The morning (March 1st) started off just the way i had hoped it wouldn't. I called in at 10am to make sure we were still on for an 11am induction. I was told no, we were not on, and they didn't know how long it would be or even if it would for sure happen that day. I had to just wait for them to call me and give me the go ahead. This my friends, is a form of torture. Do you have any idea what that does to a expectant mother who's been told for weeks that she was going to have a baby this certain day and then that day comes and they say "hey, we're not sure this is even happening today but hang right by your phone cause we can call at any moment." ??? Not good. So at noon they call and say basically the same thing again. Still waiting. One o'clock comes, two o'clock comes and goes. Three o'clock. At this point not only am i in the "depths of despair" (as Anne so well puts it) but also getting very grumpy & agitated. My mom, sisters, Sara & I decided to leave the hotel where we were twiddleing our thumbs and disinterestedly watching Dr. Phil, and go shopping at TjMaxx. 3:30 we get there, browse for about 5 minutes and my phone rings again. This time it's the call i was waiting for! Time to go in & have a baby. FINALLY. And you better believe that even though i wasn't really in labor yet, my mother drove us there like i was about to have the baby in the car at any moment. She was worried they'd call back and tell me not to come in.
4 pm: We're at the hospital, gowned up, iv'd up & waiting for the doc.
4:30 ish: Doctor checks me out and breaks my water. There is no turning back now! Babies bath is being drained and he's coming out sometime soon. (hopefully!) And then, nothing happens...........and nothing happens..........i'm okay'ed to get off monitors and walk around. So there i go, lesiurely walking up & down the halls, chowing down on some delicious oatmeal raisin cookies (thank you Tina T!) and sipping on even more delicious homemade green juice (again, thanks to Tina T!)
They were waiting for something to happen...
And so was I!
No contractions, nothing.
6:30 pm: They tell me to try a bath, cause that can help get things going naturally, and i was really hoping to avoid proticin (drugs to induce contractions)
7:15 pm: Contractions start & pick up pretty quickly. 4 min apart and by the 5th or 6th one they REALLY start to hurt already. Within 10 min, i tell my nurse that we need to have a chat about an epidural! It might sound wimpy, being not much time had gone by, but they came on so strong already, and hurt more than what i'd remembered with Emelyne. My nurse checked me and i was still only 5cm dialated. So i said let's do it, i want an epidural NOW! By this time it's a little after 8pm. They needed to get a bag of iv fluid in me before the epidural, so while that was going they called the anesthesiologist and get my paperwork going. Also, at this point, the contractions were getting so bad that apperently i wasn't breathing correctly and because of this (so they say) my hands started cramping & going numb as well as my face started going numb. The face part was starting to scare me. One of the med students was so sweet and stood there massaging my hands which kind of distracted me.
8:40 ish: Anesthesiologist is in the room. I sign the consent form & he starts asking my the 500 questions they have to go over. I'm already in position on the side of the bed, wishing sincerely that he's shush up and stick that needle in my spine already! At the same time i was really wondering how in the world i would hold VERY still while he did that, considering my contractions had only gotten MUCH stronger and frequent at that point. In fact i'm pretty sure some of them were over lapping and i was not getting a break. I could barely talk, and i felt LOTS of pressure, pressure to push. My nurse must have read my face, because she asked me that very question. I couldn't answer her, so they quickly rolled me over and could already see the babies head. At this point the anesthesiologist says "too late for you for epidural, good luck" and walks out the door. I wanted to strangle him! Even though i knew it'd be soon now, i wanted that medicine SO bad. Meanwhile, complete panic had set in in the room. There was no doctor around (only 1 1\2 hr before when i'd made no progress they'd told my doc to go ahead and stay home & eat dinner before coming in) and there was no equipment in the room yet for delivery or for baby, my bed was not even dropped away yet. But Octaveus didn't care about any of that. I can't tell you how many people were running in & out of the room. I was literally screaming in pain by then. Come to find out later on, because they never closed my door, all my friends & family in the waiting room were privileged to hear me the entire time. (Sorry about that again to you all!) So i was yelling, the nurses were yelling at me not to push, and i wasn't. My kids just come out on their own with not much help from me. Within a few minutes, my nurse says "okay, this is happening right now, give me a good push" so i gave 1 good push and out he came. At 9pm on the dot. So about 1 1/2 hrs after my contractions started was all it took til he was born. He came out SCREAMING (like me!) but at that time, it's the most wonderful sound in the world! His tongue was going and he was ready to eat already! 8 pounds 1 ounce 21 inches long. My doctor arrived about 20 minutes later. It took about 45 minutes for me to stop compulsively shaking & for them to clean everything up. And then this happened...
and we all lived....happily, but not so healthly ever after!
Stay tuned for another update. We've been busy! And enjoy a few more pics!
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