Mason's Birth Story

Mason James Scott

Born August 17^th, 9:16 am

Northeastern Nevada Regional Hospital

6 lbs., 7 oz., 20 ½ in. long

Thursday night, the 15^th of August, I was up a lot with really bad back cramps.  I couldn’t get comfortable in any position and it was uncomfortable to even stand.  I eventually got to sleep and it felt like I’d barely slept when I had to get up to go to work Friday.  I decided that it was time to get this baby out so I left the house early and went to the high school track to walk.  I’d been walking a mile in the mornings a couple times a week and Friday could only manage ¼ of a mile before my bottom half felt like it was breaking in half.  I decided that was enough walking and headed to work.

I got to work early and my boss asked why I was there so early.  When I told him that I’d gone walking and felt like my parts were going to explode he suggested I go walk more and let them explode.  I joked with him that I probably didn’t want to do that at the high school track since the football team and cross country teams were there practicing; he agreed.

I was somewhat uncomfortable throughout the day and a bit cranky to go along with it.  I wasn’t having cramps or contractions, I was just uncomfortable.  I had lunch with Brianne and her boys and spend the rest of the day sitting and getting up to alternate between ouch and ooofta.  When 5 o’clock rolled around I was one happy girl.  I’d decided to go to dinner with Grandma and Aunt Becky and try the new Coffee Mug because its Grand Opening was that day.  We met for dinner right after work and I was able to eat half of my dinner.  I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad but nothing exciting happened when I did.  When I sat back down at the table I was really uncomfortable with back pain and had to kind of slouch to feel okay.  We finished dinner at about 6 o’clock and Grandma and I walked out to our cars together.  I had to stop a couple times going across the parking lot because of pains in my lower girly parts and Grandma told me I had to call her when I got home because she didn’t like how I was walking.  I agreed to call and got in my car.  Once I was in the car Felicia sent me a text message asking me to go see if her truck was locked because they were on their way to Salt Lake.  I drove over and checked and then drove straight home.  As I was coming in the house my house phone was ringing; Grandma was checking to see why I hadn’t called her yet to tell her I was home. J

I let the dog out and then I sat down on the couch to watch the Braves game.  It was an intense game, pitchers were hitting batters and the score was tied up.  My back was having cramps again and at Jenilee’s request I called OB to see what to do.  They said to try heat so I settled down with a heating pad, which felt amazing.  Finally the Braves pulled ahead with a walk off home run by Justin Upton in the 10^th.  It was exciting; I was quite involved in the game and realized I needed to go the bathroom pretty badly.  I got up, noticed the couch had a tiny spot on it from where I’d been sitting, went to the bathroom and peed.  When I got up I had some running down my leg, which I thought was weird because I’d just cleaned up from going pee…but I cleaned up again and went on my merry way.  I noticed that I had to go to the bathroom really often but thought maybe baby was just on my bladder or something.  My “back spasms” were getting worse again and I decided to tell Jenilee what was happening because we were texting.  She told me that I should call OB again and see what they said.  So I called (twice over the course of an hour or so) and was told that until my contractions (contractions?! Whoa!) were spaced 4 to 5 minutes apart I could stay home unless I was too uncomfortable.  At this point it was 10 pm and I really didn’t want to wake mom and dad up for what was surely going to be a false alarm so I was hesitant.  My “contractions” were anywhere from 3 minutes to 7 minutes apart and I figured they should be more regular than that if it was “real” labor.  I talked to my sister Katie and we agreed that although generally I’m just a wuss and this might be one of those times, I should call Mom.  So, I called and woke up my parents.  Dad answered and asked if it was time and I told him that I didn’t know and asked to talk to mom.  Mom and I decided that we should “go for a drive” and I got my stuff together to go to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital I was having contractions and whining that it was too painful and distinctly remember Mom telling me that I hadn’t seen anything yet.  Boy was she right!  Yikes.

We got to the hospital and checked in at 10:30pm on Friday the 16^th.  I’d called Ashley Ruffino (my coach and good friend) on the way to the hospital to see if she wanted to come up and she was on her way.  They took me upstairs and put me in a Labor & Delivery room.  I got changed into my “gown” and laid down for the nurse (Debbie who was married to Mike and had a daughter named Kimberly Ann who played softball around the same time as me!!) to check me for dilation and such.  She said I was at a 3 and asked me when my water had broken.  This seemed funny to me because I didn’t know it had and had spent the last bit in the room with mom and dad praying that my water wouldn’t break in front of my dad and embarrass us both.  Nurse Debbie assured me that my water was definitely broken, I was in labor and I WOULD be having a baby.  We figured out that when I had that trickle after my first trip to the bathroom my water had broken.  It didn’t do it in the typical “whoosh” way but slowly leaked over time.  I credit the Braves winning the game (3-2 against the Nationals) in the 10^th with my water breaking…it was a very exciting moment.  I even sent them a message on FB letting them know what they’d done!  No response, but that’s okay.

So, the contractions were getting worse and were all in my back.  I remember it feeling like someone was pounding rebar into my spine every time I got a contraction.  Ashley got there and was like an angel, saying just the right things (its ok, this one is almost over) at the right time.  Meanwhile, dad had figured out that the room he was standing in with us was the one where EVERYTHING happened and he ran for it.  He spent the night in the “waiting room” at the end of the hall which really was just some incredibly uncomfortable chairs at the end of the hall and refused to come back into the room until things changed…we’ll get there shortly and he’ll appear again.  Mom made her way back and forth between Dad and I all night, and I remember thinking it didn’t quite hurt as bad when mom was holding my hand.  Between her and Ashley I figured I might just survive this experience.

Nurse Debbie gave me some wonderful pain medicine through my IV to hold me over until it was time for my epidural and it ended up calming the contractions so much it put baby Mason to sleep, which was counterproductive.  So, they took away my pain meds and put me on Pitocin to start the contractions back up and wake him up.  It worked…yowza.

Through the night Mom, Ashley and I managed contractions, breathing and they spent a lot of time assuring me that no, I wasn’t dying and yes, it was worth it.  Eventually the magic epidural man (Jim) came and things got a lot better for me pretty quickly.  They had me sit up, cross my legs and lean forward, arching my back like a cat.  I was nervous because he was back there with a needle and about to put it into my back.  I was sure he knew what he was doing but when I got the twinge down my left leg it freaked me out and my first thought was “OMG, he paralyzed me.”  I learned then that the twinge was normal and he hadn’t actually paralyzed me.  He did great and it was over before I knew it.  I remember sitting up on the bed, bent forward with him sticking a needle into my spine…and here comes a contraction.  Great timing.  We made it through and when the epidural kicked in my whole world changed.  Ashley and I managed some sleep in the room and Mom and Dad hung out in the “waiting room” between stretching their legs and checking on me.  There was a huge leather recliner in the room for Ashley but Mom and Dad weren’t so lucky; the “waiting room” consisted of a row of chairs that were clearly missing the comfort part of the equation.  Luckily a super nice nurse managed to wrangle up some pillows for them, which helped.  I posted on Facebook that tonight was the night; it was baby time, and we waited. 

Early morning rolled around and things were progressing slowly.  Uncle Dave came up to check on us as he’d seen my Facebook post and since he usually had coffee with my parents in the mornings before taking Grandma to breakfast (every Saturday, what a good boy) he figured he’d just head to the hospital instead and check on us. 

Around 8:00 the nurse checked me and I’d progressed to a 6, which was great.  The nurse said if she HAD to guess we’d have a baby around lunch time and Mom and Dad, who’d been on the hunt for coffee in the hospital for hours to no avail, decided to go get some breakfast and headed out.  I laid back and tried to relax.  Ashley and I decided we’d get some more sleep while we could and I had a nurse bring Ashley a pillow.  We settled in for the next long haul and then the nurse came in, quite quickly, and said that baby Mason’s heart rate had dropped and she wanted to check me again just to see where he was at.  In that 15-20 minutes since the last check I’d dilated from a 6 to a 9 and baby Mason had dropped so drastically that his heart rate had dropped.  The nurse was concerned enough to call Marian (our angel of a midwife) to come see what was going on.  Marian came and did an ultrasound and we found what she’d dreaded…baby was head down but was face up.  The nurses referred to him as “sunny side up”.  The other thing she found was that there was cord down by his head; she couldn’t tell if it was around his neck or somewhere else down there but either way it wasn’t good.  She looked me in the eye and said “read my mind”.  I told her I read that it wasn’t good and we came to the conclusion that a C-Section was necessary. 

When the nurse had found that I’d progressed so quickly (before Marian got here) Ashley called mom and dad who had finished their breakfast and they headed back up.  They got there in time for Marian’s ultrasound and discussion so mom was with me when I found out that I would be going into the OR to have my baby, not pushing.  I was feeling a lot of emotions at that point.  I was scared because I’d had a close friend lose her baby at delivery because of cord around his neck and at this point Marian couldn’t tell me where the cord was, just that it was down by his head and that wasn’t good.  I was disappointed because I really didn’t want to have surgery.  I was excited because this meant it would be a lot sooner that I’d be holding my son, if all went well.  I was anxious, tired, and hungry and so many other things that in the long run wouldn’t matter.  Mom went to tell Dad & called Uncle Dave to tell him what was happening.  Dad decided that the room wasn’t as scary anymore since I wouldn’t be pushing out a baby in it and came to see me before I went into surgery.  Marian asked me who I wanted with me in the OR and even though Ashley had been an amazing coach my brain and my heart said “mom”.  Dad was given custody of the baby book for footprints when they brought baby Mason out and Ashley was given custody of “Grandpa” and the camera.

They put an oxygen mask on me, did a bunch of things to my IV, called in Dr. Winch and prepped the OR.  They gave mom her OR outfit, which we decided looked like a Stay Puft Marshmallow guy costume.  I made sure to ask Ashley to get a picture of mom in her outfit because I probably wouldn’t be paying attention and didn’t want to miss it. 

The magic epidural man (Jim was back) was back to do more magic “no feely” things and was a lot more communicative than before.  It’s not that he wasn’t nice the first time; he was just not as talkative as I was the first time we met.  (Found out later he wasn’t actually the guy on call and had been called in 4 times after 10 pm…I wouldn’t be talkative either!)  This time he kept asking if I was ok and patting my hand and telling me it was going to be okay; it was reassuring and made me feel a lot more comfortable with where I was headed.  They wheeled me into the OR and transferred me to the OR bed (that was a weird experience…having no feeling in my legs and just kind of floating from one bed to the other…).  Jim, my magic anesthesiologist, hooked me up to a bunch of things and even tried joking a bit.  The first time we met he would give me about a 2 second warning that something was cold before “attacking” me with it.  It went a lot like this: Jim – cold, Kim- what? And WHAM!  This time he knew I couldn’t feel anything on my belly but kept telling me what he was doing was cold anyways, just to make me smile.  That was something I needed, big time.  It’s one thing to feel all those crazy emotions in your L&D room surrounded by your loved ones but when it’s just you and your OR team in that crazy white sterile room it’s a lot scarier.

Eventually Dr. Winch, Marian and mom came in and we got started.  I had a sheet up in front of my face so I couldn’t see anything.  Jim and Mom were at my head and the doctor and nurses were discussing TV shows they enjoyed as they cut me open.  Mom was right where I needed her, rubbing my forehead and telling me who was doing what.  She couldn’t see the actual surgery but when Dr. Hernandez (pediatrician extraordinaire) came in I knew it, when she put a blanket over her shoulder I knew it, etc.  Pretty soon (after what seemed like forever) Dr. Winch asked if I was ready and told me that my baby boy would be out in about 30 seconds.  Those 30 seconds, waiting for that cry, seemed to last an eternity.  And then there it, that first amazing cry.  He was real, he was out, he was mad and he was mine.

It turned out his cord was not wrapped around his neck like I’d been so scared of.  It was over his shoulder and down to his bum.  This was still not good and if we’d tried the push route we’d have ended up in an emergency C-section anyways.  Turns out my stubborn little guy was not going to come out on his own.  He wanted a grand entrance, and boy did he get it.  Marian, the midwife, said that when they got me open he was laying there staring at them with his big bright eyes like “ok, finally you’re here!”  We’d been waiting and waiting on him to come to us, when all along it turned out we needed to go get him.

Dr. Hernandez and Mom took my Mason out to be cleaned up, weighed and all that good stuff while they finished with me in the OR.  Dr. Hernandez brought him in to me and when I looked at him all the bad memories, the hard pregnancy, the morning sickness, the body aches, the killer labor…it was gone.  This adorable little person looked at me, quivered his chin and I knew I was toast.  It was clear, very quickly, that nothing else would ever matter more than that little face and my job was not to be Kim anymore; my new job as Mason’s mom was under way.

After surgery they wheeled me to my recovery room, where Ashley was waiting.  Mason was there shortly after me with his entourage (Mom, Dad & Uncle Dave) and although I really wanted to I couldn’t hold him right away.  I had a massive case of the shakes which they told me was a little bit of shock and a lot of coming off the epidural and spinal.  I couldn’t feel anything but boy were things moving around.  I got to do a lot of looking at my son until my arms calmed down and I was finally able to hold him.  Snuggling up my little bundle after 9 LONG months of waiting for him was about the coolest moment of my life, so far.  We’ve got a long ways to go and a lot to learn but we’re going to be just fine.  Welcome to our world Mason, get ready…it’s quite a ride.