My OB and I were planning a vbac. We had a tentative date set for a c section (41 weeks 4 days) if I didn't go into labour on my own before that. The c-section date was set because the hospital has a policy of no vbac's after 42 weeks. The c-section was scheduled for a Tuesday and because it was right after easter weekend I had to go in on the Thursday before that (March 20) for an ultrasound. We were both optimistic that I would go on my own before tuesday.
I went into the hospital at 10 am for my ultrasound. I didn't even bring my bag that I had packed for the hospital. I assumed I would be home before noon. Not so. When they did the ultrasound the technician told me that my baby was measuring at 36 weeks and was around 5 pounds. He was quickly labelled as "failure to thrive" and they called in the OB that was on call (which happened to be my OB). After many measurements and countless people looking at the screen, they said "we have to get the baby out, he's not growing"... and that was that. I was brought upstairs to the L&D floor and prepped for surgery. C went home to get my hospital bag and pick up ds1 from school. I was by myself. No one even knew I was in the hospital. I couldn't reach my sister and my best friend was sleeping because she had worked a night shift the night before. I felt defeated. I was going to have another c-section and I really didn't want one. While hooked up to the monitors I began to have contractions. I begged the nurse to give me time to go into labour on my own. The response I got was "your doctor has an opening at 4 for a section, if you don't do it now you'll end up having a section tonight with a doctor that you don't know - they are not going to let you labour all through the night"
Fast forward to about 2pm... I'm still having contractions, but they are about 20 minutes apart and not very strong. By this time, everyone knows I'm in the hospital. My sister and bff are there and we are still waiting on C and ds1. We took a few pictures to pass the time....
4:00pm ... C is dressed in scrubs and I'm getting the spinal. I'm nervous but I know that I'll be holding a baby very shortly. Finally my OB walked in and all of a sudden I'm very calm and happy. We are having a baby today I'm talking to my OB as he is performing the surgery and I'm asking him all kinds of questions. As I feel the tugging and pressure, the doc says "he's no five pounder" and they show him to me briefly, but quickly take him a few feet away. Everything is a blur after that point. I remember they laid him on my chest for what seemed like 30 seconds, and then he and C were gone. As the doc was closing up the incision I was asking questions about ds2. He weighed in at 7 pounds 12 ounces and was pink and healthy I felt such relief. I started joking with the hospital staff about ordering fish for supper the next day because it was good friday... asked my ob to give me a tummy tuck while he had everything opened up... maybe it was the meds...
FINALLY I was in the recovery room...
While in the recovery room I watched this tiny perfect baby inch across my chest on his own and latch on for the first time. It took him 25 minutes to get from where I laid him to my breast. He nursed for 20 minutes before I unlatched him and moved him to the other side (where he nursed for another 20 minutes). He nursed about every 1.5 hours that first night. I didn't sleep, I couldn't. I couldn't stop looking at him.
He has never tasted formula.
He nursed every 2 hours around the clock until he was nearly 2. When I started school in September (he was 29 months) he would nurse in the morning, after dinner and before bed... still waking at night sometimes. I tried night weaning but I honestly sucked at it. So I just let it ride. I figured that he would eventually stop on his own. At some point between then and now he cut down to just bedtime - and 3 months ago (33 months old) he started sleeping through the night without nursing. On his own.
He nursed every night until February 16th. He didn't ask after that. I felt sick. I liked the fact that he weaned on his own, but I wish I had known it was his last time nursing because I would have burned that image into my head.
It's as if he knew what I was thinking because the night before last, March 3rd, he asked to nurse before bed I watched him. I will remember it. He asked again last night, but only nursed for about 30 seconds. He didn't ask tonight.
He will be three years old on March 20 and I'm not sure if he will ask to nurse again or not. I will not refuse if he asks, but I will not offer either.
It's been a great ride and I owe so much to the LLLadies here. I found this site when ds2 was 2 weeks old. My goal at that point was to nurse for 6 months.