Hayden's Here!
Well, here it is: The Baby Blog.
After having contractions since Monday and being dismissed from the hospital with a "tonight or two weeks" estimate, I went to my doctor's appointment on Wednesday feeling discouraged... The next thing I knew, I went from having to do another 24-hour urine specimen to lab work at the hospital to being induced.
We get there. I am induced at 6pm on Wednesday. The contractions aren't too bad, but the goings are slow. They start pitocin at about 11 pm. I get my water broken, then the contractions get kind of worse. The epidural was hell - I was just so frustrated after they had to try three times to get it in that I was bawling. Jon was holding me the best he could, but they had me bent over the bed and I felt like I was going to fall off at any moment, so I was scared. After it was in, though, it wasn't so bad. My contractions got easier, and I was 3 cm dilated.
By Thursday night, my contractions were pretty intense, and my epidural had a lovely "hot spot" in it, so I could feel some of what was going on. Not fun.
I wake up after about 2 hours of sleep early Friday morning, and the "hot spot" is gone. "YaY", I think. Well, by about 7am, I am succumbed by just so much pressure that I feel like I am going to go insane from not pushing. This old nurse hag comes in and tries to get Hayden to turn, cuz he's facing my side with his back down the other side. She puts me on my side with a damn blanket underneath, and it HURT. As soon as she left I was like, "Nope, no more of that". Then, I get to start pushing. "Trial pushes", they called them. Just to try out positions and stuff to see what got me to push the best. I found that holding one end of a towel while Julie, my nurse, held the other and playing tug of war with it really helped. I got Hayden to crown this way, so my doc comes in to deliver him.
This is where all hell breaks loose. Hayden got stuck. His shoulder was preventing him from being born. This is called shoulder dystocia, and it happens when a baby is too big to fit through the birth canal. Imagine if he had went full-term! Now, the only thing that I had really set in stone with Dr. Spires about my delivery was that I did NOT want an episiotomy unless absolutely necessary. Guess what? Hayden can't come out unless Dr. Spires does a small cut. "Okay, fine just get him out of me" is generally what I am thinking at this point. Well, turns out my epidural had another "hot spot" in it - right where the episiotomy was done. I was pushing - the next thing I know, surgical scissors are cutting me. And not just once: My doctor's teacher (my doc is a first-year resident, so his attending was there, too) goes, "No, Ross"- and cuts me DEEPER. Wonderful. I scream bloody murder, and the next thing I know, Hayden comes whooshing out of me. It's 9:30am on March 2nd, and I had just given birth to a beautiful baby boy.
After that, the pain and the 39+ hours of labor didn't seem to matter anymore.  Jon was so wonderful about the whole ordeal - very supportive, and got me everything I needed. He's awesome. And so Hayden. For now, my butt is going to bed. Happy? Can't even express it. |
