C-section was inevitable and it happened – All the pain I was in and all I kept thinking was, you better keep pushing because you are NOT having a C-section. I had told Tres before we got to the hospital that no matter what happens - and if I’m not in my right mind - to remind me how bad I don’t want a C-section. Within the last hour all I remember was screaming, “Get me a C-section, get me a C-section” over and over again. Tres looked at me a few times, shook his head no and said, “You don’t want that, you can do this.” He said eventually, I looked at him and screamed, “STOP SAYING THAT.” Funny enough, in between contractions when I wasn’t in the most agonizing pain, I would snap out of it and say, “No, you’re right, I’m not having a C-section.” My doctor knew this about me and was so patient every step of the way. He let me continue to push as long as it was safe for me and baby and really let me decide what I wanted to do throughout the entire process. His final room visit, I’m guessing around 8am, he asked me what I wanted to do. All I remember is looking at him, then looking at Tres, then back at him and asking them, “What should I do?” I was so defeated. It literally brings tears to my eyes and breaks my heart even thinking back to it because anything BUT a C-section – that was all I said from the day I learned I was pregnant. My doctor said, “You’ve worked really hard, done everything you can do, let’s go have a baby.” Tres and I both asked one more time if he thought there was a possibility baby could be born vaginally and if it was worth it to keep trying. In so many words, he told us he didn’t think it would happen and could potentially get dangerous. I was still in so much pain, I just didn’t care anymore – I was ready to not hurt anymore and to meet him (or her), so I agreed and was wheeled back to the OR.
I never knew how quickly C-sections moved. I think I got back there around 9:00 and Xav was born at 9:28. Tres said he was a nervous wreck. He was so tired of seeing me in pain and it was upsetting him to the point of feeling sick, then they gave him scrubs and made him sit in a waiting area until they had me prepped (see picture above). He said he had no idea what was happening and was worried sick. They gave me a spinal tap for the section. I remember them prepping me and asking if I wanted Tres to be the one to announce boy or girl. I said yes of course then before I knew it Tres was with me, I felt a lot of pressure and pulling at my belly, then I heard, “It’s a boy.” Immediately after that I heard my doc say, “a head full of hair and a cone head from all the pushing” then he was lifted up and all I saw was a bunch of hair on the cutest little cone head! He literally looked like movie Coneheads but with a head of hair - haha! Francis Xavier LeTard IV – born on August 19, 7 pounds 5 ounces, 19.5 inches – the most handsome little bebe I have ever and will ever see. We have video of this and nothing makes me happier than hearing Tres say, “It’s a boy.” It will never get old and be cherished forever.
We spent 2 more nights in the hospital. After a total of 4 nights, you would think I couldn’t get out of there fast enough, but I learned that the hospital experience – even as rough as it got for me – is a huge part of the many milestones that come out of pregnancy/birth and that time should be savored and cherished. I had all kinds of plans for pictures in my mind because I knew this would be our only experience in the hospital having a baby, so I wanted the perfect pictures. I didn’t get perfect pictures and it doesn’t matter. The ones we took are raw and real, and I love them because they tell Xav’s story so much better than any planned ones ever could. My makeup was gone, hair was a mess, and I didn’t look like the fabulous mother who gave birth effortlessly I had hoped to look like – as a matter of fact, I looked my most horrid. That doesn’t matter either because Xav looks cute as a button and it was his most special day! We didn’t drink any of the champagne, wine, or eat the cheese boards. That also doesn’t matter because we celebrated him all the same!
I tell this birth story to not scare anyone – believe me, I heard SO MANY easy-going birth stories I never thought I would have a bad one. I just wanted to share all the details as honest and real as they were. Do I think most people will have this hard a time having a baby? No, I most definitely do not. I truly think most birth experiences are pretty simple so keep that in mind if you read this and are now scared to give birth. None of it matters though… Xav got here safely, he's healthy, and we are just having the best time with him since we got home! Thank y’all for following along at the hospital until I disappeared from social media for days and scared everyone, but now you know why - haha. I so appreciate all the love and support from everyone I got throughout the pregnancy, the birth, and since we got home. I hope to bring Xav into this cooking world of mine just a little bit and hope y’all will continue to follow along!