Andrew was born on August 18, after 9 hours of labour & 18 minutes of pushing, weighing 7lb9oz and 19.5 inches long. My “birth plan” was to be flexible, get him out safely, and give me all the drugs.
Thursday morning I started contracting and by 3am was headed to the hospital (due to contractions being 3-5 minutes apart) only to be told that I was – at most – a “small” 3 and not quite fully effaced. The contractions slowed down to about 8-10 minutes apart so they sent me to walk around for 2 hours to see if I could make any progress that way – only to have them stop altogether. So we headed home and after a nap, the contractions increased in intensity throughout the day but never got closer than 5 to 8 minutes apart … by 6am I couldn’t take the pain anymore. When they hit I couldn’t do anything but pace back and forth across the dining room.
Went back to the hospital yet again, got another NST and cervical check, only this time I was – FINALLY – a 4 and 100% effaced. They still sent me to go walk around for half an hour to see if the contractions would get closer together; they also warned me that if I was going to eat then do it now since the anesthesiologist wouldn’t give me an epidural if I had eaten within the last two hours. So we grabbed coffee and a bagel and walked around – the contractions never really got closer together but the pain was just too much. We headed back to the birthing unit to get checked in at 8am, and I asked for some sort of pain meds, only to be told by some nurse (whom I never saw again, thank goodness) that she’d rather I hop in the Jacuzzi instead of giving me drugs (which, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t adverse to doing, but HELLO, if I ask for some drugs, GIVE ME THE EFFING DRUGS).
After I met all the nurses and residents and all that lovely hospital jazz, I hopped in the Jacuzzi for about a half hour – I got so bored and the water grew way too cold to do anything effective for the pain. At this point they tried to break my water but couldn’t find the bag to break – the OB resident couldn’t tell for sure if it was his head or not that she was scraping against.
They came back to check me at 10am to no progress, so DH and I decided to just go walk around the hospital – I knew I wanted an epidural at some point but I also knew I wanted to delay it as long as I could – but I really needed something for the pain. They gave me 4mg of Dilaudid, which was awesome. I could still feel the contractions but I wasn’t yelping in pain – when they hit I would just put my arms around DH’s neck (and he would put his arm around my waist) and breathe through them. They started coming fast and furious – it felt like I went through 75 in a 5 minute span ;). We went back to the room and got re-checked – I had gone from a 4 to a 6 in 90 minutes! I decided to just keep walking and they would recheck me in 2 hours.
At the end of the 2 hours the drugs were wearing off and I was getting exhausted from essentially being up with pain for the last two days. I remember feeling very, very out of it, trying to focus on what was happening around me but I just couldn’t. I quickly decided I didn’t want to go back to being in pain so I asked for the epidural. I was very surprised at how quick it all happened – within twenty minutes it was all placed and I was back to not feeling anything.
At this point, the contractions slowed down, so the nurse suggested starting picotin to help – and seeing as I couldn’t feel the contractions anymore, it didn’t matter to me. At this point I actually fell asleep! I was texting one of my friends about being in labour and I would pass out with the phone in my hand. I dozed in and out for the next hour and a half to two hours while Keith went downstairs to grab something to eat.
I woke up really needing to pee and was able to get out of bed but wasn’t able to go, so they did a quick in and out catheter. When I shifted back into bed, I could feel intense pressure in my pelvic area; the nurse checked me and told me that I was at a full 10 and his head was “right there”. They debated calling the OB and having me start pushing but I told them I probably wouldn’t be able to help myself if I just shifted a little more to the center. So at 4:45pm I started pushing – which hurt like the EFFING DICKENS, OH MAH GAWD, I just wanted him OUT – and at 5:03pm Andrew Wylie was born weighing 7lb9oz and 19.5 inches long.
Then all the usual stuff happened; Keith cut the cord, they checked him over, I delivered the placenta, and they stitched up the second degree tear I got. In fact, it took them longer to do that than it did to push him out! They tried laying him on my chest while they sewed me up but I was at such a weird angle that he ended up lying on my throat and it just wasn’t comfortable. Once they were all done with the stitchery, they put him to my breast to try feeding, and he latched on perfectly. We chilled out for the next couple of hours; I took a quick shower and got dressed and by 8pm were wheeled down to the Mother/Baby Unit.
And now for the part I know you all actually want to see – pictures!
Milk drunk face … friggin cutie!