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Sorry in advance that it's so long. I wanted to capture everything for myself and I just copied and pasted lol!
On August 28th I was feeling like I was going to be pregnant forever. My contractions had pretty much stopped and it just didn't feel like Cai was ready to come. We went to the hospital to go see Stephanie and Lily (what a cutie pie!) and I had a “discussion” with Cai before we went there. I told him we were going to visit a baby that had just come out of her mommy's tummy and that he was going to see how much fun she was having and that it was alright for him to come out and do the same.
After visiting the hospital, RJ and I went grocery shopping. While we were shopping I started to not feel well at all. It was hot out and I needed to eat so I figured it was that. I was in pretty bad shape by the time we were done shopping and I needed to get my blood sugar up quickly. We grabbed a quick bite to eat on the way home and after we got home I took a nap on the couch. I got uncomfortable on the couch and went upstairs and laid in bed. I just felt exhausted and like I was hit by a truck. I started having irregular contractions at about 4 pm but, it was nothing to get excited over. It was now 10 pm and I still continued to have them but, very irregularly. Secretly I was hoping this was it but, didn't want to get myself excited over nothing again. My sister texted me to tell me that during their prayer that night, my 4 year old nephew said “Bless baby Caillou come out of Aunt Jenny's tummy”. I thought that was so sweet and wouldn't it be neat if we actually had the baby after that!
I decided if it was labor, that I'd better try to get some sleep. I finally fell asleep around 12 am when the contractions were about every 8 minutes apart but, not very painful. I woke up at 1 am to pee and told RJ he'd better get some sleep because I was still having contractions since 4pm. I was woken up at about 2 am when they started to hurt. I started timing them at 3:30 am and by 4:30 am I was in a lot of pain. During that hour of timing I tried everything. Changing positions, walking, but nothing helped with the pain so I knew this was it. I woke RJ up and told him it was time to go to the hospital.
He sprang out of bed frantically and started running around to get everything together. I grabbed the last items for my hospital bag and RJ tried to rush me out the door. I told him I was going as fast as I could and he helped me get dressed so we could go on our way. We called my sister and had her meet us at the hosptal.
When we arrived, I started walking in while RJ ran for a wheelchair. Lucky us, the only one they had had 1 leg rest lol! So, away we went to labor and delivery. When we went in, the nurses were so shocked that RJ knew everything about the pregnancy, all my medical history, etc. It was so cute and it was very nice that he knew all that so I could just focus on getting through the contractions and they could get all the info from him.
I went in to triage and got checked. I was 2-3 cm and 60% effaced. The L&D nurse said she would call the Dr and do what she could to get me admitted. She said normally they would wait until I was a 3 but, since I was 39 weeks and in a lot of pain (back labor) she was going to see if she could get the Dr to admit me then and help the labor going. I was so thankful for that!
The nurse came back, said I was being admitted and away we went! They got me hooked up and set up for everything. The nurse doing my IV couldn't get it in my wrist (She said a vein was there and then disappeared) so she had to do it in my hand. That hurt! Shortly after, I got my epi. It was painful but, not as bad as the contractions were. I was so scared to get it and I felt pain shoot up my back for a quick second. The worse thing was probably the burning from the injection. After the epi was in, they broke my water. Eww was that gross! Then, shortly after that we started pitocin to help the contractions along.
I started to feel sick during this time and told my sister I needed to throw up. They barely got the bucket in time lol! I hadn't eaten since 8pm so it definitely wasn't fun. I know I should have eaten something light on the way to the hospital but, faced with that much pain, there was no way I could h have eaten something anyways. Same thing with a belly photo. I wanted to take one last one but, I was in WAY too much pain to think about doing it when the time came! After I threw up I felt very out of it. I started seeing red glittery sparkles everywhere and things became a bit distorted. Thankfully a few minutes passed and I was alright.
Every 30 minutes they would up the pitocin and I was having some pretty good contractions. Thankfully for the epi I could not feel a thing. At 12 pm they checked me and I was only 3 cm and 70% effaced. I was so bummed things were progressing so slowly. I wanted to hold my little man already! At that point, my Dr asked me if women in my family gave birth vaginally or if anyone had had c-sections. I told her to my knowledge no one has had a c-section and I was a bit upset at her comment. I knew she was already trying to prepare my mind for a c-section and that was the last thing I wanted.
Originally I did not want ANYONE to come back to the room while I was in labor, let alone even be in the waiting room. Well, after my dr coming in and being ******, I decided I'd better have my mother in law come in to make her appearance to remind her to be nice to me. So, I broke my rule and had her come to the hospital. It was so funny how nice the Dr was after that, my sister even made a comment!
At 1:30 I was checked again and was still 3 cm but, now 80% effaced. The catheter bulb was in the way on my cervix though and they thought that might be preventing the baby from coming down further. So, they moved it in hopes that I would progress more. At about 3:58 pm I was checked again and there was absolutely no progress. I couldn't believe it. They said they could feel his head was already getting cone shaped and it felt like it was stuck, like he wasn't presenting himself correctly to come down.
They said it looked like a c-section was imminent but, since the baby was still doing well I could continue to wait and see what would happen. I was on the maximum dose of pitocin so there was nothing more they could do to help labor progress. They said they could turn off the pitocin and the epi and let my uterus rest for a couple of hours and then they would start all over again but, it really felt like the baby was stuck and wasn't going to be able to come down. I was distraught and told them I wanted to talk it over with my husband for a bit.
We looked at all of the different options. I did NOT want a c-section but, I did not want to start labor all over again either. I hadn't eaten since 8pm the night before and I was starving and tired. I just kept having this feeling that if I hadn't progressed hardly at all since I got there, over 12 hours earlier that there has to be something preventing him from coming. My contractions had spaced out, even on the pitocin and there had to be a reason for that. The risk of being on the pitocin for a long period of time increased my risk for bleeding and we had to look at the risks of my blood clotting disorder. After a very long discussion and talking to the Dr's and nurses, at 4:30 pm we decided a c-section was best. I did not want to wait longer to get him out, especially if he was stuck. Why prolong the inevitable?
They came back and gave me more meds in my IV and started telling us about what would happen. I was wheeled back and joined by RJ shortly after. I was so out of it. I literally could have fallen asleep, I was so drugged up. They said they would check to see if I could feel anything before cutting but, I don't remember them testing at all. I sure hope they did lol! I do remember the Dr's saying something about my abs and that they could tell I worked out. I found this hysterical because I don't work out at ALL! RJ said they did comment that I had nice abs and it took them a while to cut through them and the Dr. joked after finally getting through that thankfully she had eaten her wheaties that morning. I didn't feel them cutting or anything at all. The part I did feel was when the other Dr. who was bigger than RJ started pushing on my stomach to get him out. HOLY MOLY was that uncomfortable. I thought he was going to break a rib. A few seconds later, I heard my son cry for the first time. It was beautiful but, I was so drugged up I couldn't really take in what was happening. I vaguely remember RJ cutting the cord and taking pictures and telling me how beautiful he was. They showed me the baby and off RJ went with Cai to the nursery. They finished closing me up and I was wheeled back to recovery. I was still so groggy and out of it. RJ came back with Cai and I got to finally hold him for the first time. He was so beautiful and I was in complete awe. RJ had made a point to not hold Cai until after I got to first. I thought this was the sweetest gesture. It was so amazing to see him hold his son for the first time. He didn't want to take Cai from me but, I was so exhausted, almost falling asleep that I really needed him to take the baby.
So, Caillou Drake was born August 29, 2009 at 5:02 pm, weighing 7 lbs, 11 oz and measuring 19 ˝ inches long. His apgar was 9/9 and we are absolutely in love.
Sorry again that it's so long and I commend anyone who read it all lol!
My babies grew wings: 4/23/08 and 10/27/08