Birth Story

Better late than never. So here goes.

The last time I went to the doctors office was on Sept 29th. I was STILL only 1 cm. So that meant not inducing the next day. We were scheduled to go to the hospital on Tuesday Oct 5th at 5 pm. They would put in a cervadil and hope that by in the morning we were ready.

During that week, I did everything I could think of (and was willing to do) in order to get Ada to come out on her own. Lots of walking, squats, some running, and yes, even a little sex. I did not want to be induced.

It is funny to me that my first came five weeks early. So for this one, we (and I mean I) were given weekly 17p injections to prevent early pregnancy. I started having contractions some where around 28 weeks. They even did the fetal fibronectin test to see if she was coming early.

So at this point, (40 plus weeks), not only has she not come early, but we are looking at forcefully evicting her. Crazy.

So anyways, we get to the hospital on Tuesday afternoon and the process begins. After being checked in and going through all of the questions, the nurse decides to check me. LOw and behold, we are at a 3 - 4. Yeah, no cervadil. We did ask if we could go home, but the answer was a NO. At that point they did go ahead and start anti.biotics. They would change the bag every 4 hours.

To say that no one got any sleep was an understatement. My husband went to waf.fle house at 3 am to get something to eat. I had not been allowed to eat since midnight. Little side note: the waffle house he went to was robbed one week later at the same time of night he was there. Uggh.

I never did think morning would come. The nurse said I could do anything I wanted to until 6 that morning. So, I got up and took a shower and we went to walk the halls. At this point, I am still trying to get this baby to come out on her own.

At six, we were back in the room ready and waiting for the nurse to start things. She finally came in and started hooking me up. The doctor came in about 7 to break my water. That was the oddest feeling. She did not tell me what she was doing, and I first I did not notice the big knitting like stick she was holding. After she broke my water, she mentioned that it had meconium in it and I started to worry. But she kept telling us not to worry and that everything would be fine.

I was still a 3 - 4 after all of this. So I made the decision to go as long as I could before getting the epidural. I think I made it 2 to 2 1/2 hours. It had gotten to where I would lose focus during the contractions. I just did not want labor to stall after I got it and have to go for a c-section. This was my BIGGEST fear. So after 2 plus hours of what I consider OMG contractions, I finally got the epidural about 10:30. By the time he was finished, she checked me again. Still a 3-4. At this point I thought I would cry. I was so upset that the contractions had been that bad (in my opinion) and I had made no progress. I was sure we were headed for the operating room.

Well, then things got crazy. I was having terrible pain under my right hip bone. They kept turning me over and over trying to get the epidural to take on the right side. Nothing was helping. They put the oxygen mask on me. They gave me a "booster" shot of pain meds to try and get the pain to stop. Meanwhile, baby's heart rate is going crazy. Up, down, up down. All over the place. I started to get very nauseous. I just knew I was going to vomit. I felt terrible. They did end up getting me some phenagran through the iv. It immediately made me feel better.

So, the nurse decided after all of this she better check me again to see what was going on down there. Now since the epidural had been put in, it had been about 45 minutes. She checked me and I was at a 9 and things were happening fast.

The nurse told them to call the doctor and get things set up to deliver. After things were getting ready, the nurse wanted to do a trial push to see where we were. This had to be the funniest part. She said when I felt a contraction to push and see what happened. So I did and she said STOP. Baby's head was already crowning.

Because the doctor was not there yet, I was told, in a semi laughing manner, to put my legs down, no laughing, no sneezing, no coughing. She was afraid the baby would come out.

The doctor finally got there, and we were ready. We pushed a little just to get her head out. She had to be suctioned quickly and in depth before she could breathe in any meconium so that she would not get sick. It seemed like forever with them sucking her out. I pushed one more time and she was out. And just like her older sister she did not cry. This has to be the hardest thing in the world. All you want is that cry to make you feel like everything is ok. We waited and waited and waited. They were still trying to suck her out to get all of the meconium out. She finaly cried a little, but not much. Unfortunately, Randy did not get to cut her cord b/c of all of this.

But after a little bit, everything was ok and we were all good.

2 months old

We go to the doctor today for our first set of shots.

But for now here is a picture.