Easter day I told Andy I just didn't feel right and I knew that Alexa would be here tomorrow. I told my mother the same thing. When we got back from dinner with my Mom and I called Labor and Delivery.
I got down there they opened me up, checked that the fluid wasn't amniotic and said my uterus was still long (not ready for delivery, it shortens up and moves down for delivery) maybe 20% effaced and very high. The fluid wasn't amniotic and that I would most likely go home but he was going to do an ultrasound to check the fluid, when he did that the fluid was only at a 4 so he said that it looks like I was being induced. That was around 6pm and they put the Cervadil in the uterus around 7:30 and told Andy they would take that out and start the pytocin at 7:30am the next day.
Insert Drama with my son not wanting to leave. I am pretty sure he thought I would have her in like five minutes. I told her the baby wasn't coming until tomorrow so he went and slept over Grandmas and Andy went home to take care of the dogs and Grampa. I slept the best I could with a thousand monitors on me.
The following day they came in at 6:30 and took out the cervadil the doc checked and said there was little change and so they started pytocin. I cried because they said they would start it at 7:30. LOL They told me that around 10 they would break my water if it didn't break on it's own.... Well at 8:30am my doctor came in and checked and said, "she is 4cm already and 90% effaced, I am goin to break your water now." So they did and it was so weird, people tell me that it is painful but it really wasn't. I continued to labor until 10:30 and I stood the entire time. It was very painful and I finally asked for the epidural. It didn't hurt like last time but it didn't work that well. First of all the first time he hit a vein and that made me feel very high and drugged, I was feeling loopy and couldn't cough, at times felt like I couldn't breathe well. The second time when they put it back in, it kept getting jammed and the meds were not coming to me. Then they forgot to give me the button to get more meds. The doc came in to check me and went off to do C-Section saying I was just eight. By 11-11:30 I told them I had to push, I explained the feeling and I told them I was trying not to push. The pain was intense because the contractions weren't stopping. OW OW OW OW and the epidural was working for #####. So at this point I am breathing through the contractions the best I can and it takes them until 12:45 to get the doctor there.
They told me at 11 her heart kept decelerating and they needed to get her out quickly, if I couldn't push hard enough and fast enough they were going to go in and suction her out. YOU WILL NOT SUCTION MY BABY YOU, well you get the idea. It was either that or a c-section so I was scared. They asked me if I wanted to do a practice push and I was afraid with out the doctor. At around 12:45 he showed up and I had her out at 1:01 pm. I remember when her heartrate would drop he said some things like, "We are going to loose IQ points if you don't push harder." I wasn't offended it kept me focused, but it hurt like hell because again, NO MEDS!!!! Because they wanted me to get her out so fast.
She was nice and came out face down. She squeeked a bit and they cleaned her up and I put her to breast with in minutes. Then the intern stitched me up saying I should be fine with the meds I had left in me. UH NO! I felt the needle enter, same thing happened with Brandon. I had a small tear but nothing too bad.
She came out into this world, the umbilical cord was kinked against her belly, if I had not gotten her out when I did or gone to the hospital on Sunday, it may very well be a sad story I was writing for you today. It was funny though because, I pooped on the table, a lot. LOL That is pay back for them not giving a "#####" (pun intended) about my tummy troubles I had no control, as the contractions were happening it was pushing it out. I think her nose was against the bowels. LOL They cleaned it up quickly and told me not to worry about it.
I felt better now that I crapped on the doctor. I think it was a fitting end to the pregnancy....
My seven year old stayed through the entire process and watched her come out, he totally thought it was cool. Then I left after 24 hours in the hospital, I just wanted to be in my own space. She is doing well and breast feeding great, her latch is a little off but she is barley two days old now.