Here is how it all went down...
Wednesday the 11th I went in to my doctor hoping and praying that I was starting to dilate. I was in fact not dilated in the slightest. My doctor also inforrmed me that my baby is huge with a big head, I have a narrow pelvis (which will make pushing more difficult) and that my baby probably won't come on his own. My doctor decided that he wanted to induce me on the 23rd. So I left that appointment feeling pretty down and scared about how this delivery thing was going to go down.
So on Monday I'm feeling great all day, then when I lay down to go to sleep I started feeling some contractions. I didn't think much of it because most nights I got contractions. I ended up spending most of the night awake and in pain because of those pesky contractions. I still didn't think much of it. Finally my alarm went off Tuesday morning for work, I was already awake but I decided to get up and get ready. Only once I got out of bed did I realize how bad those contractions really hurt. I started hoping that I was beginning to dilate. I had been worried about getting induced when I wasn't dilated. As the morning wore on my contractions were getting worse and closer together. I wasn't sure what to do so at 530 am I called my sister who is a labor and delivery nurse to get some advice. She told me I was probably in pre labor which can last awhile, even a couple of days so not to worry and go in if my contractions got closer together. I decided to call into work cause there was no way I could work while having those contractions. So I made myself as comfortable as possible and tried to distract myself from the pain. I told David to go to school cause I didn't think they would progress into anything real.
Around 830 I was in pretty bad pain so my sister suggested that I go get checked out to see if I was in labor or not. So I texted David and headed to the hospital. Driving was interesting to say the least. Definitely not fun and very hard to concentrate. When I get there David was waiting for me and we headed in. Turns out I was 1cm dilated. The nurse called my doctor and they decided that I should go walking for an hour and see if I progress. Just what I wanted to do-go walking. Not. But I did and all I have to say is thank goodness they have handrails in all the hallways. When we went back to the nurse she hooked me up and checked me. No progress. Which meant I was getting sent home. I was livid. I was in so much pain. The nurse said before she sent me home she wanted to monitor my contractions for a little bit longer. She came in just a couple minutes later and said that she wanted me to go walk or sit in the jacuzzi for another hour and a half and then reevaluate me. I chose to sit in the jacuzzi. It felt nice at first but after an hour of that I couldn't handle it anymore. The pain was too intense so we went back. I was so scared that there would be no progress and they would just send me home. But thankfully I was at a four!! So they admitted me and got me to a room. By now I was in more pain than I thought possible but anesthesia was tied up in another room and didn't know how long they would be so a nurse gave me a little something through my IV. I don't know what it was but it took a little of the edge off and made me a little out it. Once anesthesia arrived I couldn't have been more happy and once that epidural kicked in I was great. No more pain...for awhile anyway. I was at a five now and it was only around 1:30.
Around 6 the nurse checked me and my water had already broken and I was all ready to go. They decided to let me labor down for awhile. They also wanted to hold out as long as possible so I could get all my penicillin since I tested positive for gbs.
I started pushing at 8:00. What an experience. I didn't know what to expect going into it. It was an interesting feeling. I ended up pushing for THREE hours. Talk about exhausting. David held my leg like a champ. I was so tired by the end. When he finally came I couldn't believe it. One second everyone is yelling "Push! Harder!" then it's all "Ok not so hard" and then there is something crying at the other end of you. I was so happy when they stuck the little guy on my chest. I couldn't believe he was finally here. Unfortunately he was only on me for like 30 seconds before they took him away. He was working really hard to breathe so they took him up to the NICU where he stayed until Friday morning.
When I was finally able to go up and see him, it just about broke my heart seeing him all hooked up. I felt so helpless. Luckily everything else checked out fine for him and he was getting enough oxygen but he was just working too hard and needed some help.
He is now home with us and healthy as ever. He had his first doctor appointment on Monday and he has continued to gain weight since leaving the hospital. The doctor said that he is a very healthy baby. Today he is a week old and I'm the happiest person ever. I never imagined that something so small could bring me so much joy. I love my little family so much. I'm the happiest I've ever been :)
Happy now that I've had the epidural
Poor baby :(
Getting his hair washed for the first time
Proud new Daddy
Grandma
Aunty Kee
Grandpa and Lincoln rockin' the fohawk
Getting ready to go home
First bath
Love that hair!!
