Wednesday, Oct 17th- Grayson’s due date. I had been counting down the days to this exact date for the last 9 months and as it slowly came and went I wanted to cry. This pregnancy had been a struggle and I was so ready to meet my Grayson River and wasn’t ready to wait. I did ALL the things they tell you to do to induce labor. Literally all of them. I pumped, ate spicy foods and pineapple, drank raspberry leaf tea, bounced on a yoga ball, walked for miles and so on. Nothing seemed to be working. That Sunday, 5 days passed his due date, after walking around the farmers market for hours, Camden asked if we could go on a treasure hunt for acorns and leaves around the neighborhood. We walked and walked for over an hour. Still nothing. Whyyy wont he come out? Camden kept saying he was stuck in my tummy and I was pretty sure he was exactly right.
Fast-forward to that evening… I took a bubble bath, watched an episode of Daredevil then went to bed thinking, well, today isn’t the day. Maybe tomorrow? Around midnight I was woken up by horrible cramps. Was this it?! The cramps went away, and 10 minutes later they returned. Ummm, ok, I am starting to get excited. I timed them with my contraction app, just in case they weren’t contraction cramps but gassss 0_o Sure enough every 10 minutes a wave of pain came over me. I tracked them for about 2 hours because they started to become irregular and came every 10 to 5 minutes. Maybe it was false labor? Camden’s labor started with my water breaking so it was obvious, this time, not so much. They started to hurt more and more so I woke Phil up and told him that I THINK baby boy was coming! Get the bags daddy!!
I took a shower, put on a little make up, made coffee and breakfast and waited for my aunt to arrive to hang out with Camden boy while we would be at the hospital. By 6:30am my contractions started to really suck. I wasn’t able to talk through them anymore which is a good indication that its time to go to the hospital. At this point, still irregular, they were much closer together.
We arrived at the hospital around 7:30am and went straight to the evaluation room. I was dilated to about 4cm. Before the nurse could get “are you getting an epidural?” out of her mouth, I was already begging for one. I had to wait the longest hour and a half of my life to get the epidural. My contractions hurt so bad, it felt like my hips where being torn apart. I sobbed and squeezed the living shit out of poor Phil’s hand with every contraction. The anesthesiologist, who probably thought I was a huge psycho pain in the ass, was literally my best friend forever as soon as he stuck that giant epidural needle in my spine. As I finally felt relief my anemia started making me feel sick and woozy. Typical. The same thing happened with Camden only I was holding him in a wheelchair on my way to recovery and nearly dropped him on the floor as I started to pass out. Opps. I was given a little medicine and perked right up. I figured I had a couple of hours to progress and had planned on a nice little pain free nap while I waited. Phil stepped out to buy flowers and a breakfast sandwich. My nurse came in to check on me and to see if I had progressed and well, I was already at 9cm. I had jumped from 4cm to 9cm in 2 hours. Everyone told me second baby comes quicker and they where so right. So, I was pretty much ready to push this child out, Phil was gone, and my doctor was on his way. My nurse, who was super sassy and hilarious told me to close my legs and wait. LOL. So I did. I called Phil and told him to hurry back, Grayson was ready! He made it back just in time. I started pushing with the nurse and Phil for about 5 minutes. Gray’s head was right there and my doctor was still making his way to me. The nurse broke my water, which I guess spewed all over the place (sorry Phil!), and in came my doctor. He quickly geared up and had me continue to push. My epidural had just started working so I felt nothing when I was pushing. I had no idea how hard I was pushing or if I was even doing it right? It was weird. Right as Grayson was about to enter the world, Phil’s phone, which was connected to my speaker playing some relaxing Enya tunes, started ringing. My labor was interrupted by the Super Mario theme song by a call that was deemed “spam likely”… At that very moment, 10:30 am, Grayson River Moy, who was tired of waiting and clearly super interested in Phil’s ringtone, wiggled his own head out then followed by the rest of his body with one last push.
His umbilical chord was cut by daddy and he was all mine for the next 2 hours. It felt like time stopped for a minute right before he was placed on my chest, as I processed everything that had just happened. I was now a mom of two!!!!
A little side note-
Something I had not talked about with more than a few close friends, my doctor and Phil, had been bothering me since I found out I was pregnant again. When Camden was born, I felt nothing. I was numb. I was cheated out of feeling overwhelmed with love for my newborn baby that I had dreamed about and spent months growing inside of me. I did not understand why I wasn’t allowed to look at him and feel happy. Instead I would sob and felt like I had already failed as a mother because I wasn’t emotionally available to him. Was this going to happen again with Grayson? I was terrified.
Once Grayson was in my arms I felt what I had been waiting for for so long. I could breathe! I was overjoyed, proud, happy, excited and just madly in love. He was perfect. He looked so much like his brother, which oddly made me feel slightly at peace with what I had missed out on with Camden. For the next two hours we bonded over our first skin to skin sesh. It was a dream!
Grayson River Moy was born on October 22, 2018 at 10:30am. My little Libra boy was a healthy 7lbs 15oz, and 21.4” long.
giving grayson his broher gift. cuddle + kind doll
home sweet home