Tuesday, July 09, 2013
So, I was getting ready to leave church on Sunday. I stopped in the hall and chatted with a friend who had said he wanted to swing by sometime in the week. "Oh sure! I don't have ANY plans this week... unless, you know, I go into labor..."
And at that very second, my water broke.
It started out as a slow trickle so it wasn't as embarrassing as it could have been, and I went outside and waited by the car while my friend went and found Tyler and the kids. Estimated time: 4:10 pm.
I wasn't in labor so we headed home, changed, I ate a little dinner, took the kids over to a neighbor's house and then headed up to the hospital.
The decision was made that if I didn't "convert" into labor on my own (spoiler: I didn't), we would start pitocin. Yeah, I'm getting an epidural for that. I was 3 cm.
We got into our room and the anesthesiologist came so quickly, I didn't even have an IV in yet, so he started one, got called away to the emergency room for a bit, then came back and put in the epidural. Estimated time 9 pm.
Pitocin was started and it took about 45 minutes for the contractions to start coming... and I could feel them. And they hurt. A lot.
I told the nurse and she got the anesthesiologist to come back lickedy split. He decided to change around the medications in my epidural and if that didn't work, he'd put in a new one. I agreed to give it about 20 minutes to see if it would work. Estimated time: 9:45.
I think I gave him about 5. Not working. He came back with his attending and when he pulled out the first epidural, he saw that it was kinked. He put a new one in and I could immediately feel it start to work. Sweet. Well, I had a small spot on my left side, probably the size of a 50-cent piece, that I could still feel. The doc said that it was probably because I had some scar tissue from my previous epidurals and he probably couldn't fix it. I thought it was annoying but if that's how it is, that's how it is. The nurse checked me and I was still 3 cm. Estimated time: 11 pm.
Very soon, I realized that the small spot on my left was getting bigger and bigger. Then it was my whole left side. Then, I started to wonder if the epidural was working anywhere. My legs, however, were numb and paralyzed so I couldn't move to writhe around with the pain, which was very claustrophobic-inducing.
The pain was off the chart. Sometimes the contractions came every 3 minutes, but sometimes they came faster and I yelled and cursed the universe when this happened. I said, "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE," and my nurse would calmly reply, "honey, you don't have a choice." I didn't feel an urge to push, but the pain was different. Not less, just different so the nurse checked and I was 10 cm. Estimated time: 12:15 am.
The doctor was called, the bed converted and the pushing started. I cannot believe how painful it was. I pushed through 2 contractions and her head was out. Then, at the start of the next contraction, through a white wall of pain, the nurse's face swam up next to mine and yelled for me to stop pushing. Then, all of a sudden, there was a pop and an explosion of pain. I had been yelling up to that point. Yelling loudly, but I think it was just yelling. However, with that pop, I screamed in pain. The baby's shoulder had gotten stuck behind my pelvis and the doctor had popped it out.
Two or three more pushes and the baby was out. Exact time: 12:31. You can see because she came so fast, her head is really round.
I was having an after-contraction when Tyler told me to smile for this picture.
She didn't like that bright light in her face.
I stayed awake for approximately 20 minutes, enough time for everyone to finish up their fussing over me, and then I passed out.
Not my favorite birth experience, and I don't feel any stronger or better for doing it somewhat naturally. I'm just glad she's here and perfect.
Welcome to our family Evelyn Claire. You'll like it here.