It has been a very interesting and challenging past few days. It all started Friday. Well Thursday. Thursday at my OB appointment, the midwife and I decided that since baby was seven days past due and my amniotic fluid was getting low, it would be safer for the baby to induce labor. Which I was in total agreement with because at this point my patience was getting low as well and my desire to have this baby out of my body was high.
So we made an appointment for an induction for the following day at 8 p.m. This was a Friday night. When we arrived and registered, they said to have a seat in the waiting room and we will be called in soon. Five hours later, we were finally called in. Reason being, Labor and Delivery had an unexpected number of mommas in active labor coming in.
I was surprisingly patient with my wait, even though I was getting really tired and wanted to get into a bed. I still kept my smile straight through until the contractions started kicking in hours later. Part of the reason for my unexpected relaxed spirit in the waiting room was because I got to meet some very interesting people during my wait, the kind of people that they make reality shows about. They were so funny and really made the wait a lot of fun. Kept me calm.
So at about 1 a.m, I am finally getting into a bed and I know I should get some rest since I am about to embark on a journey that will not be very restful, but I can’t. I don’t want to sleep. So I watch t.v, while my husband pulls out the chair–bed and starts snoring. He can sleep anywhere.
At about 2:30 a.m, while waiting to get up to Labor & Delivery to get this induction going (they were no rooms available at this point), I started to feel something. I waited it out and timed it to be sure that this was the real thing before I informed the nurse what was going on. Then it got so painful, regular and strong that I knew, this was the real thing. I informed the nurse.
It was hours of painful contractions (I wanted it to be over) and monitoring before I got up to Labor & Delivery. I realized something, contractions are much easier to manage standing up, than lying down (for me anyway). However, I got a nurse who kept making me lay back down and not only that but lay in an uncomfortable position on my side. This made these contractions more excruciating. I started begging for my epidural, which I couldn’t get until I got up to Labor & Delivery.
At about 11: 30 a.m, I finally made it to Labor & Delivery and about a half-hour later, someone from Anesthesia arrived to administer my Epidural. I was so happy, it was like when the priest arrives to marry the couple on their wedding day or Santa Claus at Christmas.
A few minutes later I was at peace and could finally relax. What a relief. Unless I absolutely have no choice, I will never willingly go through a pregnancy without an Epidural. Kudos to those extremely strong women, who does it all natural.
My Epidural peace was very short lived though, because about what felt like less than an hour later, I was already feeling the pressure (not the pain) down by my vaginal area and I knew the time was nigh. So I informed the doctors, they checked and I was 9 cms dilated. They broke the water and we waited it out.
It was not very long before, I started to feel a head pushing its way to my vagina. Luckily, the nurse was right next to me and I yelled “He’s coming.” With that, she quickly called the providers via intercom and they were in the room in less than a minute. My husband also quickly jumped out of his chair, held my hand and told me to “breath.” We all ready to go.
This was absolutely necessary because that baby was coming whether we were ready or not. I barely pushed a little to give him his final push into the world, and he was here.
They weighed him at 8 lbs 10 oz and I felt so relieved that this part of this journey was complete. Now the real work begins.
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