Jones's Birth Story

This pregnancy was a little harder than my other two. I was diagnosed with chronic hypertension at the beginning. (I mean, who doesn’t have high blood pressure with two toddlers?!) I had extra appointments and ultrasounds, but nothing to invasive and baby and I were healthy. They had planned to induce me at 39 weeks because of this. A Black Friday baby! I wanted to go naturally so I am super happy my kiddos all like to come at 38 weeks.

I spent two nights awake counting contractions that would disappear after 2 hours. Finally on November 21st I started counting at 11pm and the next 4 hours they were finally consistent and painful enough to head to the hospital. Once at the hospital I was given a room in triage. Because of the high blood pressure I had to have baby hooked up to monitors so I couldn’t walk around. We spent 7 hours in triage before a labor and delivery room was ready. That was the hardest part of all of this. I couldn’t walk around and my contractions tapered off, AGAIN. I was so worried they would send me home. Thankfully I kept dilating (when I arrived I was 3cm and when they checked again I was 4cm,) so I got a room and they started me on pitocin. I quickly dilated to 6cm, my doctor broke my water and shortly after that I had my epidural. Unfortunately the epidural only worked on one side. The same thing happened with Ada! After some fidgeting with that, it started working.

Not long after the epidural was working right the doctor decided to check me again. To his surprise I was ready to push. He asked for a practice push, as soon as I started to he told me to stop and that it was go time. The nurse seemed surprised. He casually started getting himself ready saying, “This won’t take long.” In my mind I was like, what’s long to him? Hahah. I pushed for 4+ hours with Clark and 20 minutes with Ada. I honestly think I may have been ready to push long before he checked me but since we had to figure out the epidural I didn’t notice the urge to push.

10 minutes of very hard pushing later, Jones Martin Wellock was born at 7 pounds 9 ounces (my biggest baby) and 20.5 inches long. Throughout all of this, Reid did not know whether we were having a boy or a girl. I took my Mum to the anatomy scan so we both knew (and the staff at my OB’s office, random people in Target and some of my best friends lol.) Reid was CONVINCED it was a girl. Multiple times that day he kept telling me he knew it was a girl so don’t be upset at his reaction when he isn’t surprised.

Boy was he surprised. I am so thankful my Mum was there to photograph his reaction. The doctor left laughing saying, “that was fun.”