Last Friday, March 7th, I had my weekly checkup. I had made no progress, I had no contractions, and I left the doctor's office and went home and cried.
I felt like I was going to have to be induced, and the doctor said she wouldn't do it until March 17th because I was doing so well. This was all so very frustrating and different for me this time around -- with my first I had so much monitoring it was insane, with Evan I had about half as much and then I eventually refused the ultrasounds and he came early so I didn't have all the BPP's/NST's near the end. With this one, nothing was done, so I was shocked to find out she would let me go a week over my due date - plus she kept telling me the baby was a peanut, and I told her I thought it was already 8 pounds at least. I had dreams he was coming out huge.
After the tears, I got mad and decided to get things for the next week of waiting. I went to the library and got three books, then I went fabric shopping for an hour, then I went to the carwash, and then the grocery store. I was totally exhausted when I got home, but after putting away groceries we had to go back to Preschool for a family fun night. I did NOT have fun. That took a good hour and a half before we got back home -- I was still crabby and feeling majorly yucky so we got McDonald's and I was excited for their fish sammies so I ate two.
A few hours later, around 1am, I woke up with cramps. Nothing unusual. At 2am, I woke up with cramps. Interesting, I thought. At 3am, I woke up feeling crappy again. At 4am, I woke up and was like, hmmm, I should time these. 10 minutes apart. Here we go!
Over the next few hours I cleaned up the family room, quietly packed some things, and went and slept with the boys for a bit. I was anxious knowing what I had to go through. I told myself I wouldn't wake the kids or Chris up until 6 -- my labor never goes that fast. I tried to pray but my mind would wander.
At 6 am I wake Chris up to him saying, "i knew it!" which he clearly did NOT. I wake the kids up and get them packed up for Grandmas, extra clothes, pj's, and animals. I finish packing myself and things are starting to hurt so I have to go slow, about 3 minutes apart. We get in the car to go to Grandma's. Once we get there the kids are so excited I have to yell at them to come and give me a hug good-bye. I call the hospital to let them know I am coming.
We get there and I am at a 3, so I made progress from my doctor's appointment yesterday. An hour later, I only made slight progress, and the pain is getting very bad. I know they will want to send me home if I don't go faster or have my water break, but my contractions are always short and close together, so I do not get a rest. Another hour or so and the pain is so bad I start to cry, which never happened with the last two. I just start sobbing and Chris tells me its okay but its not okay because it just hurts and no one can help me and I know it. I have to do this. Its been three hours since I have been there and I am only at a 4. I told the nurse, "If you send me home, I don't think I can walk out of here on my own". She agrees and gets ready to give me an IV. I wasn't going to try to attempt no pain meds this time as I did with my previous two (they don't hand out medals either way!).
This epidural was so different than my other pregnancies, I could still feel pressure and some pain on my right side. I felt like this was a good thing, as usually it numbs me entirely which freaks me out. After that I rest for a bit. A few hours later I am feeling lots of pressure so I think its time but I am at a 9. My labor slows and I am still stuck at a 9 an hour after that -- they decide I need Pitocin just to get over that last hurdle. I want to be done so I agree.
It didn't take much, 15 minutes after the Pitocin I am pushing. This is the first time I can feel it! I pushed with one contraction, and followed the doctor's instructions to slow down and let things stretch. The next contraction I pushed and out came a head, then a hand (nuchal hand!) and the final push for the shoulders felt great - what a relief!
He came out screaming - music to a Mother's ears! I think because I could feel things, I didn't push as hard as the last two (even though they came out fast too) and I didn't tear half as bad...so happy about that since that is extremely painful for weeks after birth.
I looked at this board a lot while I labored..."have a healthy baby boy" was what I focused on.
Grandpa and Grandma....
His Godmother came for some snuggles:
I enjoyed the quiet of the night, even though I was in a hospital room with nurses, noises, and uncomfortable bed (and horrible food!). But, I woke up to this -- I think he was trying to put his whole hand in his mouth.
Hanging out, waiting to be discharged (took 6 hours because computers at hospital crashed).