Here is her story of entry into the world.
October 31st - Go to the hospital at 10am because I have felt her move very little all weekend. All checks normal (silly girl was just having a three day r & r, I guess). My doctor checks me, says I am at 2 cm, and 70% effaced. He proceeds to "strip my membranes"(that just means 'get things a-goin'). He leaves us thinking we'll be back in the hospital that evening having a baby. I have my first contractions that day. We both get excited, but none of those contractions amount to anything. So we wait.
November 1st - a few more contractions, and still we wait.
November 2nd - less contractions than the days before... and we wait some more. Meanwhile, I finish packing the hospital bag.
November 3rd - Nothing. My mom arrives and she is ready to be a grandma.
November 4th - Dr. Appt. Doctor says I am at 3cm, about 80% effaced and all looks well. I get a second "stripping of the membranes." I get a few more unproductive contractions. So we continue waiting.
on the way to the Dr.'s Appt - big belly!
November 5th - I walk 3 miles trying to get this ball rolling... but all I get are contractions that stop when I stop walking. And so we wait.
November 6th - My due date! Hello 40 weeks. Goodbye 40 weeks. I am still pregnant.
November 7th - Dad arrives and he is ready to be a grandpa, but still we wait.
November 8th - Here a contraction, there a contraction, everywhere a contraction.. but nothing is really happening.
November 9th - Dr. Appt. 3cm, 80% effaced, he is quite surprised that I still haven't gone into labor. He lets us decide if would rather wait for Baby Girl or be induced. Meanwhile, he suggests a fetal heart monitoring test and an ultrasound. All checks healthy and normal, but the amniotic fluid is approaching a danger level. We can wait, but I have to get monitored and ultrasound-ed every 2 days to make sure all stays well; or we can induce. My doctor is on call the next day. We choose to induce on November 10th. Jarod and I go on a last date that evening as a family of two. I cry a lot. I am nervous and anxious and excited and scared. Jarod is as cool as a cucumber.
November 10th -
7am - I shower. I cry. I eat cereal. I have butterflies in my stomach.
8am - check into the hospital. Gown up. Sign my life away on a million forms. I have a mild panic attack that I cant go through with birthing a child. I'm tempted to run out of the doors. But I stay.
All ready.
10am - Get an I.V., I cry. The I.V. hurts and I cant bend my left wrist. The pitocin drip begins. We watch the Price is Right and decide Bob Barker was a way better host.
12pm - Mom and Dad bring Jarod lunch from Panera. I suck on ice chips.
2pm - My contractions are getting stronger. The doctor comes in to check me. Still at 3cm. 90% effaced. The doctor breaks my water. I am pretty sure I lose 15 pounds in all that gushing fluid. Very awkward feeling. Contractions intensify.
Looking pretty tired already.
3pm - After 5 hours of contractions, and knowing I still have 7cm to go, I decide I want an epidural. The nurse proceeds to say there is an emergency and the anesthesiologists are unavailable for another several hours. I tell her I need something, anything. She gives me analgesics (I.V. drugs). Within 2 minutes I was whistling Skip to My Lou and seeing double.
3:15pm - The nurse tells me there is an anesthesiologist available and that if I do want that epidural, now is the time. I say fabulous, I'll take two. Jarod proceeds to stabilize my loopy self and watches the epidural procedure. He is joyously amazed and wants to know if he can tell me how big the needle is. I reply, "as if.." and flop into a pile on the bed. The joys of being doubly drugged.
In a few minutes, my blood pressure drops dangerously low and I sway between consciousness and passing out. The nurse and anesthesiologist give me ephedrine on 10 minute intervals for over an hour to stabilize my blood pressure. Meanwhile, they stop the pitocin drip due to the complications.
5pm - Doctor check. 3cm, 90% effaced. No progress. They must start the pitocin drip over from the ground again. This is slow going. My epidural is working really great on my right side. My left... eh, not so much.
7:30pm - nurse changeover. Our new nurse, Lolli, says it's time to have this baby. She checks me. I am still at 3cm. She stretches me to 5cm, I am sure that would have been painful without an epidural. She cranks up my pitocin every 20 minutes. Things are rollin' now.
10:15pm - Jarod is a zombie and asks to take a nap. I dont mind. Sure enough, as soon as he falls asleep, I have to change breathing techniques to endure the contractions.
11:30pm - I wake up Jarod to say that I need some help. The nurse checks me, 8cm. I'm really wishing that left side felt as numb as my right side.
12:30am - I tell Jarod I need the nurse, that the pain is near intolerable. She comes in, checks me, and asks if I'm ready to push.
1:15am - I do my first push. Jarod said it was pretty much worthless (well, he told me that later). I tell them I'm going to be sick. I throw up green stomach acid everywhere. My throat feels burned. Both the nurse and Jarod say that the heaving was my best push. I'm dying for a drink. I can only think about the two bottles of Gatorade I packed and how good they are going to taste. I thinkI repeated the word 'Gatorade' 400 times in my head during the pushing.
2:30am - Still pushing. I'm exhausted. And I can feel her on my left side. The pressure is unbelievable. I throw up again, but at least I get a good push out of it. The doctor and his entourage of his nurses arrive. She comes slowly; the doctor is letting me do all the work. The nurse makes me feel her head during the crowning. She has so much hair and it's so soft! I've never been thirstier in my life, oh Gatorade. The last half hour is the worst. With every push I am sure I am going to throw up. Waiting between contractions is the hardest, the pressure and pain makes me groan and cry.
