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Sarah & Aiden's Birth Story

May 9, 2019

The anticipation, the uncertainty, that moment you first lock eyes with your first baby. It's all here as our client, Sarah McPeak, shares her story of her son's birth.

I grew up playing sports. During pregnancy I realized that I was training for a game I’ve never played.  Basketball is my favorite sport, and I felt like I was soon to be participating in the Stanley Cup. I consider myself easy going but also like to be prepared.  Somehow, yes, that personality combination is possible. Being a person that likes to be in control (insert giggles from parents everywhere), a natural birth sounded intriguing. That being said I was open to an epidural and willing to pull out whatever game plan was necessary when the time came.


At 41 weeks my body seemed to be confused about the timing of this championship game. I sat in the doctor’s office casually reading People magazine and undergoing the recommended stress test for 41 weeks. My husband and I planned to have a nice lunch afterward and had already made a reservation. Just as we were discussing what we might order, the doctor and nurse came in and said they recommended inducing me. Induce me? As much as everyone said have a plan but it likely won’t happen, I still found myself thinking, “this is not the plan.”


They insisted on pushing me in a wheelchair to labor and delivery. I asked if I could walk thinking it might be awhile until I could walk again comfortably. They explained it was protocol and off we wheeled.  We were set up in a nice large room. It was honestly one of the biggest hospital rooms I’ve ever seen. The midwife suggested starting with a cook balloon as the nurse hooked me up to the monitors. The nurse said everything looked great, seeming somewhat surprised the doctor wanted to induce. The doctor had explained that given the minor change seen on the monitor during the stress test and being 41 weeks it was riskier to leave the baby baking them to move forward with labor and delivery.  That seemed to mark one of many times that I would turn to my husband and ask, “so we’re doing the right thing?”