Life got so busy as soon as Susbaby arrived I never got the chance to formally introduce him on here!
Adam Orson Susman was born Thursday, April 9, 2015 at Methodist Women's Hospital. He was six pounds, six ounces and 19 inches long. He had 10 fingers and 10 toes (I counted twice).
Everything started and ended simply enough, but boy were emotions all over the place in between. We hadn't told anyone but at Shoshy's OB appointment a week prior the doctor scheduled her to be induced. So Wednesday night we went out to dinner and then to bed (in a slight state of disbelief). Woke up Thursday, showered, ate breakfast, and went to the hospital to have a baby. You know, a normal Thursday. :) Checked in, got settled in the room and starting doing all the paperwork and the nurse's questions and everything like that. Around 8am they started the Pitocin to start labor and around 9 the doctor came in to break her water. I got to play nurse and hand him instruments (okay, I held the package that a pointy stick was in and let him get it when he asked, but I'm still counting it). And that's when our peaceful morning abruptly ended.
A baby's heartrate is supposed to be somewhere between 110 to 160 (ish) beats per minute. Susbaby (he was still Susbaby) was baselining around 108, so noone was worried, but was aware of it. Back to the story.
Things got exciting
About a minute and a half, maybe two minutes after breaking the water, Susbaby's heartrate dropped. Like, dropped. By the time I looked at the monitor, it had recovered back up to the 50s. Apparently it had dropped all the way into the 30s. Suddenly the room was filling with nurses and our normally genial doctor switched into Commander. Everyone was super calm, including somehow Shoshy. I think I probably had the most adrenaline pumping of anyone in the room. Dr. Basset asked with OR was available and to tell them to get ready. Shoshy's bed was unplugged from the wall; her IVs were token off the stand; someone gave her an oxygen mask; someone gave me a bundle of scrubs and said I'd still need to get a hat and boots (I got the hat, but never go the boots). Probably three minutes later we're going down the hall; I'm hustling to catch up to hold Shoshy's hand after getting held back in a doorway. She tells me to call her mom and get her up here and to post on Facebook for everyone to start to daven for her. We've in the OR and the anesthesiologist is getting ready and going over his questions for her. She hadn't gotten an epidural yet (we were still hours away from that) so she was going to get knocked out. OR nurses were counting scalpels and other tools at a back table. Susbaby's heartrate was coming back up steadily and finally was back over 100. The room continued to fill with more people - waiting for an instruction. They got an instruction, but not the one they expected: we weren't going to do a C-Section, but were going to stay in the OR for an hour for observation. Someone said the room was booked for another procedure, but that was just going to have be delayed. And so, after an hour that simultaneously lasted forever and flew by, we left the OR the same way we came in - sans child - and Shoshy's nurse started the Pitocin again to get this whole labor thing started again.
In Shoshy's own words, from then on, labor was "easy." The plan was to get the epidural around 4cm dialited but when that time came, she didn't even think it was needed. The nurse encouraged her too though, because if the pain got worse and she couldn't stay still it would be too hard to give it to her later. Okay, so a bit later the anesthesiologist came in to do his thing. A couple hours later her leg starts to hurt and the nurse is working to adjust her position so the medicine works better. Dr. Bassett happened to walk in to check how dialated she is. We're expecting 7cm, maybe 8. Nope, she's fully at 10 and ready to start pushing. He'll be back in an hour to see how it's going. Shoshy starts to push with me, her mom, and the nurse all helping. She's doing a great job, pushing hard and steady when she's told to and resting and breathing well when she's supposed to. After about 30 minutes the nurse has to call the doctor back because she's ready to deliver, so he came hustling back a bit sooner than expected and Shoshy had to hold back to keep from delivering before he arrived (we're only talking a few minutes, thankfully). Six weeks of birthing classes taught only one useful thing, and the six weeks were worth every minute: if you pretend you're blowing out a candle, you can't push. So blow she did.
As soon as Dr. Bassett arrived Shoshy started pushing again, following his specific directions. Push. Again. A half push. Stop! A quarter push. Push. Again. Stop! Shoshy did what she does best and followed the expert's directions perfectly and with an awesome first cry Adam was born into the world less than 12 hours after arriving at the hospital!