Friday, June 10th, 2016-
2am: My dad ended up bringing some baby blue nail polish in honor of our baby boy coming. My sweet mom (who hates feet) paints my toe nails.
The nausea and discomfort worsens throughout the night. Finally, because we all knew I was in for a long labor, the nurse brings me some medication to fight the nausea and some mild painkillers to allow me to get some rest.
I hoped that this also allowed my husband and mom to get some rest too. I close my eyes and what seemed like a second went by, my discomfort is back. I keep quiet as long as I can to let the others get some more rest. I turn on Last Man Standing as distraction and that wakes the room.
I look at the the clock. Its 5am. My doctor is going to be here in an hour to break my water and start the induction. My mom lets my husband rest some more. She talks to me.
*Another note: If you are debating on whether or not to have your mom in the delivery room with you. DO IT! She has done this before and she will know what to say to comfort you, like moms always do. But then again, do what makes you feel comfortable so if having her there makes you less comfortable, then don't do it. :)
I won't go into detail of what she said to me, but we talked over what was going to happen and what I should prepare for.
6am: The doctor is late. (You notice those kinds of things when you want to have your baby, hehe.)
6:30am: He finally shows up. In one swift motion, he checks my cervix (dilated 1cm) and then breaks my water. To me, it did feel like a waterfall, but I still have heard it is different for every woman. They also turn on the pitocin.
Not long after, contractions pick up. They are small at first, but quickly grow with intensity. They begin to grow close together and I feel no let up from them. My stomach was constantly contracting, I felt like I could not breathe.
They check my cervix, I am only dilated to a 2. Its going to be a long day.
10:30am: The contractions are piggy backing and are so strong, that I cannot get enough air and I choose to get an epidural. It takes the anesthesiologist takes a half hour to get there because he is helping an emergency case. That makes it a little easier to wait, thinking that he is helping save someone's life, still it felt like FOREVER.
He makes it into the room and asks that only one person stays in the room with me. I ask my husband to stay so my mom and dad leave the room. I drape my legs over the edge of the bed and support myself on my husbands shoulder. First, there is a little prick as he gives me a numbing agent. Next he says "You will feel a bit of pressure and then a pop went I enter the epidural. Let me know if you feel a shooting pain down your legs."
It is kind of a scary thought that they are going to insert a needle into your spine without any guide. But this guy was so good and talked me through the whole procedure so that my nerves were calmed. I feel the pop, it means he is in. It takes a little while to get situated because he inserts the catheter and tapes the cord to my back so I do not pull too hard on it if I move at all. It is almost immediate that the numbness in my legs begins. I get help laying back down and then I get a fun catheter to collect pee since I cannot stand up. Luckily, you do not feel it at all.
Since my monitors were falling off all morning (mostly because I was moving) they decide to insert some internal monitors. One attaches to the inside of the uterus to monitor contractions and the other they insert on the top of the baby's head to monitor heart rate during the contractions. They struggle to get the one attached to the baby. They have to take it out and try it again. The nurse says it is most likely because the baby has a lot of hair. Matt and I get excited because both of us were bald kiddos and it is exciting to get another idea of how your baby might look. They try again and it luckily sticks!
They would check my cervix about every 1.5-2 hours and I progressed very slowly. Stayed at a 3 for a while. While they checked my cervix, they would reposition me in my bed. Since I had the epidural, I couldn't lay flat on my back (the meds will pool in your back and not work very well).
The next few hours were GREAT! I no longer felt the contractions. I could watch TV, I could sleep, still couldn't eat, but thats OK!
6pm: Slowly, I started feeling my left leg. It wasn't just pressure that I could feel. I could move my leg and I started feeling "pressure" like the baby was close to being ready to come out. It got to a point where the pressure turned into pain and the pain caused tears. My husband was on one side of the bed and my mom on the other. I looked up at them in tears and the pain became all consuming. The nurse came into check my cervix again to see if it was the baby ready to come.
I was at a 6.
At that point, I lost it. I didn't want to do it anymore. I looked at my mom, "I don't want to do this anymore, mommy". Which caused her to start crying and she told me that if she could do it for me, she would. The anesthesiologist came in at this point and pushed an extra dose of the epidural. Miracle ... the pain subsided. I was able to relax again.
8pm: The nurse continued to check on me throughout the evening. Once your water is broken, they check your temperature every few hours as well because they are concerned with you getting an infection. My temperature remained normal throughout the whole day. Until now. I spiked a fever and they decided to push antibiotics as a precaution. They would give me three different antibiotics, each one a half hour apart.
9pm: The nurse came back in ready to give me my last dose of antibiotics. First, she checked my cervix.
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"You are at a 10. I am going to call your doctor and let him know."
Finally, it had been a long day and I was ready to be done. My doctor showed up, checked my cervix again and said that the baby was posterior. Meaning, rather than his face being towards my back, he was facing up. Because of this, the doctor told me that he wanted me to push for an hour and then he would come back and check to see how I was doing. Since the baby was posterior, that can increase the pushing time.
The doctor left and the nurse started prepping me to push.
"Just so you know, first time moms can take anywhere from one hour to three hours to push their babies out," she said as she lifted my legs into those lovely stir-ups.
I thought ... HECK NO! I wanted him out as quickly as possible and I did NOT want to push for three hours. My husband grabbed one leg and my mom the other.
"Push down on their hands and grab the back of your legs. When I say push, I want you to push, breathe in, and hold it while I count to ten.
Ready? Push!"
I took that first breath and pushed. And pushed. At first, I felt like I didn't know what I was doing. But then I got to the point where I was giving it all I got. I grabbed the handrails on the bed to brace myself and pushed even harder.
I kept looking at the clock. 15 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. Bad idea! Ask for the nurse to take it down, cover it, something! Just do not look at the clock!
Clearly, I was going faster than they anticipated because the nurse told me to stop.
"I can see the top of his head!" both my husband and mom exclaimed!
"If you keep pushing the baby will be here and we cannot rotate him." She called my doctor who said he was 20 minutes away.
At this point, the baby was ready to come out. I could feel him and my body wanted to take over.
Everyone kept telling me not to push. ARE YOU ALL CRAZY?!?! I thought as I wiggled to keep myself from pushing.
People kept walking in and out of the room, none of which were my doctor.
A nurse came in and said, "Your doctor is getting scrubbed in and will be here shortly."
Could you tell him to hurry up?
"Thanks ..." was all I could muster and I don't think I said it nicely. I did feel like punching someone. Very forcefully. In the face.
They pulled in the baby bed, a cart (which I later learned was for the placenta and other ickiness about to come out), and an ultrasound machine (which was to help the doctor view to make sure he was posterior and prep for the forceps).
Finally, the doctor came in. Got gloves on and tried to turn on the ultrasound machine. It wouldn't turn on.
"Get me a new one in here please." So they rolled another GIANT ultrasound machine in the room. At this point there was all the equipment, the doctor, my nurse, a second nurse for the baby, a NICU nurse (because it was an assisted delivery), my mom, my husband, and my dad in the room. You could not walk across the room if you tried.
The doctor was able to get the ultrasound machine to work. Checked the baby and prepared for the delivery.
"I need you to do a big push and hold it for me, OK?"
"OK"
I pushed and held it. I couldn't exactly tell you what I was feeling, but I do know that the doctor was placing the forceps around the baby's head and turning him over to assist him out of the birth canal.
"Good!"
It took a few minutes, but after the baby was positioned, it was like he fell out. I was done. The baby was out!
10:25pm: I was a mom!