Tuesday, November 6, 2012

October 6th, 2012 ~ Part 3

From about 6:30PM-until now...has been a complete blur.

After I was finally admitted I walked (yes, I was still able to walk, it wasn't fun, but I made it) to my delivery room. It was strange walking into that room because I knew I was going to walk out of it with my baby. I put on my "stylish" gown and hopped into the bed. They hooked up my IV (I took it like a champ) and drew some blood. The blood was 1. for labs and 2. incase I needed blood after the delivery. I thought this was a good idea that they do this so you don't have to get someone elses blood.

My contractions were getting stronger and coming quickly. The Doctors and nurses kept saying that it could be awhile because it was my first baby and she would probably have a October 7th birthday. They called my doctor right when they admitted me to let her know I was in labor, but she apparently thought it could be awhile too because she took her sweet time getting there.

By 8:00 it was obvious I was in full-blown labor and I was in SO much pain. It felt like I was having a contraction every minute. The nurse was like lets check you out and see how far you've progressed. To all of our surprise I was already at 9cm. The nurse was like "this baby is coming!" This kicked everyone in a higher gear.

At this point I was begging for my epidural. They were still waiting for my labs to come back. Side note- I had no idea there was a chance you could not get an epidural, all your levels and platelets had to be good in order for you to receive one. That made me a little nervous because I had no idea. They called down to the lab and requested to have those labs rushed. They offered me IV drugs until I could get my epi, but I stuck to my birth plan and through tears and gritted teeth I said no. IV drugs are a narcotic and I didn't want that for my baby. I'm still so proud of myself I said no! Go me! Another side note- I realized that when I am in that amount of pain...I cry....I don't scream or get angry....I whimper and cry haha.

Finally- when I was fully dilated, and almost ready to push- I got my epidural. Praise the lord. However, let me just tell you, that getting a HUGE needle stuck in your spine while having extreme contractions every other minute was NOT fun. You have to remain extremely still and sit straight up...um yeah near impossible at that point. Thank goodness for Jeff. I sat at the edge of the bed, and Jeff was right in front of me encouraging me, stroking my hair, and letting me cry into him. Even though getting an epidural is painful, scary, and just plain awful, at that point you just don't care. When the anesthesiologist was done doing what he needed to do, he ran a series of tests to see if it had worked. My entire right side, waist down was numb,....but to my horror, my entire left side was not. I could feel everything. And every contraction felt 10x more intense because it felt like it was concentrated to my left side. It literally felt like someone was stabbing me over and over again. The anesthesiologist and my nurse decided to roll me on my left side to see if it would help the medicine flow. Thankfully, after another 10-15 minutes I was finally completely numb waist down. It was SO nice to take a nice, calm, deep breath.

I realized at this point that maybe we should update some family and friends of what was going on. Thankfully, Jeff had been in constant contact with my parents, and sent my siblings a text.

At 9:30 the nurse and my doctor decided I was good to go to start pushing. Jeff & I were both shocked, we were so surprised with how fast everything was going! Literately, it felt like we hadn't had time to process anything. At this point I was starting to get nervous because 1. the thought of pushing a baby out was terrifying 2. being the hypochondriac I am, I was so nervous to see how she was, like if she was healthy and perfect.

Fully dilated, just got my epidural, freezing to death....and ready to go!


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