felt defeated. The back labor was so intense I dreaded every contraction and cried, holding Dillon as my mom rubbed my back with a small exercise peanut ball thing, crying, getting sick. UGH. It was terrible. All I wanted was the pain to stop. I literally felt like my back was ripping in two. This lasted hours. The next time I was checked I was at a 10. THANK YOU JESUS !!!! I had a small fever which ended up being nothing and we were both totally fine, but my dr. told me if Mase came out with a fever the NICU people would be there to take him off to the side to make shore he was okay and we wouldn't be able to do the delayed cord clamping ( something I'd requested on my birth plan. ) I totally understood and just hoped he'd be fine, which he was :)
I was ready to push, ready to meet my sweet baby. I was so happy, so relived. Now the fun could begin, haha. I had the urge to push before my dr. was back in my room, so we started. I felt like I was doing it wrong right away so the nurse helped me. She'd let me know where to push, and it got way better. I felt it, the strong urge that people tell you about. "You'll know when to push, you just know." You really do, it just comes over you and you feel it, you know and you do it. That's what our bodies are created to do, it's all normal. My mom and Dillon were AMAZING. I could not have done any of this without them. I pushed for 2 and a half hours and at one point the dr. asked Dillon if he wanted to look, ( you could see Mase's head full of hair ) I said " no way !!" but Dill looked anyway haha. At one point the dr wasn't there and the nurse was typing and I had to push, Dill ran down between my legs and beacame Dr. Dillon, telling me "come on baby you can do it, push baby." As he held my legs, talk about NOT WHAT I EXPECTED from my big strong man that passes out every time he gets blood drawn haha. He was my rock, by my side the entire time. My love for him is immense.
I had my hospital play list on and remember hearing Adele's Make You Feel My Love right when Mase was coming out, the dr. said "this is the most perfect song to be born to. " -- Love that memory ;)
Finally after 2 and a half hours, thee most pain I have ever felt in my life, Mase was almost out,I had been frustrated because in the beginning I'd push and then he'd come closer but go back in, it was so irritating. Then his shoulders got stuck and the dr. realized how big he really was. I had an episiotomy and I am so glad !! I had read a lot of things beforehand about how bad they were, but after giving birth and having one and then hearing horror stories of others I know who just tore on their own, like front to back I was so happy I'd gotten one. I healed so quickly and everything is completley back to normal !! So thank God for that and my aamzing dr who took his time and knew exactly what he was doing !! Anyway, I remembered yelling out in pain " I can't do it, get him out of me, please hurry." My dr. told me that was the "ring of fire" and he was close to coming out. I was beyond BEYOND exhausted at this point, after laboring 24 hours and pushing 2 1/2 hours, it took everything in me to get him out but I did it. I took all of my strength all of my excitement, all of my energy and love for this baby and I pushed with all of my might, I kept pushing and at one point Dil and my mom were holding my legs back, the nurse was pushing on my stomach and I was pushing so hard. I pushed and pushed until he was out. It was the biggest most rewarding gush of relief ever. He was out, but I glanced up at the ceiling and saw a refelection, he was blue and only cried a tiny bit. I went into full blown panic mode and started crying asking if he was okay. Everyone kept telling me he was okay and everything was fine but I was so paniked and scared that I couldn't stop crying. He was taken over to the side by the NICU nurses and they basically just cleaned out his throat/nose and then he cried, beautiful loud noises that were like music to my ears. Hearing him cry was the best. I accidently looked up at the ceiling agian and saw my placenta being delivered YUCK. I really wish I wouldn't have witnessed that part ha.
They put Mase in my arms and my whole world changed. My heart grew, my life felt complete. I looked at Dillon, who was crying, my mom was crying. I was crying. Mase was perfect, absolutely beautiful. I could not believe this sweet perfect babe was just inside me growing, now here he was in my arms. The emotions I felt were indescribable. There is nothing like giving birth, no feeling like it. It is the most exciting/scary/happy/rewarding/hardest/most amazing experience in the world. Seeing your baby on your chest, in your arms. It's thee best. I was in love, so madly deeply in love with my perfect beautiful babe. I couldn't believe it. We did it !!
Mase was weighed and I couldn't believe it 10lbs 3 oz !! I remember as soon as I pushed him out my mom said "oh my god Veronica he's like a toddler!" haha.
He was perfect, the dr. was so gentle and careful when his shoulders were stuck that he came out perfectly fine. He told us how sometimes drs. rush and the babies are left with shoulders out of the sockets or broken bones, but not our baby. We had thee best, kindest dr. ever and I'll definitely have him deliver my next babies. He was amazing. After delivery I ordered food right away as I was starved. I got french toast, tomato basil soup and two chocolate shakes haha. Then later we moved up to our recovery room and got to enjoy our time as a family :)
I know my labor and delivery didn't go exactly how I had planned, but it's our story and Mase was born safely and perfectly healthy. The slight fever I had did not affect him in anyway, my body created him, carried him, and birthed him the way he was suppose to be and this is our story. I love him with my whole heart and soul, every little piece of me adores him. He's my life and I feel like thee luckiest most blessed mommy in awwwl the world. Dillon and Mase make me complete and I couldn't be happier.
That's our story :)
<3 <3
November 6th, my "due date" had come and gone and the light at the end of the tunnel seemed so far away. I honestly felt like I'd be pregnant forever, Mase was just too comfy in me to ever come out, all these thoughts raced through my mind as I bounced on my ball, walked as much as possible, and prayed that my water would break at any moment...but it didn't..the days passed and November 11th came and went as quickly as the 6th had, still with no baby. The 11th was my original "due date" and we had thought, "well since he didn't come on the 6th, he must be due the 11th, it's fine.." I had a dr. appointment on the 11th and they scheduled my induction for the 19th if he hadn't come before then. I hoped and prayed he'd come or that I'd go to the dr and have some glorious amount of progress. "You're dialated to a 7, head to the hospital quickly." were the words I was hoping to hear...I got to my appointment only to find out my dr had an emergency at the hospital and couldn't see me until the 12th UGH. Talk about being frustrated. I just wanted to meet my baby and these days were dragggggging on...I went home, bounced and walked and prayed until the next morning..
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At my appointment, the morning of the 12th they took my blood pressure (which had been perfect my entire pregnancy ..) and it was high, well I believe it was a bit high because the nurse asked about my induction and I told her I did NOT want to be induced and I was petrified of having a C-section...I'm almost positive that conversation spiked my blood pressure because my anxiety was through the roof..anyway they were concerned and said that if my blood pressure hadn't gotten lower by the end of the appointment I'd have to go to the hospital. I was now even more scared and anxious and had no idea how the hell I'd get my blood pressure lower, I tend to freak out at everything and this was a HUGE thing...My dr checked me and I was almost fully effaced and 1/2 a centimeter dialated. This was definitely not the news I wanted to hear...however, Mason's head was totally down, so in that aspect I was ready to go ;) They checked my blood pressure a total of 3 times while at the appointment and my blood pressure hadn't lowered, so off to the hospital we went.. I was incredibly scared and as soon as we walked out of the office I burst into tears. My mom and Dillon were so comforting, but I was a mess. I was incredibly nervous and excited but scared I'd have to be induced, petrified of a C-section, nervous to give birth, all of these emotions just came flowing out of me. I don't normally cry or really get emotional unless it's something huge, which this was..but I hate crying in front of anyone so that part sucked...
We were excited though, and headed to the hospital. Thank God for Dillon and my mom. Dill held my hand the entire drive, my mom offered words of comfort, and I tried to just breath and think positive thoughts. It was tough though, I was super scared and had planned this all natural birth, not one where I might have to be induced !! Talk about having no control, ha.
Once at the hospital, they took my blood pressure again and of course, by now it had gone back down to normal..my dr. basically told me that I had two choices, 1. I could go home, wait it out and see what happened, or 2. I could go through with the induction and meet my baby. He felt it was a little riskier to wait it out just because my blood pressure had gone up and I was like 41 weeks along..so we talked it over and I decided I wanted to meet my babe. We headed upstairs and my nerves were a mess...How exciting/scary this all was !! Once in our delivery room they hooked me up to an iv, which I originally did not want, but when you're induced you really have no choice so that was a bummer. My nurse and dr explained everything that was going to happen and then I had another choice, either my dr. could break my water and start the pitocin or I could get this cervical gel stuff, wait like 12 hours and then start pitocin...Option number 2 could help my labor be a tad bit less painful, but it would take longer ( or so we thought. ) I talked with my mom and Dill and decided to have my water broken and start pitocin...At this point I was ready.
My dr. broke my water around 2pm but kept saying " I think I got it," so I was nervous it wasn't actually broken, until I got up to do my makeup and a huge gush of water came pouring out, and kept coming out the entire time haha...also they said it wouldn't hurt and it was quite uncomfortable...Anywho, next came the pitocin, this was started at a very tiny amount and would increase every half hour as needed. I ended up only going up to a 6 so that wasn't bad. I had faint contractions starting, totally bareable. We were all talking and laughing, getting excited to meet Mase. I ate a couple italian ices, took pictures and waited...and waited...and waited...and waited. A few hours I think had gone by and the contractions were more intense but still bareable when my nurse came in to check me. I was convinced I was at least a 5, AT LEAST. I felt it, I felt things had to have been progressing, my body was doing what it was suppose to do.....DUN DUN DUN. I was a 2 !! A FREAKING 2, that's it. UGH. Talk about being bummed out yet again. I couldn't believe it. I literally rolled over and just started crying into my pillow. I couldn't believe all the pain and I was at a 2. Dillon and my mom were both comforting, letting me know it was okay and we'd meet Mase soon, not to stress out or worry. I took a few deep breaths, checked my makeup and kept waiting. The nurse uped my pitocin and contractions became more intense for the next few hours. The dr. popped in here and there, we went over my birth plan and they were so AWESOME with making shore we stuck to it as much as possible, minus the whole induction part. Ugh. Anyway, my dr. let me know that we'd probably end up meeting Mase on the 13th instead of the 12th since I was dialating pretty slowly. I was annoyed but still happy knowing that by the next day he'd be here, in my arms...my sweet boy :)
After a few more hours ( sorry my timeline isn't exact, I can't remember exact times, I wish I would of written times down, but when you're in pain it's really the last thing on your mind. ) I was in a lot more pain, really feeling the contractions coming and going, trying to breathe through them and remember with every tight painful contraction my body was getting me one step closer to pushing out my baby...I was checked again and this time I was at a 5 yay !! Pitocin was increased again and so was my pain. I decided I wanted to keep moving. I'd been walking around and staying mobile the entire time so far so I just kept on doing that. I bounced on a huge ball, rocked my hips back and forth, etc...doing all I could to get my baby down the ol' birth canal, haha. At one point I remember sitting on the ball and just seeing all this water on the floor below my feet, SO GROSS. Ugh. I had planned on having my makeup done, staying quiet and looking good throughout my entire labor/delivery, well those ideas shot out the window when the pain became almost unbareable. I cried, moaned, yelled, threw up 3 times...It was so freaking intense you guys. I can hardly explain it but I'm trying my best. I had the worst back labor ever. I called my nurse in to see what I could do for pain OTHER than getting medicine or an epideral and she told me to get on all fours and rock back and forth, continue my breathing, etc. I took her advice but first I wanted her to check me. I was at a 7, FINALLY getting closer but I was in so much freaking pain. It was horrible. I was moaning, crying, gripping the bed, wishing the pain would just stop.
THIS WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. I had watched so many videos, seen so many quick easy births, and this was the opposite, my body hurt so bad. My mind was exhausted, I felt defeated. The back labor was so intense I dreaded every contraction and cried, holding Dillon as my mom rubbed my back with a small exercise peanut ball thing, crying, getting sick. UGH. It was terrible. All I wanted was the pain to stop. I literally felt like my back was ripping in two. This lasted hours. The next time I was checked I was at a 10. THANK YOU JESUS !!!! I had a small fever which ended up being nothing and we were both totally fine, but my dr. told me if Mase came out with a fever the NICU people would be there to take him off to the side to make shore he was okay and we wouldn't be able to do the delayed cord clamping ( something I'd requested on my birth plan. ) I totally understood and just hoped he'd be fine, which he was :)
I was ready to push, ready to meet my sweet baby. I was so happy, so relived. Now the fun could begin, haha. I had the urge to push before my dr. was back in my room, so we started. I felt like I was doing it wrong right away so the nurse helped me. She'd let me know where to push, and it got way better. I felt it, the strong urge that people tell you about. "You'll know when to push, you just know." You really do, it just comes over you and you feel it, you know and you do it. That's what our bodies are created to do, it's all normal. My mom and Dillon were AMAZING. I could not have done any of this without them. I pushed for 2 and a half hours and at one point the dr. asked Dillon if he wanted to look, ( you could see Mase's head full of hair ) I said " no way !!" but Dill looked anyway haha. At one point the dr wasn't there and the nurse was typing and I had to push, Dill ran down between my legs and beacame Dr. Dillon, telling me "come on baby you can do it, push baby." As he held my legs, talk about NOT WHAT I EXPECTED from my big strong man that passes out every time he gets blood drawn haha. He was my rock, by my side the entire time. My love for him is immense.
I had my hospital play list on and remember hearing Adele's Make You Feel My Love right when Mase was coming out, the dr. said "this is the most perfect song to be born to. " -- Love that memory ;)
Finally after 2 and a half hours, thee most pain I have ever felt in my life, Mase was almost out,I had been frustrated because in the beginning I'd push and then he'd come closer but go back in, it was so irritating. Then his shoulders got stuck and the dr. realized how big he really was. I had an episiotomy and I am so glad !! I had read a lot of things beforehand about how bad they were, but after giving birth and having one and then hearing horror stories of others I know who just tore on their own, like front to back I was so happy I'd gotten one. I healed so quickly and everything is completley back to normal !! So thank God for that and my aamzing dr who took his time and knew exactly what he was doing !! Anyway, I remembered yelling out in pain " I can't do it, get him out of me, please hurry." My dr. told me that was the "ring of fire" and he was close to coming out. I was beyond BEYOND exhausted at this point, after laboring 24 hours and pushing 2 1/2 hours, it took everything in me to get him out but I did it. I took all of my strength all of my excitement, all of my energy and love for this baby and I pushed with all of my might, I kept pushing and at one point Dil and my mom were holding my legs back, the nurse was pushing on my stomach and I was pushing so hard. I pushed and pushed until he was out. It was the biggest most rewarding gush of relief ever. He was out, but I glanced up at the ceiling and saw a refelection, he was blue and only cried a tiny bit. I went into full blown panic mode and started crying asking if he was okay. Everyone kept telling me he was okay and everything was fine but I was so paniked and scared that I couldn't stop crying. He was taken over to the side by the NICU nurses and they basically just cleaned out his throat/nose and then he cried, beautiful loud noises that were like music to my ears. Hearing him cry was the best. I accidently looked up at the ceiling agian and saw my placenta being delivered YUCK. I really wish I wouldn't have witnessed that part ha.
They put Mase in my arms and my whole world changed. My heart grew, my life felt complete. I looked at Dillon, who was crying, my mom was crying. I was crying. Mase was perfect, absolutely beautiful. I could not believe this sweet perfect babe was just inside me growing, now here he was in my arms. The emotions I felt were indescribable. There is nothing like giving birth, no feeling like it. It is the most exciting/scary/happy/rewarding/hardest/most amazing experience in the world. Seeing your baby on your chest, in your arms. It's thee best. I was in love, so madly deeply in love with my perfect beautiful babe. I couldn't believe it. We did it !!
Mase was weighed and I couldn't believe it 10lbs 3 oz !! I remember as soon as I pushed him out my mom said "oh my god Veronica he's like a toddler!" haha.
He was perfect, the dr. was so gentle and careful when his shoulders were stuck that he came out perfectly fine. He told us how sometimes drs. rush and the babies are left with shoulders out of the sockets or broken bones, but not our baby. We had thee best, kindest dr. ever and I'll definitely have him deliver my next babies. He was amazing. After delivery I ordered food right away as I was starved. I got french toast, tomato basil soup and two chocolate shakes haha. Then later we moved up to our recovery room and got to enjoy our time as a family :)
I know my labor and delivery didn't go exactly how I had planned, but it's our story and Mase was born safely and perfectly healthy. The slight fever I had did not affect him in anyway, my body created him, carried him, and birthed him the way he was suppose to be and this is our story. I love him with my whole heart and soul, every little piece of me adores him. He's my life and I feel like thee luckiest most blessed mommy in awwwl the world. Dillon and Mase make me complete and I couldn't be happier.
That's our story :)
<3 <3
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