Our sweet Adelyn Rose was born September 22 at 3:30 AM weighing 8 pounds, 5 ounces and measuring 20.5 inches long. Although her birthday is September 22, I really feel like her birth story begins August 15 when I was first admitted to the hospital for pre-term labor. I had been having a lot of cramping and back pain and was noticing that my Braxton Hicks had been more frequent. I had mentioned it in a text to my mom and she called me back and suggested I go into the hospital “just in case”. I was super hesitant and tried to just blow it off but once I realized my contractions were coming consistently and wouldn’t stop, Matt and I both agreed it was best to play it safe and go into Labor and Delivery.
Once we got to the hospital, they hooked me up on the monitors and confirmed what I had feared- I was in the beginning stages of labor. We learned that my pre-term labor was most likely being being caused by a kidney infection that had gone undetected because a lot of the symptoms just seem like normal pregnancy pains. They used an IV to pump some antibiotics into my system and also gave me a shot of terbutaline to stop my contractions and once my contractions stopped, I was able to go home! I definitely expected that to be the end of our early labor drama but two days later, my contractions picked back up again and this time they were coming every 2 minutes. I called my doctor and he told me to go straight to labor and delivery so we packed our bags and headed out! This time they had a much harder time getting the contractions to stop and so we decided to do steroid shots since I was only 34 weeks along and baby girl could come anytime. To help get us into the “safe zone” I was prescribed 2 weeks worth of medication and modified bed rest to keep my contractions at bay. The medication made me feel absolutely horrible but did its job and we made it to 36 weeks when the doctor told me I could stop the medicine and let the baby come whenever.
From 36 weeks on my body was stuck in prodromal labor- meaning that my contractions were constantly on and off. They would pick up and get closer together and just when I’d think “this is it”, they would stop! In hindsight, I’m really so grateful that I was able to carry her full term but in the moment it was all really miserable. Physically, the contractions played quite a big toll on me because my body was just exhausted and sore- but mostly it was just so hard emotionally! I felt so much anxiety not knowing when she would come and I was so worried that I wouldn’t know if I was actually in labor or not until it was too late. I did my best to make sure I was always on top of my to-do list and that I had everything I needed for when the baby came and I just had to take it one day at a time and try to be patient.
I did everything short of castor oil to try and get my body to transition to active labor (I was so desperate I even hiked the Y haha) but nothing worked and I usually just ended up even more exhausted and frustrated. To be induced, my doctor said that I needed to be at least 80% effaced, dilated to a 3 and at a station -2 so my only hope was that all the contractions would at least help me progress far enough to get me to that point. At my 37 week appointment I met the criteria in everything but the dilation. At 38 weeks I was progressed even further in everything else but still stuck at a 1. When I went in for my 39 weeks appointment I had tissues in hand just in case I hadn’t progressed enough that week to be induced because I just didn’t feel like my body could take one more week. Thankfully I never needed those tissues because my doctor deemed me a tight 3 and said he wanted to induce me- HALLELUJAH- and we set my induction for that Thursday!
Having an induction set took away so much anxiety! I loved taking out the guess work of labor and since I’m someone that loves to have everything planned and organized, being induced was really best case scenario! I knew exactly when to have the house clean, when to have my shopping and packing done, I could organize a place for our dogs to go, and Matt was able to organize his work schedule. I loved it!
After going into the hospital at 34 weeks I got a priesthood blessing and was told that Adelyn would come at the perfect time and in the perfect way and it really did all work out that way. There were many times in my last month of pregnancy that I would just cry and tell Matt that I felt like Heavenly Father didn’t care and wasn’t listening to my prayers. I was so wrong, though. It wasn’t a curse that my body couldn’t go into labor- it was an absolute miracle that I didn’t and that Addy could keep developing. I was so sure that she would be perfectly healthy even if she came a couple weeks early but her heart issue and low oxygen would have been even harder and scarier if she had been born pre-term. I’m so grateful for how everything worked out and for the miracles and tender mercies we received in spite of all my complaining and impatience. I’m so glad I didn’t get what I prayed for because Heavenly Father’s plan was so much more perfect than the plan that I had for myself. She came exactly when she was supposed to come and labor was such a beautiful experience!