Meet the Newest Gallarno!
So, it's been a while since we last posted. In that time, Cameron and I have had a ton of adventures (we went to Arizona for a convention where I accidentally touched Chris Evans abs, for example 😊). The biggest adventure we embarked on in our time away from the blog, though, was pregnancy and becoming parents!
Our little one is turning one month old today, so I figured what better time to share his birth story than now!
Without further ado, here's the story of how Grayson Daniel Kofi Gallarno came into the world!
I woke up early in the morning, three days after my due date, to the feeling of slightly uncomfortable cramping in my belly. At the time, Cam and I had been sleeping on the living room couch, since that was literally the only place I could comfortably sleep. After waddling to and from the bathroom, I tried finding a comfortable position to sleep in again but not before waking Cameron up to tell him I thought I was having contractions. He acknowledged me, half awake, making sure I was alright, and back to sleep we went.
Two hours later, I woke up again, trying to find a way to get comfortable, when I suddenly felt a burst of liquid. Almost immediately, I yelled to Cameron that my water broke, ridiculously wondering if I had stained the couch cushion (since we have a Lovesac couch, we were able to wash the whole seat). He helped me up and we made a game plan: he would get all of our things together while I took a shower then we would head to the hospital.
I stood in the shower, feeling both excited and terrified. I had been telling everyone under the sun that I was beyond ready to have my baby, but once the time came I wasn't sure that I was really ready. Obviously, none of that mattered, because he was coming whether I felt ready or not!
Once I'd finished my shower, Cameron helped me into the car and we were off. It only took a few minutes into our drive for me to realize that this would be my last chance to eat for a long while, so we decided to stop by Chick-fil-A! After getting my chicken minis, we finally made our way to the hospital. Being admitted took almost no time, but after being checked by a nurse, we learned that Grayson had pooped in the womb. The nurse assured us this just meant we'd have a NICU doctor present during delivery to make sure baby hadn't ingested anything. So with that, they took me to my room and we got settled in.
My labor progressed, and over the course of a few hours, I went from having contractions that didn't feel too terribly bad to feeling like I needed medication ASAP! I wanted to wait until I was 5-6 cm dilated before getting an epidural, but by 3 cm I was hurting, bad! I was able to get some pain medication that got me to 4 cm, then came the epidural. I was able to take a nap but as I continued progressing, I found myself in more and more pain. We eventually learned that my epidural had come loose, so it had to be removed and done again. Let me tell you, life got a whole lot better once the epidural was working properly!
As the day went on, my mom and sister arrived at the hospital, and I started getting more and more excited to meet Grayson. With every check my OB did, we learned that we were closer and closer to the end. Nurses started coming into the room to get everything prepped and my OB told us that we would be ready to start pushing within the hour. We called our photographer, Kristina, to let her know that I was about 9 cm and waited for her arrival. Once she arrived, everything seemed to start falling into place. My OB came in, checked me and said it was time to start pushing. If you know me in real life, then you know that this is where the story starts going a little sideways...
At this point, I was still 9 cm dilated and Grayson was so far down that they could touch his head during progress checks. When I began pushing, I was having good, strong contractions but as time went on, my contractions went all wonky. I would have several short contractions back to back, then turn around and have six minutes between each contraction. In the beginning, Grayson was doing well, but the longer I was in labor and the longer I continued to push when I could, his heart rate started to decelerate. To this day, I still have no idea how long I had been intermittently pushing, but after several attempts and different plans to try to get Grayson out, we ended up having a c-section.
Cameron got dressed in his OR scrubs as they got me prepped and ready. I chatted and joked with the team as we waited for my OB and the NICU doctor. Once everyone had arrived, they moved quickly and in what felt like a few minutes, Grayson was born!
Now, on the surface, it may sound like this wasn't a good birth story. I went into this wanting to deliver Grayson vaginally, but I always asserted that I truly didn't care how he got here as long as he was healthy. I labored for somewhere between 19 - 21 hours, I was able to make it to 9 cm dilated, I pushed as hard as I could, but ended up with a c-section anyway. Even though this sounds less than ideal, I honestly love everything about this experience. I wouldn't change a single thing about Grayson's birth story, because it's unique but absolutely perfect, just like him!
In the past month that we've been living as a family of 3, life has been hectic but wonderful. Grayson is changing so much every single day! Currently, he enjoys to stare up at the ceiling fan, sit in his bouncer or swing, and he absolutely loves bath time! Cameron and I can't wait to see what else is ahead for our little family, but we're excited to finally have Grayson here along for the ride!