I’m a little past 39 weeks now, but I have a reason I haven’t posted: Theres this small human here and he has kind of taken over my
I could say my week was just like any other week, but it wasn’t. Something was happening to me, and I knew it. I was contracting more and more, without pain and I won’t deny I was in the doctor’s office every other day that week getting checked to make sure I wasn’t in labor. Of course: I wasn’t. Saturday night however, contractions were getting painful and closer together. After a short call to the doctor and contractions 6-7 minutes apart we headed to Labor and Delivery where I was sent home with pain meds and told to call back if they were worse. I was 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced and not progressing anymore that night.
That night I was miserable.
I woke up: contracting and contracting, and yes they were painful but still a little irregular. I refused to go back to the hospital and get turned away again, so i refrained from calling my doctor. Que the feverish feeling, the sharp, breathtakingly painful and 3 minute apart contractions.
6pm: We grabbed the bags we previously unpacked that morning and headed back where instead of triage I was sent to an actual delivery room. That was an exciting idea!
I was hooked up to an IV and given Nubane for my pain as mom and I sat there and tried to watch tv and watch the monitors. She’d say…”Can you feel that?” and I’d be all like…”do you see my face? Does it look like I don’t feel it?” But I’d just pitter out a small “yeah.” I will say, the nubane did help, just not a lot. The doctor came to check me and guess what? Still 2 cm. Great.
They said they would keep me for 2 more hours, I was free to move around while we wait to see if things would progress. Mom and I must have circled the entire hospital twice that night. I was worth it. I came back to get checked and I had progressed to a 3 and was 80% effaced: They were going to keep me!!
10 pm: I got my epidural and was in heaven. From there it was a waiting game. I hardly felt the pressure from the contractions but I certainly saw them and they were pretty intense looking. We tried to sleep that night but I think with all of the excitement I just couldn’t fall asleep! Ok. So I eventually did. The doctor came back in to check on me and I was then a 4 and 100%!
2:30 am Monday: my water was broken. I went back to sleep and when I woke up to get checked again I hadn’t progressed as much as they had liked. I was still a 4 around 6 am and they began the pitocin to speed things along. I was having a baby and I was having it that day. First thing I did was not tell friends…But i registered for Spring classes and told my professors I wouldn’t be in this week.
Around 7 I ditched the on call doctor and I got my doctor- the one who delivered me into this world- back. I was to be checked around 11 how much I had progressed since I was now a 7 or an 8.
9 am: That feeling that you want to push? Yeah I had that. It felt like I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in weeks every time I had a contraction. Super fun. They put my bed headside down so I was lying on an angle (to push baby up) and I swear it felt like he was going to push himself out. I wasn’t sure I’d make it until 11!
Around 10:40 they had me begin pushing while we waited for my doctor to arrive. I was informed that I was a champ. I almost threw up I was so uncomfortable. When the Doctor arrived I pushed maybe 2-3 times, and then I saw him- the most beautful alien looking baby I had ever seen. I started to weep. He started crying. He was handed to me and laid on my gooey belly and the crying stopped almost instantly. It was (this is cheesy I know) magical. I had done it and he was here.
7.26 lbs and 20.5 inches long, Baby B came into this world at 11:55 am.