- 3 years ago
- Wedding: April 2012 - Chateau Briand
As some of you know, I was a whiney b**ch towards the end of my pregnancy. All I wanted was to have my baby girl, eat my beloved sushi and no longer have to pee 4892849583758 times a day. I had no set plan for delivery; I wanted a vaginal delivery and immediate skin to skin but I was open to whatever was best for my baby under the circumstances.
At 40 weeks, my doctor went over my options for the next few weeks. At the time my baby was measuring 9 pounds and at each internal check before that I had been told I was not at all dilated and she had not dropped. I was told I could wait until 41 weeks to be induced or I could schedule a c-section. After speaking to DH and my brother’s wife, I decided to go with the c-section. So we made the appointment and were set to go to the hospital January 3, 2014.
Fast forward to New Years Eve; DH and I went to my brother’s house. We were pretty lame and decided to go home basically right after the ball dropped. DH climbed into bed and had just finished saying how excited he was that in just a few days we would have our baby girl. No sooner had I sat on the bed to join DH when my water broke. It scared the hell outta me; I wasn’t expecting it to be so much! I waddled as fast as my swollen football feet would take me to the bathroom and yelled for DH to help me (like he could really do anything to make it stop lol). My bathroom became a slip and slide as I frantically tried everything to contain the waterfall long enough to get to the hospital.
Once we got to the hospital around 12:45 am, we were told I was only 1 cm dilated and I wasn’t feeling any contractions. The resident doctor said we would take a wait and see approach until 4 am and if there had been no advancements, we would try cervadil. I told her I had a c section scheduled for Friday but she brushed it off. Four AM rolled around and I hadn’t progressed so in went the cervadil. I really just wanted my c section and DH again told the resident doctor that but she wouldn’t listen; she kept saying the on-call doctor didn’t know about a c section and I had no reason to get one. I figured I would just wait for the on-call doctor to come in to do rounds in the am. Seven hours later, the cervadil had not made a dent, I was still only 1 cm. Finally a little after 11, the on-call doctor arrived. I was ready for a fight as I didn’t want to hear any more excuses or explanations, I just wanted my c section. He walked in and without batting an eyelash simply asked “So what do you want to do?” I was floored, I just managed to say “I want my c section” to which he replied “Oh if that was the case, we could have done it last night”. It took all my strength to not go linda blair on that hospital table.
The worst was over. I was quickly wheeled to the OR where they gave me a local anesthetic on my spine. It was a pain and they had to do a few tries but they needed to do that before giving me the epidural. Once they gave me the epi, it was smooth sailing. i was in and out during the procedure (which was super quick) and our baby came into the world screaming. DH was able to cut the umbilical cord and soon after they placed her on my chest for breast feeding and skin-to-skin. Soon after we were sent to our private room (somehow we lucked out, there were only a few private rooms on the floor) and our families were able to finally be introduced to our baby girl 🙂
And without further ado, here’s Miss Catalina Gloria: