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On Tuesday, May 21st, I had a normal doctor's appointment in the afternoon. I had been feeling off all day, and as I got ready to go to my appointment, I had this strange sixth sense feeling that I wouldn't be coming home.
I went to the appointment and sure enough, my blood pressure was elevated, and they found protein in my urine. So I got sent across the street to labor and delivery for monitoring. I called my husband, and he said he would meet me there. I got to labor and delivery and they set me up to have an NST and to monitor my BP every 10 minutes. They also did two more urine samples. Sure enough, still protein in my urine. I had pre-eclampsia. Since I was 37 weeks 3 days, the doctor decided to induce me the next morning.
I was admitted to the hospital, and I was allowed to eat until midnight. I was starting to get terrified. None of this was in the birth plan I had so carefully thought over for months.
They started the induction at 4 am, and I was still holding firm that I was going to do this all natural, drug free. Everything was going fine, and then the doctor came in at almost noon and broke my water. That's when my birth plan REALLY went out the window. The contractions became so much worse after she broke my water. I couldn't handle it. So at 1 pm I got the epidural. Then took a nap.
This seemed to be the labor that would never end. It seemed to go on forever. They had to give me two boosters on my epidural. I kept feeling like I needed to push, but I wasn't dilated enough, there was a lip of my cervix that was being stubborn. Finally around 8, it was time to push. I pushed for an hour. It was seriously the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, and it hurt so bad.
Finally at 9:04 pm, I pushed Arthur out into the world. Because he was early, DH didn't have a chance to cut the cord. They rushed him off to the side, and DH rushed off with him, while the doctor fixed me up. I had a 4th degree tear along with an episiotomy. While getting stitched together, the doctor informed me that subsequent pregnancies will be seriously monitored, and if baby is big again, then it's an automatic c-section. Arthur weighed in at 9lbs 4 oz and 20.5 inches.
The time immediately following and the next day are a complete blur. Arthur nursed while I was sleeping, and the whole next day I was hooked to magnesium and on strict bed rest.
When I look down at my little boy, I feel this was all worth it, but right now, with this whole experience in the forefront of my mind, Arthur just might be an only child.