“And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make.”
June 10, 2015 my journey as a gestational carrier ended. “Baby Wednesday” was born at 2:59 PM and altered the lives of everyone in the room with me that day. For me it was a moment of closure of a process that had carried on for a lot longer than 9 months; for the intended parents it was a moment of joyous tears; and for the medical staff that were there that day they watched in awe over this rare moment.
June 5th was the first day I thought maybe my journey was coming to end as I began to have contractions that went on for several hours, but then it stopped. The following day was Saturday and my family went to my parents’ house as they lived closer to the hospital that I was going to deliver at. During the day I began to have some serious contractions and then they stopped. We stayed at my parents’ house thinking that it might start up again overnight, but it didn’t. The next morning after breakfast my husband and I packed up our kids and went home. In the late afternoon I began to have some very painful contractions and I was convinced this was it. We drove down to my parents’ house again and then the contractions stopped, again. Frustrated and tired I was looking forward to my appointment I had the next day with the midwives to find out what was going on.
During the appointment I found out I was dilated 2 cm, but no signs of immediate labor were apparent. I was scheduled for the next day, Tuesday to be induced. I was so excited as were the parents. Overnight there was a storm. I am not sure if it was the change in the barometric pressure or just coincidence, but apparently every woman in the tri-state area (I might be exaggerating a little bit), except for me went into labor. By 8:00 AM my inducement time got pushed back till 3:00 PM. Needless to say I was more than ready to have the pitocin drip begin. Unfortunately, after hours of having the pitocin drip in me it was 1:00 AM and my contractions were still rather irregular. It was thought best to quit until the next morning (6:00 AM) to get some rest. I however got no rest. I was still pregnant with a baby leaning heavy on my bladder and no position was comfortable. On top of that, every so often a nurse was coming in to take my blood pressure, check the baby monitors, etc. I was exhausted by the time the morning came.
Since the pitocin had proven not to be so effective the next morning it was thought best to begin with an oral inducement as well as the pitocin. But I was warned that if my body was not ready this could possibly not work. The midwife spoke to me about breaking my water, however if the baby was still not born within 48 hours of breaking my water, a c-section would have to be done. Tired and so done, I was up for anything. The intended parents really did not want to see a c-section happen as they were concerned for my well-being. I anxiously waited to see what would happen.
As luck would have it a couple hours after the pitocin, the midwives felt pretty confident with breaking my water. My labor was progressing and I was well on my way to an epidural. Needless to say the epidural for me was glorious as I was unaware of how imminent delivery would be. It was not until I asked the midwife at around 2:30 if she thought they baby was going to be born before dinner and her reply was, “She will be born in the next half hour,” that I realized that “it” was happening.”
Nine minutes of pushing, that’s all it took. Beautiful, miraculous, “Baby Wednesday” was born. The moments that followed were ones filled with relief, joy, and tears. It’s funny in hindsight I can see how we were all part of something so much bigger than what we realized at the time. The staff kept saying what an awesome moment it was to see and experience, but for us it was just living, experiencing the moment.
It was not easy for any of us to get to that moment, but it felt good to be there. Now there is one family completed and full of so much love. I am so happy that I could do that for them. For me, I am glad that I can now focus on my own family. If there is not one thing I have learned through this experience is that love is a very powerful thing. It can transcend us to do things we thought we would never do. Never take love for granted and never underestimate it because love truly will get you through anything and everything.