Brody Garrett Hatch

Born Sunday, April 21, 2013 at 10:00pm
7.7 lbs.
21 inches long


Friday evening I inserted a prim Rose oil capsule to help soften the cervix. Saturday morning was leaking amniotic fluid so I went to the hospital that evening to make sure everything was okay with the baby. I was checked and not making any progress so I went home slightly discouraged. I was having strong contractions but not regularly. That evening was a Romney wedding reception and in our absence it was assumed I was having my baby. The next morning I was still experiencing a slight flow of amniotic fluid but my contractions stopped all together after being very intense throughout the night. I decided to stay home from church for not wanting to explain the entire situation over and over.  Garrett came home and said that everyone was congratulating him all afternoon and he was stuck explaining that it was a false alarm. I sat home all day Sunday wondering what I could do to help bring on labor for fear I was losing too much precious fluid.

Around 7:00pm I decided to take Adalyn on a walk up the street. While on the walk I began contracting. They were strong and frequent so I waddled home and started timing them. Sure enough they were coming every 3-4 minutes apart and were still going strong after an hour. I announced it was time to go.

We dropped the kids off at Grandma Hatch's house and continued onto the hospital. Garrett told me he knew it was time because I couldn't talk (or yell at him) during the contractions and would need to double in half to help alleviate the pain.

We arrived at the hospital at 9:00pm and the doctor arrived shortly thereafter. I was again checked and told that I was only at 2 cm and probably would not have the baby until the next morning. Also, that the baby's head was already wedged.  I requested an epidural immediately and was wheeled to my room. Once in my room I was hooked up to an IV, which took the nurse several tries and after injuring one of my hands she finally succeeded with the other. Next the anesthesiologist came in and was ready to administer my epidural. By this time my contractions were coming a lot closer together and I was having the "urge" to push.  I told the doctor this and he said go ahead and push, not thinking I was going anywhere anytime soon. After one strong push my water completely broke and the good doctor realized it was time to get rolling. I had progressed from 2 cm to 10 cm in a half an hour.

The anesthesiologist also realized that I meant business so he gave me an additional boost of pain killers since I could still feel everything only on a slightly muted level. Once my bed was transformed and the room was set up I waisted no time pushing. This baby was on the right side (which makes for a harder delivery compared to the the left side) and his head was already good and stuck. I gave it my all for a good 10-20 minutes and he was finally born. I noticed that he was completely purple and the doctor waisted no time with the cutting of the cord, which usually he asks Garrett to do, and was rushed to the corner where the Pediatrician was waiting to administer to him. It took him several minutes before we heard a good healthy cry. All I remember was thinking how quiet the delivery room was throughout this experience. 

I was relieved to hear that sweet,  strong cry. I was then cleaned up and congratulated by the Anesthesiologist, Pediatrician and my doctor. We all shook hands and they left us to spend a quiet evening together as a family in my hospital room.

From the first week we were left to fend for ourselves and figure out the new dynamic of our family of 7. It took a lot of adjusting. Ada wanted nothing to do with the baby for the first few weeks. Everyone, all of a sudden, was resistant to help out by doing more around the house to help me out. I was feeling overwhelmed and helpless. I was dealing with a hard recovery and couldn't bounce back like I have done before. Every time Garrett left the house chaos would strike.  By week two I had a few melt downs and needed to lock myself in my room to cry the day away. Gratefully my children survived those days on their own.  I am feeling more like myself, although having 5 kids is proving to be very difficult. Everyday gets a little bit better. I am just so blessed to have a mild mannered baby.  I am also very grateful to the family and friends who have heard my cry for help and stepped in when I needed it the most.