My Birth Story: Levi Paul Meyerhoff

My Birth Story:  Levi Paul MeyerhoffIt’s surreal to be sitting here in my living room three days before my due date, writing my birth story blog. There is a sweet little guy thinking about sleeping near me, and all is quiet in my house. While I would like to say this labor and delivery was uneventful, it definitely was an adventure.

With my daughter, my water broke at home and I knew I was in labor. Of course, this time was completely different. We celebrated my daughter’s second birthday with friends on Saturday, August 2. I just wanted to make it through her party, and then I felt like my son could decide it was time to come. He listened! Sunday morning, I was surprised to feel some cramping, which was eventually accompanied with light spotting.

I am a very stubborn person, so I decided to ignore it and just take it as maybe the beginnings of labor. We spent Sunday going to church and taking my daughter to a local park and splash pad. We chased her around the playground and watched her play in the water. Little did I know, this would be our last play date without her baby brother.

Sunday night offered not much sleep. I started having contractions, but they weren’t super close, so I wasn’t too alarmed. By Monday morning, I was having contractions about 10 minutes apart. Fortunately, my husband was off Monday, so I wasn’t alone. He ran errands while Johanna and I stayed at home, where I grimaced in pain at the cramps and she held Mommy’s hand.

After a call to my midwife about 7:30 a.m., I decided to go in after 9 for a labor check. I hadn’t been checked previously, and she thought maybe I was in very early labor. Fast-forward to the doctor’s office, and I was shocked and emotional to find out that I was already at 9 cm!

Fear set in since we had my daughter with us and our sitter was not available this day. I felt like a total crazy pregnant woman when I called my neighbor in tears asking her if she could come get Johanna until my friend could come to my rescue.

The nursing staff and anesthesiologist found it comical almost that I was at 9 cm. By lunchtime, I had progressed to 10 cm and my epidural was in place. We were now waiting. I comically said the word “butt” at least 300 times when referring to the pressure from my contractions. My husband was a great support talking to me, holding my hand, and rubbing my back.

A few hours later, my midwife came back and 3 easy pushes later, Levi Paul Meyerhoff made his way into the world. His little 7 lb. 14 oz. body was in my hands immediately. There is something magical about holding your baby for the first time. You don’t notice the blood or the fluids everywhere from childbirth. It’s like you are there in a magical moment that no one can take away or understand. My husband was right there with me, and my daughter was safe and happy at home with my friend and her little buddy.

This pregnancy was so different from my first and my birth story was, too. We later called friends and family to let them know what had happened. Levi is 5 days old today, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. Being a mommy is the best job!

Karyn Meyerhoff is a mom of two who lives and writes in Northeast Indiana.  She doesn’t like pain, but she loves the adrenaline from labor.

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2 Responses to “My Birth Story: Levi Paul Meyerhoff”

  1. Sarah says:

    Congrats mama!! <3

  2. Katherine says:

    Congratulations! I have a boy named Levi, too. He is seven now. 🙂