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I know I don't post much here but I figured I'd put my birth story here too.
We arrived at L&D promptly at 8am on Friday. Things got going right away. Stripped me down to the ugly gown, hooked me up to oxytocin and saline, made sure the head was still down, etc. I already knew I wouldn't have my doctor. Some other guy from the practice was gonna handle it. I dubbed him Kramer. Pretty knowledgeable, but still a little out there- like Kramer. Another character, the one year intern whom I dealt with most of the time, I named Polly Pocket. Not entirely sure why. It was the first thing that came to mind. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but looking back on it I probably scared the crap out of her too.
The day seemed to drag on. First, Polly couldn't find the baby's head. It would've helped if she actually PRESSED the u/s thingy on my stomach rather than simply gliding it across. I have a gut for pete's sake! A 3 or 4 year intern came in and found the head in like 2 seconds. Literally. So, they'd come in and check on me occasionally and around 3 or so decided to break my water to get things moving. Polly didn't do that. Some other intern did as Polly watched as if taking mental notes (I felt like SUCH a guinea pig).
Things just kept dragging. I had backaches off and on which I found out later were contractions. By 8 or 9 in the evening they were pretty intense but I refused to get an epidural. As you may or may not know, the scale for contractions goes to 100. I was taking them in the upper 90's. Sure, they sucked but I figured we were getting somewhere so they were worth my time and I just got through them. OH! Prior to my contractions being so hard, they figured they'd put a monitor directly on my uterus to get a better idea of their intensity. Polly tried. Polly failed. Kramer came in and did it within 10 seconds.
REALLY intense contractions. They checked me around midnight or so and I was only dialated 4-5 cm. What. The. Crap. That's when I gave in to the epidural. I could obviously handle the pain as I'd been doing so for over 2 hours, but I was just annoyed. I DIDN'T want the epidural but was so impatient and aggravated with the way things were going. I was a HUGE baby for the epidural. I was in TEARS. You'd think that if I could handle those contractions, the epi would be a cakewalk. No. I was terrified of having a big ole needle being put in my back and flipped out. Eventually it was in, I went numb and took a nap for about an hour or so. Woke up to Polly saying she wanted to put a monitor ON the baby's head to better monitor her heartbeat as they were losing track of it during every contraction. Again, Polly failed. At this point I started to feel contractions again. This time they were in my crotch rather than my back. Plus, I had an epidural so I was wondering why I was feeling them.
More time passes, I'm complaining and blaming Polly (not while she was around) for me feeling contractions again (assuming it was because she screwed up putting the monitor on the baby's head). They call back the epidural guy and he puts a HUGE shot directly into my catheter. Ahhh. Much better. Kramer comes in to check on me and says it's time to push. Chris was GREAT. I could've pushed all day thanks to that epi. I don't think I even pushed for 20 minutes. It was great. All Chris could say when she came out was "You're a Mommy!". It was really cute.
The only thing I actually FELT when I was pushing was Ellie coming out. I felt it in my stomach. It was weird. Not painful, but I could feel my stomach emptying.
Ellie was small as they'd predicted. 5 lbs 11 oz and 18 inches. Healthy as a horse though. November 24 at 4:17 am after 20 hours of labor.
I noticed after I'd woken up and gotten Ellie that she had this little red scratch on her head. Not scabbed or anything, but it was bothering me. When Chris came later I pointed it out to him and he reminded me that Polly had screwed up putting that monitor on her head. Stupid Polly. It's since cleared up though.
Well, that's my story. I'm sure I left parts out. But it'll do.