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Hello, I'm Nicole! 

Wife.  Mom to a rainbow named Anderson and an aussiedoodle named Gibbs.  Registered Nurse.  Entrepreneur.  Infertility and miscarriage survivor.

My Birth Story

My Birth Story

I’ve had a lot of questions about my birth story—so here it is! My birth didn’t go as we planned. Surprise, surprise! It did, however, go the way I had figured it would all along...an emergency c-section. I don’t know how I knew I would end up being sectioned, I just had a strange feeling!

Our induction appointment was originally booked for July 27th—38 weeks pregnant due to maternal obesity (I’m a nurse—this was the option I felt the safest with after discussion with my OB and my own research). A few days before, my OB checked me and nothing was progressing on its own so we decided to wait a few more days. New plan: go to hospital July 31 for cervadil and induction to start the next morning.

We went out for dinner with my parents who were driving us to the hospital so we didn’t have to pay for parking. Arrived at the hospital at 6:45 p.m. to discover the baby was in fetal distress—heart rate was 180-190 for an hour and mine was in the 140s. I could tell the nurses were panicking...because I am one lol! They called my doctor to come in early.

My OB wanted to wait for a few hours to do my section because I had just eaten a big meal and there was a hip replacement going into the OR. The doctor in charge of the baby then came into assess us and said she was trumping his decision and taking us in ASAP. The nurses came to do a catheter, start an IV, and got my husband to fill out my health history forms. Jeremy had to wear a surgical outfit which definitely did not fit him! The nurse found him some scrubs to wear (which he took home with us). We were in the OR by 8:00 p.m.

 During all the chaos, all I could think about was whether or not my favourite OR nurse was working. She was. And so was my best friend’s mom (she was one of the surgeons operating on me). How weird is it to have your best friend’s mom cutting your stomach open? Pretty weird. But also the most comforting thing I ever could have asked for. It was so nice knowing mostly everyone in my operation room.

Jeremy couldn’t come with me while I got my spinal inserted. I was pretty panicked, I don’t do things well when I’m alone. My pulse was 173 when the anesthetist put my spinal in! It dropped down to normal basically instantly.  I’ve heard most people get cold in the OR—I was HOT. My glasses were fogging up and I was sweating. My anesthetist kept getting me cold facecloths for comfort (and to prevent me from passing out). She was from India and talked me through deep breaths, comparing it to yoga. I’m not sure what kind of yoga involves your stomach being ripped open while awake, but I fell for her tactics and calmed down.

Jeremy was able to come in and I tried to convince him I wasn’t drugged. He laughed. Turns out I had a cocktail of drugs.

Anderson came out screaming immediately! We were able to get photos and videos of him coming out of my tummy! He was 9lbs 6 oz and 22.75 inches long (did I mention that I wasn’t even 40 weeks yet?). He would’ve been a massive baby come my due date.

His little face was so sweet. I’d love to say meeting him in the OR was magical, but the doctor put him in my face and put him to my lips for me to kiss him...and he was very gooey still. I’m just not one of those people who enjoys goo. Our skin to skin time when I was out of recovery was the magical part for me.

They took Anderson and Jeremy to get measured and do assessments while the surgeons closed me up! Jeremy got pictures of the whole process which made me feel so much better.  I spent 2.5 hours in recovery. I was fine to go before then, but the nurse was working alone and kept getting phone calls and had other things to do.  Jeremy was able to feed Anderson the colostrum I had harvested ahead of time, so he didn’t need to have any formula!

It was so nice to snuggle with my baby when I got back to our room! Although I did have to pick a lot of Jeremy’s chest hair off of him!

It was scary, but our c-section went so well and I recovered without any complications. My incision healed amazingly well, which is rare for a plus-size girl!

If you have any questions about plus-size infertility, pregnancy or c-sections please message me! I’m more than happy to talk about it.

Xo

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