Ah Blessed Birth...
By Easter I figured this baby was never coming, but I was smugly smiling at Jane's (aka "the real Curly") false prediction of a 4/10 baby (hee). We went to church, took a walk, had ribs in the crockpot for dinner with SIL and her boyfriend. Around 5pm I started spotting a little, I'd already lost my plug that week, this was actually spotting, so I knew something was up. I whispered to BWB, but did want to sound the alarm in case this was just more teasing symptoms. I felt fine, didn't spot much, finished dinner and settled in to watch Sopranos after saying goodnight to SIL and bf.
I started having contractions around 8pm, 10 minutes apart and didn't think much of it. They didn't hurt, but they were consistent. By 9pm they were closer, about 7 minutes and slightly more painful, but I was still cross stitching through them and watching Deadwood. By the end of Deadwood, I was actually hurting and was down to five minutes apart, but though, maybe I should lay down and see if they go away. As BWB is crawling into bed, I say, I think you better get back up as I double over in pain. We call the on call OB who said head in, and then called SIL to come over.
Contractions are getting more painful and about 4 minutes apart. We finish packing up the car, sil arrives, I kiss DB about 50 times and apologize for ending his only childhood, and off we go. Starting to hurt more, get to the hospital, still 4 minutes apart, they send us up and get me checked into a room and start all the paperwork and assessments. By now, I'm having a lot of trouble getting through contractions and thinking how I could never ever skip the epidural, especially since I'm only at three cm.
Then come the needles. They stick me for my IV in my right wrist, she starts taking the blood samples and they are sooooo slow. I'm starting to feel sick. They move the needle around hoping to get things moving, no luck, I'm green, they move to the left wrist. That one went in fine, blood flowed freely, got IV in--I'm going to puke regardless now though. I highly recommend NOT having ribs for dinner before going into labor. Then they had to stick my arm for the CBC since that clotted in the tube.
An hour later after things are all filled out I'm at four and crying to BWB that I can't do this. I'm puking after every contraction now too. Yuck. They call the drug doc and get me set up for the epi. Ok, I knew from last time this wouldn't be easy due to my scoliosis, and I was right. They stuck me four times to get the epi right and send huge shockwaves down my legs. It took effect quickly and also totally stopped my contractions. But WTF did I care, i wasn't hurting anymore!
I dozed off and on through the night, they came in and broke my water around 3am--it took four tries, they said it was one helluva a thick membrane and no wonder it didn't break on it's own. By 5am, I call my mom since it's 6am in FL and I didn't want to miss her. She's all sappy and crying. I doze some more, at 6am, I'm 9 cms and feeling a lot of pressure in my bottom so I knew I was close. Fred (my OB) arrived at 6:30 and checked things out, I was ready to push, so they set up the room and I started pushing about 6:55. I actually watched in the mirror this time, and aside from being astounded by how incredibly huge the female anatomy can get, it was really cool. It helped to focus on the pushing and it was really neat watching my Golden child be born.
Out pops the head, slowly the shoulders and the rest and I'm dying to know. I see umbilical cord and...a PENIS! Hee, I always had a feeling it was a boy. I felt awesome, truly. Doc was stitching me up and I'm taking pictures of BWB with Golden Boy. It was so much better than post birth with DB, I was so sick and shaking and out of it last time. Then there's the hair, my God the hair! I swear every single person who came in to contact with him commented on the hair and fussed over him.
GB nurses like a champ, he latched on right away and went to town, I was so happy and relieved! I'm much more at ease, which just made everything so much better. I'm really excited to see how GB is like DB but so different, I'm looking forward to watching his personality emerge. He's a great baby so far, just happy to be in mommy's arms. He's in the phototherapy box like DB was, but his bili count was much lower, so I think he'll be out tomorrow.
Being home is great, I was so ready to leave the hospital. Other than having a sore bum, I truly feel wonderful. This makes me excited to do this again. :)