Wow, hard to believe that the day after my last post, I was in the hospital being induced. This post is looong overdue, but here's what happened:
We went in for the ultrasound, and because I've had so many at that point, I noticed something: my fluid was viturally non-existant. I made a comment to the technician, "My fluid is really low..." and she said "Yeah, I was just noticing that. Let me go get your doctor and see what she thinks." My doctor came in and took a look and said, "Yep, your fluid is only at 2 cm, that means it's have a baby time."
Note that anything under 5cm for fluid is "very concerning" to them. So at this point I'm thinking, okay...tomorrow, the next day...?
She said, "Um, no. Now."
I'm pretty sure I had to pick my jaw off the ground. Stephen was cool and collected as usual. Nothing phases him. But as much as I had been saying in that past week or so that I was ready, at that moment I definatly didn't feel ready. I called my dad and said, "what are you doing?" He was getting ready for work. I told him he had to get up here, that we were having a baby! He said "You're kidding, right?" I laughed. So we frantically drove home to get my hospital bag and board the dog...and it was off to the hospital with us.
I checked in around 5pm. By 5:30 they were pumping the Pitocin in me. Mom and dad arrived soon after, later to be followed by Vicky and Bud and Stephen's dad and Roma. I progressed very slowly all evening. They broke my water around 8ish, but that didn't help me to dilate. Luckily all the contractions I was having were completely painless. We were all sitting around the room laughing and having a good time. The only bad part was how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten since breakfast that day, and all I was allowed to eat was Jello. Everything was pretty much the same until about 1am. Then suddenly I started feeling the contractions. And it wasn't a gradual buildup. It was sudden awful pain. And in my back...I was having back labor. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the lower back for over a minute every time I contracted. It went like that for about an hour and a half. Stephen was sleeping and I didn't want to wake him, my mom and Roma were taking good care of me...best they could do really was hold my hand and put a wet cloth on my head. They woke him up eventually, and as the contractions got longer, I started asking for the epidural. In fact, I think Roma went out and hunted down the nurse to demand it! They came in to check my progress, but I was still less than 2cm dilated. They don't like to give the epidural until you are at least 4 cm. I couldn't believe it, I'd have to wait to dilate 2 more cm, and I hadn't even went 1 in the 8 hrs since I'd gotten there!?!
They eventually decided to give it to me anyway, thank goodness. So they turned me over, put the big needle in my spine, and ahhhhhh....sweet relief. After that, I didn't feel a thing for a while. I even slept some. As much as one can sleep with the nurses coming in every half hour to take BP and temp.
At about 7am, I started feeling some pain again. I clicked the little button for more drugs, but I didn't get any. When I told the nurse, she checked me, and I was 8cm...she said the pain I felt was the baby's head pushing down. She said it wouldn't be long till it was time to push. And she was right!
At 8am, I was fully dilated. It was go time. And I could definatly tell, the pressure was great and I really felt the need to push. Stephen stayed in the room with me, of course, but so did my mom. I wasn't sure if she would, I thought she might be too weird about it. I figured if she did stay, she'd probably just stay up by my head and cheer me on. But she surprised me...she held my leg back and watched the whole thing! Which you'd think would weird me out, but it doesn't at all.
I must say that childbirth wasn't bad at all. Of course, I had the epidural, so I'm sure I'd be singing a different tune if I didn't have that. But it wasn't painful. I began pushing around 8:05am, and I was doing so well, they had to tell me to stop pushing because my doctor wasn't there yet. I thought they were nuts, how was I going to get through a contraction without pushing?! It was tough. I think I had to wait through 4 contractions before my doc showed up. A few more pushes later, and my doc said "Look down". When I did, I saw this dark head of hair, and then a weird feeling as they pulled my baby out...it was amazing. They cleaned him a little and put him on my chest. He was all gooey and icky, but still so beautiful. They wisked him away to the other side of the room to clean him up. I heard his little cries and watched as Stephen and my Mom got to touch him and watch the nurses do their work. At one point the doc said, "here's the placenta!" and held it up like it was some trophy of childbirth. That was creepy and gross, but I shrugged it off. As she stitched me up (I tore just a little), they brought my baby over to me with the little hat on, all wrapped up like a burrito. It was the best moment of my entire life.
Ethan John was born October 17, 2007 at 8:46am. He was 8lbs, 1 oz and 20 3/4 inches long. And he was an angel.
Nobody prepares you for what your body goes through after giving birth. It is all kinds of nastiness I will spare you, but it is amazing how all the icky and all the pain disappears when you see your baby. I was in the hospital 2 days, and against everyone's advice, I kept him in the room at all times with us. I just couldn't bare sending him off with strangers...poor guy just got his little world turned upside down, and the only thing in the world he knows is me. He knows my heartbeat, he knows my voice, he knows my smell. I can't imagine how scary it is for the babies that get sent off alone with the strangers.
Needless to say, I slept very little at the hospital. In fact, we had to delay my checkout for a few hours so I could get a nap!
We brought him home, and since then I've been in mommy heaven. Every day he changes, he does something new. It may be a new smile, a new movement, or even new poopie, but every day is just as amazing as the next. Sometimes I just stare at him in complete wonder. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love him. I love him with every single fiber of my being. Sometimes I feel like I am going to explode with love and pride for this little guy. I have a hard time putting him down sometimes. Every little whimper sends me into "worried mommy" mode.
I knew I'd love being a mommy...I just didn't know it would be this good.









