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Yesterday, we blessed our sweet little Benson (more to come on that later!).  And during the day's festivities, it dawned on me that I hadn't yet shared Benson's birth story.  UGH!  I swear this "mom brain" theory is definitely real!  But since I can still remember my own name at the end of each day, I should consider myself O.K.  Right?  I'm going to say, "Yes!"  Ha ha ha!


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So with Benson just having turned 3 months, now is as good of time as any to share his birth story.  Which is such an interesting one because my childbirth with him didn't even come close to turning out how I thought it would.  Which seems to be the story of my life.  So I shouldn't have been too surprised when I started having contractions that were 10 minutes apart later in the evening on Saturday, April 30th (2 weeks before Benson's Due Date).  

I'd had this first sign of labor happen a few times before, so I brushed them off and went to bed, thinking they would eventually stop like they have done in the past.  It wasn't too hard to fall asleep with my contractions because I was dead tired from a long day of busy Saturday activities.  But, around 1:00 a.m. I was instantly awakened by some more persistent contractions and laid in bed for a while to time them.  After a good 30 minutes of having contractions that were now 5 minute apart, I knew I was in labor.  So, I woke Dave up to let him know.  

It was so funny to see how panicked he was!  At one point while he was helping me put a few things together for the hospital, he had suggested leaving the littles asleep in their beds, make sure the house was locked up, and then ask a family member or neighbor to go over to the house while he drove with me to the hospital.  Of course, I told him that was ridiculous.  And then reassured him that I would be fine driving myself over to the hospital.  Which in hind sight, wasn't the smartest idea either!  See.  Mom brain!

Once I got to the hospital, they checked me in and sent me to an observation room.  After a quick examination, I learned that my cervix was dilated to a 3 and was then hooked up to some monitors to track my contractions.  Which suddenly, were alllll over the place.  It was so annoying!  Luckily, I had an amazing nurse who felt like I should be monitored for an extra hour just to be safe.  And when that time had passed, she checked me again and my cervix was then dilated to a four!  And my contractions had gotten back on track too.  Hallelujah!  With steadily increasing signs of labor, she called Dr. H (my fabulous Obgyn) who gave the clear for me to officially stay.  And by 3:30 a.m. I was happily situated in my labor/delivery room.  

By 7:00 a.m. my mom had showed up to our house.  And after making sure everything was settled, Dave headed over to the hospital and was there by 7:30.  

At this point, I had already gotten my epidural and was well into my labor.  So for the next couple hours, Dave hung out in the hospital room while I caught up on some sleep.  

Around 9:00 a.m. a nurse came in to see how I was doing and noticed that my contractions had completely stopped.  I hadn't noticed because of my epidural.  But since I was checked in and had received an epidural, there was no turning back.  So, the nurse gave me some Pitocin to kick things back into gear.  But shortly after my contractions were back on track, I noticed that my epidural was starting to wear off (something that can happen at times) and after a few failed attempts at to adjust it myself, I told my nurse and she decided to page my anesthesiologist. 

  To make a long story short...the epidural never ended up working again and I had Benson au natural!  Which I did before with both Isaac and Emi.  But for some reason, this time around, it was way worse!

I remember screaming so loud at some points that nurses would have to come over and put their hands on either side of my face and tell me that it was going to be O.K.!  Ha ha!  I bet everyone in that hospital could hear me and thought I was absolutely crazy.   Something Dave agreed to when I mentioned that to him later on!  If I were the type of person that got embarrassed easily, I would have been mortified with the way I acted. Ha ha ha!  Oh well.  C'est La Vie!  I guess it just goes to show that I'm never really as prepared as I think I am for childbirth.  Which I think is a pretty general consensus for all moms out there.  But one thing I do know, is that if, and I do mean a big IF, I ever have another baby...I will definitely be up to speed with my lamaze breathing and hypno birthing techniques just in case!

By 11:00 a.m. it was time push and I was SO ready!  I could feel Benson coming but the on-call doctor hadn't made it to my room yet (Dr. H wasn't able to make it because he was out of state).  My nurse told me not push but I couldn't hold Benson in any longer!  My body was shaking so bad from trying to not push that I told the nurse I could't wait any longer and that my baby was coming right now.  Panicked, the nurse got on the phone and frantically called for the doctor saying that if he, or someone else, didn't come right away, she would be delivering this baby all by herself!  

Luckily, the doctor made it in time and just a little after 11:30 a.m. Benson Mark Petersen came into the world!  

He weighed 6 lbs. 14 oz, had dark bluish brown eyes, rose bud lips, and a little tuft of brown hair that slightly curled at top of his head.   He was absolutely perfect!  And once the team of doctors and nurses had made sure everything was ok with Benson, they placed him on my chest and as they did so, Benson lifted his little head upward and quietly looked into my eyes!  I had never had any of my other children do that right after they were born, and it was such an incredible experience!  As we sat there quietly holding each other's gaze, I knew that he knew who I was.  And this was his way of showing me that!  Words simply can't describe how amazing that recognition was!  It is a moment I will never forget!

Since then, life has never been the same.  Benson is such a delightful baby!  Dave and I always joke that if there were medals to give out to babies, Benson would always get the gold.  He is beyond patient, always happy, sleeps through the night (I know!) and is as loving as can be!  This little guy is just happy to be alive and such a ray of sunshine in our lives.  I simply could't imagine our family without him in it and am so glad that he's mine!





P.S. these photos are by the incredible Roxana B. Photography and my necklace was a gift from Made by Mary.

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  1. Oh, this is just so precious!! I love birth stories- they are always so amazing and every one is as different as the baby is. I feel ya on that being unprepared thing though- having had medicated and unmedicated births, I'm pretty sure adequate preparation is the ONLY thing that makes it bearable! Which is why a 15 hour natural labor for a woman who's practiced hypnobirthing and is in a good mental state can be way easier than a 1 hour labor for a mom who is panicked and had expected an epidural! Haha. So glad it all turned out all right- congrats on that beautiful baby!!

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    1. Thank you so so much for your kind words Bonnie! And haha! So true! I should have known better to not go so unprepared! LOL! XX

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