- 5 years ago
- Wedding: May 2010
At a few days before my 34 week mark, I was diagnosed with preeclampsia and put on modified bed rest. During my next appointment, my blood pressure was still elevated, so my OB asked if we could induce at 37 weeks. Um, do what now? You want me to have this kid in 2.5 weeks? Um, ok? The induction was all set for Saturday, March 23. My original due date was April 13.
The Thursday before my induction, I went in for my weekly appointment and my OB did a cervical check. Nada. I wasn’t even remotely dilated. So, I was to be admitted on Friday night to get dilation started before we really began the induction Saturday morning.
Friday night, DH and I arrived at the hospital around 7:30. The nurse came in to do my hep lock. Let me tell you, that mess hurt! I am not a needle wuss (thanks infertility!), but good Lord. Once that was in, my OB came in to insert the tablet to begin dilation. It was in some sort of tubing or something so it could be removed in the morning. She referred to it as a Barbie tampon. LOL This process also hurt like crap. She couldn’t use any jelly b/c it would decrease the effectiveness. She then offered me an ambien. Ladies, if you are being induced and they offer you something to help you sleep – TAKE IT!!!! I slept like crap that night and really could have used the energy the next day.
At some point in the early morning, I started feeling light inconsistent contractions. Nothing major and definitely sporadic. At around 9:30 Dr. T came in to check me. I was already dilated to a 2. She decided to go ahead and break my water. It didn’t hurt at all. It was gross, especially since I had just taken a shower! Then they started the Pitocin. It seemed to work pretty good as my contractions picked up in intensity and frequency. I made my plan for an epidural known from the get go, so they were also making sure I got enough fluids before they ordered my epi for me. The contractions were pretty painful. I couldn’t talk through them, but was able to do deep calming breaths.
Around noon the anesthesiologist came in to do my epidural. I was terrified for this part. Thank God for lidocaine. They had trouble getting the epi in exactly the right spot, so it potentially could have been much worse. I just could not get bent over my beach ball belly enough for them to hit the sweet spot. Finally, after about 6 or 7 tries, they laid me on my side and hit it the first attempt. There was a point I was afraid they wouldn’t be able to do it and I was not happy about that prospect.
For the next few hours I napped off and on. I was able to eat light snacks so I enjoyed an Italian Ice. At around 3:30 or so I woke up from a nap in a complete freak out. My mom, MIL and DH were all in room with me at this point. Thank goodness my mom is a nurse and was able to keep me calmish. I was freaking out that I couldn’t feel my legs b/c of the epi. I had her move them for me. And I was just generally freaking out. Finally mom realized I was most likely in transition. She called the nurse in and told her what was up. The nurse said that at last check I was only a 4, but we’d check to see where I was. Um, yeah, I was a 9.5. She left to call the doctor. At this point, the pressure was nuts. It didn’t hurt, but it felt like I had to have the biggest poop of my life. I’m pretty sure I said this several times. I’m sure my MIL thought I was nuts. Dr. T showed up and barely needed to check. She said she could already see a head full of dark brown hair. She went to throw on some scrubs, and we kicked the moms out of the room.
Pushing wasn’t nearly as bad as I feared it would be. My doctor, nurse, and husband were all so incredibly supportive. My OB would tell me exactly when to push and when I was doing a good job. The time between contractions was calm. At one point we were discussing my nail polish color! Dr. T kept telling me what a natural pusher I was. After about an hour and twenty mintues, Holt Fairfield made his debut at 5:57 pm on March 23. It was the most amazing moment of my life. He immediately was placed on my stomach while they finished up. I didn’t feel the placenta being delivered which I didn’t expect. I thought I’d have to push or something. I only had a minor internal tear only needing 3 stitches.
We’re now 10 days in and fall more and more in love with our perfect little boy.