So it was May 12th (two days before due date) and I was done. I was over being pregnant. I was tired and uncomfortable and just feeling downright impatient. I'm sure I was a peach to be around as well. I went to visit the midwife and had her strip my membrane (which sounds worse than it is but still is no walk in the park). This induced #2's labor...and it worked for #3 as well. I contracted the rest of the day. Nothing regular or hard. I was having mixed emotions as the day wore on because it looked like I was going to have my baby on Friday 13th. But I figured that God made Friday 13th as well as any other day and at that point, I really didn't care what day it was....I needed that baby out of my belly. By evening, we decided to get the kids to the place they were staying before bedtime. I was thinking it was going to be the night. We dropped them off at a sweet friend's house. P.S. one of the sweetest things you can do for a pregnant woman is 1) cook food for her 2) offer to watch her kids for her while she has a baby. Such a blessing!! J and I then took ourselves to the hospital. They admitted me and watched me for an hour. They decided that I wasn't progressing fast enough and sent me home. I was home for two hours and then back at the hospital. I told them I wasn't going home. They really didn't take me too seriously. I was having strong contractions and felt like someone was trying to pull my legs off my body at my hips...the nurses thought that I was putting on a good show. I have horrible back labor which was making it impossible to get even remotely comfortable. I was now asking for the epidural. They said that they needed to wait for the midwife--which they hadn't called because they didn't think I was progressing that fast. After about an hour--aka eternity--the nurse checked me again...I had gone from 3 cm dilation to a 5. She was surprised (I was not) and went to call the midwife...finally...thank you very much. By the time the midwife had got there and checked I was dilated to about an 8...and the anesthesiologist was called FINALLY!! I was just crying during contractions at this point. J was wonderful. He just hugged me and let me cry. My midwife saw how much I hurt and gave me something to take the bite out of the contractions while I waited for my epidural. YES! (sidenote: One thing I learned in all of this...always say yes to drugs). I was desperate for anything. The drugs were finally administered...the good drugs. The drugs that took me from excruciating pain wondering what I had ever done to this little creature that made him feel like he had to rip my body in two, back to the woman that was really happy to be having a baby. I was able to laugh and smile. It also slowed down my labor which was a good thing. Our little #3 was coming out like a freight train which is what happened with #2 and she did quite the number on my body. I think the slowed down labor allowed my body to accommodate our little man just a bit. After some talking and pushing and talking...and by the way...I don't mind shooting the bull...but I really don't want to talk about my career choices with you random L&D nurse. Thank you for advice in between contractions about how I can go back to school after my kids are a little bit older...I don't want to talk to you ever again!! I'm still a little bitter about the whole not calling the midwife thing...so I really don't care what your advice is...you don't exist to me. Anyway, my little man was born at 5:14 on yes, Friday, May 13th. Friday or no Friday...it was a great day. My recovery has been really good. Much MUCH quicker than with #2. With #2, I thought I was going to die...and kind of wanted to die I hurt so bad. Not so this time and that in and of itself has been oh-so wonderful...almost tricks me into thinking that I should have a #4...ALMOST! #3 is sweet and loved on very much by #2 and #1...almost too much. "Please don't turn baby brother's head that way." "Let's not grab him by the neck." Lots and lots of love in our house.
So that is his story. Seriously, we feel very blessed. There were several things that we were praying for and God said yes to all of them that night. He is so good to us!
Okay...I'll reappear in oh...a few years...but I'm idealistically shooting for a month.
tara
2 comments:
hahaha....random L&D nurse you don't exist to me!! Love it. Glad everything is going well. Love you!
I thought of you when I wrote that...love you so much!!!
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