That’s how long since Tyler was born. That’s how long we have been parents. That’s how long it’s been since I lives were forever changed.
On June 4, 2013, Tyler Michael Lynch was born into this world. Little did we know at that time just how much we would love being parents, how much we could love someone so tiny, and how much happier our lives would be from that day forward. Tyler’s birth wasn’t without it’s share of complications, but in the grand scheme of things, my pregnancy with him was pretty easy. I absolutely hated being pregnant, but luckily I didn’t really have any major problems.
To really start Tyler’s birth story, let’s take it back to when I found out I was pregnant. Justin and I were married on March 10, 2012, and started trying in April (when my insurance kicked in!). It took us a few months, but finally in October 2012, I fell pregnant! I had already planned out how I was going to tell Justin…. he gave me clues to find him when he proposed, so when I tested on October 15, 2012, and it was positive, I gave him clues that led to a gift bag of baby clothes. We were so excited. We immediately called our parents and said “keep your schedule clear in June and start thinking of what you want your grandchild to call you.” They were ecstatic!
To fully explain Tyler’s birth story, I need to go back to April 22, 2013. I was 31 weeks that morning, and hadn’t been feeling the baby move very much the night before, so we called my OB and went in. She did the fetal heart monitor and could hear a strong heartbeat, then had me do an ultrasound. We could see our baby moving all over the place, I just wasn’t able to feel it for some reason. At this time, my doctor said to just take it easy because the baby was really low but it was too early yet.
Two weeks later, May 6, 2013, at 33 weeks pregnant, I started having a small amount of spotting when I was in the shower. As soon as I got out we called the OB and went back again. At this point, I was supposed to be going every other week, but with the minor complications was there every week from 30 weeks until delivery. Anyways, we went in and she checked and could see some cervical bleeding, but was able to stop it. She put me on the fetal non-stress test to make sure I wasn’t having contractions and to monitor the baby’s heart rate. After about half an hour on that, she determined that we were ok to go home, but I was put on modified bed rest. On the way to the office I called my job and said I was heading to the doctor, on the way home I called and said I wouldn’t be back. I was planning to stop working once the baby was born, but this cut that a few weeks early. I was supposed to start training someone to take over my job that day, so I trained her via phone instead.
May 13 & 20, 2013, I went to my regular visits, but my OB was out, so I saw a different doctor in the office. My blood pressure was high, and he went on and on about how that makes this a high-risk pregnancy and I need to get in immediately with the high-risk physicians at the Winnie Palmer Hospital. I was so stressed, I called Justin crying, I called my mom crying, I didn’t know what to do. When I called, they said they couldn’t get me in for at least 2 weeks, and the doctor I saw made it seem urgent that I get in as soon as possible. I was so stressed. My regular OB’s office had cancelled my appointment for the next week because I was supposed to go to the hospital physicians. I spent the day crying. The next day I called my OB and added myself back on her schedule for the following Tuesday since Monday was a holiday.
My mom came to Orlando to stay with me and help me out since I was supposed to be on bedrest and taking it super easy. She wouldn’t even let me make my own lunch! While she was there, we had her take some maternity photos of us together. Then she went with me on Tuesday, May 28, to my appointment with my regular OB. I had been taking my blood pressure multiple times per day and it was perfectly normal. I wrote down all the readings and brought them to that appointment to show her. Of course, when they took my blood pressure at the office, it was high again. The proteins in my urine also came back slightly high, so she sent me to the lab to do a 24 hours urine test. I picked that up on Tuesday, and started it Wednesday morning. I finished it Thursday and brought it to the lab and had blood drawn. My doctor had me schedule an appointment for Friday, but we didn’t have any results.
Monday, June 3, 2013, at about 8am I received a phone call from my OB office saying they got the results from the tests, I need to come in at 12:40 for an appointment, then I was going to delivery. Well that woke me up! I asked her “So come in at 12:40 and then we will discuss delivery?” and she said “No, come in at 12:40 then you are going to delivery!” I clarified, I am having a baby today? And she said yes. I yelled for Justin who was getting ready for work and told him what was going on. He called his mom, who threw a few things in the car and started driving, she had a 12 hour drive to get down to Orlando since they were living in Virginia. I called my mom who came right back up to Orlando after just leaving the day before. She picked up my sister on the way. Justin went to work for the morning while I made sure everything was taken care of at home and we had our bag packed for the hospital. At noon, mom drove me to the doctor and Justin met us there from work. They explained that I have pre-eclampsia, and to continue with the pregnancy is dangerous. I was at 37 weeks that morning, so I had hit the safe point to deliver if needed.
We left the office and went home for a few minutes. We grabbed some lunch real quick, and also only wanted to bring one vehicle to the hospital. We checked in, and they got me in a gown and on a fetal heart monitor. At 4:05pm I was started on an IV of pitocin. At 5:40, one of the midwives came in and broke my water to really get labor started, and I have to say, that was one of the grossest parts of it all! Before that, though, I kicked everyone out except Justin. I wanted this to be something that we did, just the two of us. This was our baby we were bringing into the world, it was a time for just the two of us. I went through labor for a couple hours without much trouble.
By 8:40pm, about 4.5 hours after the induction started, the contractions were getting much worse. They were still a few minutes apart, but I felt like they were on top of each other. I was having such bad back labor, I just keep telling Justin to rub my back to try to relieve the pain. So much so, that I actually had bruises the next day from it. They tried adding Demerol to my IV for the pain and that was horrible. I had an adverse reaction to it, mostly in the form of hallucinations and dizziness. After about 30-45 minutes of that, I couldn’t take it anymore. I broke and asked for an epidural, which was put in at 10pm. I wanted to try to do it without medication if possible, but I just couldn’t handle it. I also had not dilated any in that time (still at 5cm), and was told later that if I hadn’t done the epidural, it was possible that I would not have progressed and ended in a cesarean.
Once I got the epidural, it was pretty smooth sailing for a while. I lost track of time, but I know at one point I fell asleep for about an hour and a half. At 10:30pm I was at cm. Justin said the nurses told him my body knows what it’s doing, and if it needs the rest now, then let me rest. I don’t really remember waking up feeling like I was asleep, but I know not long after I woke, the nurse came in and they checked and I was fully dilated at 12:15am. At 1:15am they said it was time to start pushing. The epidural didn’t work 100%, so my left leg was completely numb, but my right leg still had some feeling. Justin sat on my left side to hold my leg so that it wouldn’t keep falling, and the labor and delivery nurse was on my right. Since the epidural didn’t fully work, I still could just barely feel the contractions, which helped me know when to push.
Pushing took longer than I thought. I guess I didn’t realize that they don’t come out so easily. At that time, I thought the dilating was what was considered labor, then once you were there, just a few pushes and they baby is out. Nope! I was pushing for about an hour and a half. I do have to say, maybe it was the epidural, but I never really felt the “ring of fire” that everyone talks about sometimes. I do remember the nurse noting “all that hair” and said “I want to see!” so they brought in a mirror.
When the nurse noticed we were getting closer to birth, she went to call the on-call doctor for the group I see. To my relief, he was busy with another delivery, and they were sending in a midwife. The doctor who was in at the time was the one who told me to go see the high-risk and really stressed me out, I didn’t want him there. The midwife came in and decided I needed an episiotomy to get the baby out, so did that, and two pushes later we had a baby!
The midwife immediately lifted up the baby and showed Justin who turned to me with a huge smile and said “it’s a boy!” Tyler Michael was born at 2:43am on June 4, 2013, weighing 6 pounds, 12 ounces, and measuring 18 inches long. Once they got me stitched up and Tyler cleaned off just a little bit, Justin went downstairs to where my mom, dad, sister, and aunt, and his mom and brother were all waiting on the news. My mom was about to come find us, because Justin had text them all saying the baby was born and he would be down soon. We didn’t think about it that our phones were on do not disturb by then, so he never got the text back asking how I was, and my mom was worrying that his non-answer wasn’t a good thing. We brought one pink and one blue baby sock with us, so Justin brought the blue downstairs and showed it to everyone to say we have a boy!
First to come see us were both of our moms. Tyler was laying on me at the time and was already breastfeeding. They got to see him, but not hold him yet. Next came my dad and sister, and by then he had released, so my dad was the first person to hold him besides Justin and me. Then once they were done, Justin brought my aunt and his brother up. Then they all went home to sleep.
At 4:30am, the nurses realized that Tyler’s blood sugar was too low, so he had to be taken to the transition nursery and put on an IV. He stayed in there for about 24 hours. Justin and I had already discussed that he was to stay with the baby wherever that meant. When they said they were taking Tyler to the nursery, Justin immediately got up, gave me a kiss, and followed Tyler. At that point, I fell back asleep for a while. At 6am I was brought to a recovery room, and Justin met me there. We slept for about an hour, then went to visit Tyler in the nursery and feed him again. We did that pretty much the entire day. Our family all came back up to visit throughout the day, but were disappointed that they weren’t allowed in the nursery, so had to look at Tyler through a window.
On June 5, at 3:45am they were able to take the IV out of Tyler, and later that morning he came back to our room, so of course our family all came back so they could see and hold Tyler. The next day, as the nurses were checking over Tyler, they noticed that he was looking a little off-color, and drew some blood that showed his bilirubin levels were high, and he was jaundice. They ended up having to take him back to the nursery to be under the photo lights to help his body fight off the jaundice. I was set to be discharged, and they said unfortunately Tyler needed about 24 hours under the lights, but they couldn’t keep me any longer.
So we went home without Tyler which was so hard, but also allowed us to get some sleep that night before we brought him home and make sure we had everything ready for him. Since the hospital was only about a 15 minute drive from the house, we went back up there a few times to see him and let me feed him. The next morning Justin dropped me off at the hospital and went to work for a couple hours. I went to get all his discharge information and instructions, and then Justin came to pick us up and bring us home.
Now, 4 years later, you would never know Tyler had those few minor complications at birth. I wanted to do it unmedicated, but it just didn’t happen. I’ve heard that contractions are worse when you are induced, but since my only other experience with birth was a cesarean, I have nothing to compare it to. Either way, I did it. I had a baby. I birthed my child. I brought life into this world. I always say that before Tyler was born, Justin and I were a couple, then Tyler made us a family (and Ryan completed our family).