... so yeah, I cried...
Every time (but the first time because I had no idea what was going to happen) the rupturing of the membranes caused me to rethink the whole idea of having a baby. No matter how much I had hoped it would happen or no matter how much I had begged the doctor to "induce me today, I've cleared my calendar... I promise... I'll make it quick"
I've cried and I've told everyone I changed my mind and I'm going home. Being pregnant isn't that bad... and this time was no exception.
By now things were quite intense and I was pretty sure that someone was methodically sawing me in half with a dull butcher knife while systematically trying to open a hydraulically powered automatic beach umbrella in my hooha. Add to that the fact that I was only at 3ish cm, strapped to the bed by the automatic blood pressure cuff, the IV lines, the fetal monitors and the paralysis of back labor, I'm not surprised that I, for the first time ever, considered an epidural for pain management. The new shift nurse asked me if I wanted anything. I told her no but to come back in 20 minutes for my final answer.
An hour later when she appeared I had lost all respect for her, and everyone else for that matter, and asked for Nubain. I had to clear it with Hailey first as she was all up in my face and reminding me that I had done it before without any medication... I saw her head spin around at that moment, I just know it.
(Or maybe it was mine)
Then, I'm pretty sure I told her to shove it because she backed off and the nurse administered the medication.
Immediately, I started to giggle.
For about an hour I felt great, dreamily saying things like "Ooooooo...That one hurted" or "Heeeeyyyyy you guys... " or so they tell me.
Then, it wore off...
Thursday, October 28, 2010
... so yeah, I cried...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
3 Weeks already? Oh my, how the time has flown.
We welcomed Ramona Caroline into the world Tuesday, October 5, 2010. She was 8 pounds 5 ounces and 21 inches long. Born at 22:22 with much pain and agony.
Seriously, I think this was the most painful of all my births... it could have had to do with the fact that I was tired and worn out from labor... or it could have had to do with the fact that because I was tired and worn out and had lost my focus, I demanded pain medication. It wore off right about the time I hit transition. My biggest fear realized... Really, that's why I opted out of pain medication for all my other deliveries. Now I know.
It all started on Monday night with a dose of Cervidil to ripen my cervix. With my 38 week pregnant belly measuring 43 weeks gestation, I settled in for the night with my Ambien while Matt and Hailey tried to get comfortable on the crappy hospital furniture sans medication. 8 am Tuesday morning brought no results so the Pitocin was started.
I've been induced for 4 out of the 6 times I've delivered babies and even the ones whose labor started naturally a definite pattern has been detected. It takes FOR.EV.ER. to get things started. I could walk around for a few weeks dilated to 3 and then even after labor starts things are very slow moving until about 6 cm. Then BAM! 7-8-9-10-BABY in less than an hour. I know this about myself. I told the nurses who were with me all day that this was my normal pattern, so I wasn't too worried at noon when I was only dilated about 1 cm, the same as I was the week before at the doctor's office. I was having contractions and they were regular but they were not being overly productive.
We Skyped with the boys who were waiting at home, we watched a marathon of Billy the Exterminator on TV, and Matt and Hailey ate breakfast, lunch and dinner before things started to look promising. The contractions were wrapping around into my back... oh, the wonderful back labor that I am so familiar with.
For some reason they would not allow me to roam. Just getting them to allow me to be upright in a chair was a fight. By 4pm I was adamant that they let me get up and walk around. They agreed as long as I promised to come back every 15 minutes to be monitored... The first 10 minutes I was out and about I had 7 contractions. WaHooo!
My 2nd attempt didn't get me past the nurses station when my water started to break. Funny way to word that I know... but it took about an hour for me to gush out all the fluid that was hanging out in there! I soaked through towel after towel, chucks pad after chuck pad... 2 changes of bed sheets and a few mop ups of the floor before it slowed down enough to consider it done. "Copious amounts" one nurse commented. I had set some kind of record in her mind and 33 years experience in Labor and Delivery.
Without all that extra pressure my uterus relaxed a bit and contractions slowed. I knew this was where the rubber meets the road, the real fun stuff was going to happen... and like every other time I had gotten to this point... I started to cry...
To be continued