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All right so I finally got my little guy to sleep, so I'm going to write this out while I have the chance! Well, on Saturday, April 22nd, you all know I was having contractions all day, ten minutes apart. They started at 4 am Saturday morning, quit for three hours at 9 am, and then came back full force at 1:40 pm. After that they were regular and painful. At 7:30 that night they began to come five-seven minutes apart. Jason was at his job, working security, so I had to call him and let him know that I was going to be going to the hospital soon. After some wrangling, he was able to be relieved. At 9:30 I called the doctor on call, and she told me to go the hospital right away to at least get checked out. I waited till around ten, since Jason was taking his sweet time, and then the contractions started coming every two minutes, so we said screw it and my mom and stepdad took me to the hospital right then and there. We got to the ER and had to sign paperwork which was really hard to do when I was having bad contractions every two minutes! Jason and our friend Beau (Jason needed some support lol) arrived right as we were about to be escorted up to L&D.
We got settled into a room at 10:30, and I got checked. I was 1 1/2 centimeters dilated and 80% effaced. The contractions were getting really bad, and I could barely breathe. So I was put into the bathtub, and labored in there until 1 am. Trust me, for most of that time I was struggling not to scream; the pain was so much more than I thought it would be. I was worried they were going to send me home if I didn't dilate. At 1, I got checked again and I was 3 centimeters dilated, so I got to stay! So back into the tub for me! The warm water was the only thing that kept the pain to a somewhat tolerable level. I had been nauseous before, but it started to get bad, and I started puking a lot. One time I was puking, Jason was in the room, and he stuck his fingers in his ears and started singing "lalalala" so he wouldn't puke. Well that pissed me off for some reason, and I screamed at him to SHUT UP! I did that a few times before I got my epidural actually... I got really irratated at everyone telling me how to breathe. Finally at 3:15 am, I was checked again. I was four centimeters then, and I was able to get my epidural! I was so happy because it was really getting hard to breathe, and to talk. I was having really harsh back labor, so I wanted that epidural really badly. I got the epidural and immediately felt better. We started to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. At 4 am I was checked again, and my water broke as she was checking me! It felt really strange that's for sure. I was at five centimeters then.
For the next couple of hours I tried watching movies, but I started to feel immense pressure down there every time I'd have a contraction. My epidural ran out quite a few times. At 5:30 I was feeling a bunch of pressure, and I was literally SCREAMING every time I had a bad contraction. So a nurse came in, and gave me a shot through the catheter that was a stronger dosage and it worked pretty well. I couldn't really feel anything after that. I could feel the pressure but now it was tolerable. At 7:30 am they had me start pushing, because I was 9 1/2 centimeters. I had a great nurse by this point, the other one had gotten off her shift. This nurse helped me through the breathing, and the pushing. Well, my epidural started to wear off AGAIN, and at this point we realized that my bag was completely empty. Now that's a WONDERFUL thing to hear when you're pushing and it feels like the kid's going to come out right then and there! So I pushed for three hours, with little help from my epidural.
Joshua's head was getting stuck because he was positioned the wrong way and he was coming face up. He was having trouble turning. At 9:30 am the doctor came in, and she was awesome. She told me that with how Joshua was positioned she might have to do an episiotomy, and maybe suction. It all depended on if he could turn enough. Well at 10 am, I was started to lose it. I could feel every push, every tear, and my legs were no longer numb. I started screaming my head off, screaming at Jason, screaming at my mom, screaming at the nurses and REALLY screaming at the doctor. I started crying because he was right there, and I just couldn't get him out. My doctor told me that she had to do an episiotomy and suction to get him out because he was just not coming on his own, and she wanted me to calm down. I had the epi done, and it was a second degree cut (yeah whatever that means, I just know it hurt!), and I also tore a little bit on my own.
So at 10:27 am, Sunday April 23rd, Joshua Benji Guttierez came into the world. He was quiet when he came out, and then he started bawling! He weighed 6 lbs, 15 oz, and was 21 inches long. His head was 12 1/2 in, so he has a big head and that's what was giving me so many problems! I went through over 30 hours of labor to get him out! He's my little peanut. I got to hold him for five minutes before they took him to the nursery because he was pale, and they wanted to put him on the warmer, and watch him. Recovery was really bad that first day. I could hardly get out of bed, and I was so swollen to the point where I couldn't pee. For the first three hours after Joshua was born, the nurse had to come in and push on my bladder to get me to pee. They were worried about a catheter, but after my epidural wore off and they put me in a recovery room, I was able to do it on my own. Spent two days in hospital, was in incredible amount of pain, but otherwise Joshua was great! That's my birth story.