The Happiest Birthday for David Dixon Davidge IV!
David and I were headed to my 40 week appointment. Our hospital bags had been stowed away in the trunk for more than 5 weeks. We were always prepared in case Dixon decided to make his grand arrival at any time. I had come to terms that my full term baby was going to be induced on November 30th. He was cozy and not wanting to meet the world just yet.
It was the day before Thanksgiving as we waited for my name to be called back to the sonogram room. As I laid on the table for over an hour attempting to get all the measurements, my little one who apparently was sleeping in a ball helped us none. The ultrasound tech told us our 40 week baby was measuring at 36 weeks and she couldn’t determine if he was practicing his breathing. This being my first child, I was unaware that these things are very important this late in the game. We then left to meet with our doctor.
Every appointment up until this point had been the same. “Everything looks great.. He will come when he is ready.. See you at the next appointment” but not this time. Dr. Schwartzenburg walked in and immediately said it’s time to have a baby! David looked at her and said, “Right now?” Apparently the measurement and breathing thing were enough to get him out of me as soon as possible. It wasn’t an emergency situation, but my uterus wasn’t progressing Dixon. So as my doctor put it, he was ready to have a birthday. Dr. Schwartzenburg was very nervous starting the delivery process from nothing. I was barely at 1 cm and he hadn’t effaced at all. She didn’t want to jinx it by saying I needed a c section, but she did let me know we would do everything possible to have a natural birth. David and I left her office in shock.
We were having a baby!
David couldn’t believe that we were headed straight to labor and delivery. We weren’t even able to run home. Before checking in we made phone calls to everyone. My family was hours away and had the longest travel time to get to us. I don’t think one person believed us the first time we said, “We are having the baby today!” There was more excitement in one hour than we could have ever imagined. After checking in, they started my pitocin drip at 4 PM on November 25th. I had two of the greatest nurses Kristin and Brittain. I was in labor for so long both of them rotated twice, and they knew how important it was to me to have Dixon naturally. They both went above and beyond to attempt to get me to 10 cm. I don’t think this experience could have been any better than with these two ladies. My family started rolling in throughout the night. This one left her 6 month old and drove all the way from Little Rock, Arkansas, through the night. We were feeling all the love from our family. I don’t think my Mom has ever been this anxious and excited in all her life. From being on edge waiting for Dixon’s arrival to seeing her baby girl deliver a baby. She didn’t have the best experience delivering my brother and I. She coded blue with my brother and was unable to have any drugs with me. She hoped my experience would be nothing like hers. It was an extremely emotional two days for everyone. My Dad, Step Mom, half brother, and half sister joined the party. They had actually planned to come in for Thanksgiving in hopes Dixon would make his arrival. They were right! There were guesses made on Dixon’s arrival time which wasn’t even close to when he actually came. Dixon stayed in me as long as he could. Stubborn little guy..
The waiting game began…
There was an exercise ball that did wonders on me. I went from a 3 to a 5 to a 7 within hours. I was progressing a centimeter a hour. We were getting hopeful. I had the jitters worse than anything. David always thought that I was freezing, but my nerves were at an all time high. My on call doctor told me no matter what we would have a baby on Thanksgiving Day. She wouldn’t let me go any longer. Daves Mom was such a strong person for me during this process. She always let me know that everything was going to be ok and would make sure David and I were as comfortable as possible. David and Kelly passed the time looking at black Friday deals. David even joked he had time to hit up Lowe’s Black Friday deals. David was in the waiting room at this point so his mom, brother, and his wife could visit with me. I will never forget the nurse coming in and blind siding me. It was around 5 PM, and I had not dilated any more than a 7 for a while. I had been in active labor for 25 hours. To make it worse Dixon’s heart rate was dropping with each contraction. She wanted to warn and prepare me that we would more than likely be having a c section very soon but it was ultimately my doctor would make it official. I had it in my mind that a c section wasn’t going to happen. I never thought about having surgery during this process. My whole pregenancy had gone so smoothly. How could this not?
David’s family got up to leave and David’s sweet mom was the last to walk out. She could see the fear in my eyes. She herself had a c section with David and I am pretty sure knows all the feelings that I was having. I will never forget her walking up to me and putting her hand on mine and she said, “It’ll be ok.” As she went to get David, I couldn’t stop analyzing the situation, and then he walked in. I lost it. With tears in my eyes, I told him I was going to have a c section and that Dixon was giving up. Not the greatest choices of words. I know. I had worked so hard to get as far as I had gotten. David finally calmed me down and said we need to do what is best for you and Dixon and that’s having a c section. David was the wind in sails. I would have done whatever it took, no questions asked, to make sure Dixon got here the safest way.
Dr. Guidry arrived and she gave me a run down of the situation at hand. From the beginning she mentioned I would be having a c section. Once we started using the exercise ball she seemed hopeful that I could get to a 10. However Dixon started to give up on delivery. Since I had been in labor for so long his heart rate started to drop with each contraction I was having. It wasn’t dropping enough to be an emergency situation yet. My doctor took me off the pitocin drip and his heart rate went back to normal and I went to a “stretchy” 7. She then decided to start my drip again and nothing changed. My doctor had promised we would have a baby by the end of Thanksgiving Day. After many tears and pure exhaustion, we then decided to have a c section. Before David walked in my doctor checked me one last time before she made the first cut. I would have been traumatized if she said “Oh you’re at a 10! Lets go back and push!” The exhaustion I had at this point wanted Dixon out, and I was on the table ready physically and emotionally. I just wanted my baby! I was shaking so bad on the table, but I was worried about David who doesn’t do good with blood much less surgery, but he did great. He kept me calm and was strong yet sensitive. I kept my eyes on him the entire time. At 8:27 PM I remember hearing the most beautiful cry as tears ran down my face. I was so happy he was here and ok. Waiting to see him seemed like forever, but his cry was plenty for me. He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. All ten toes and fingers and tiny nose and lips and ears and a head full of dark hair and even dark toned skin. He was alert as ever. I have never seen Dave more proud. He weighed 7.5 pounds and measured 20.5 inches and healthy as ever.
He was crying so loud when they brought him to me, but as soon as they put his cheek on my cheek he was calm. It is amazing how well babies know their mother’s from the first second of life. I still can’t believe this perfect being was created inside of me. My first time to hold him. I had dreamed about what he would look like and how this moment would feel. I took all of him in and still do to this day. I can’t begin to describe the first time you hold, feel, smell and look at your baby. He was worth the wait. The best crew I could have asked for. Dave and I were very impressed with our on call doctor. She always shot us straight even when we didn’t want to hear it. When it came down to having surgery, she made us feel very confident in every decision that she made. We were in love from the start. David was off to tell our family that everything went perfectly and show off his brand spankin’ new son! The Davidges were super excited!
Everyone couldn’t wait to see that baby boy! Kelly was our first visitor. The rest of our precious family poured in. Since I was in labor so long, everyone was able to make it. It seemed as if Dixon waited for all of them to arrive before he did. I love that Hank managed to lose his pants from all the waiting. One proud Pappaw Rowton. My sweet Pappaw never has words only a pat of the hand and a grin which speaks volumes to me. My dear mom didn’t get to see me before I was sent off to surgery since it happened so fast. Once we saw each other for the first time and everything had gone smoothly, we both were teary eyed and relieved and overjoyed. My baby boy is so loved.
What a beautiful day! This was the most bittersweet moment of my life. Motherhood is hard but the most rewarding feeling. It amazes me how much I can love this tiny soul. He is worth more than I could ever give him. I would go through this over and over again to have him in my life. He has changed me and shows me new and interesting things each and every day. I have never experienced a love like his.
We cannot thank our birth story photographer, Christie Froom, enough! She not only hung in there for 12 hours but missed Thanksgiving Day with her family to be by our sides. I cannot begin to explain the amount of love and joy she brought David and I and my family on that day. She is one phenomenal photographer straight across the board and now we feel like she is a part of our family. So thank you, thank you, thank you for our precious memories!