The date of the dreaded induction had arrived, I was not thrilled with the idea. This feeling didn't fade, and there was definitely a part of me that was ready to call and cancel. But, I guess there was a bigger part of me that was ready to meet this child, so off we went Friday morning to the hospital. The drive to the hospital was quiet and strange, but my nerves started to settle down once we arrived and I checked in.
I immediately liked my LDR nurse, she was hoot and Dr. Fred showed up right away and had me laughing. We did all the registration paperwork and got me hooked up to the monitors. I must be cursed when it comes to IVs because she stuck my one wrist, got some blood, but couldn't get things going and had to stick my other wrist(ugh). A check revealed I was still only 1cm and maybe 50% effaced. I figured that meant a long afternoon of pitocin and slow progress--boy was I mistaken. They started the drip around 9am, and fairly quickly I started having contractions. They were quite mild and even when they showed 80-100 on the monitor I would have rated my pain about a 3/10. We watched Heartbreak Ridge and waited for things to get going.
About noon, they checked me again and I was a three, Dr. Fred went ahead and broke my water. The very next contraction I had was about a 6/10 on my pain scale, OUCH. Apparently, that water is a nice cushion. I asked for an epidural shortly thereafter and the anesthesiologist (the same little Bolivian doc that did my previous two) walked in about an hour later. Boy was I happy to see him. We got all set up, and BWB was holding my shoulders and the dr was pushing on my back to find the right spot. They started in with the local and CRIPES it hurt. I let out a couple of little yells and that's when I noticed BWB's posture and breathing change. Then the doc and nurse asked if he was ok, he said he was feeling light headed but was fine. Um, yeah, you so aren't fine I thought and told him to sit down NOW. He complied and they got the epidural in the first try this time, YAY! It was now around 1:20pm and the nurse checked me and said I was about a four and 80% effaced.
I started feeling really really sleepy almost immediately, and dozed in and out while BWB ran down and got some lunch. I started feeling like I had to pass gas but was really stressed out that I might poop instead :P The sensation only got worse but I thought there was no way it could be baby pressure, I mean I was just checked and only a four, and the contractions were 4 minutes apart and barely registering 40 on the monitor. BWB came back, I was feeling even more pressure with each contraction and decided to call the nurse. She came and I told her I was feeling quite a bit of pressure in my bottom. She checks me and says oh, that's because your complete. What?! This was only 30 or so minutes after I was a four. So, she rushed about, called my OB, set up the room and we got ready to have a baby.
I was feeling much much pressure by now and contractions were pretty painful. I had to resist the urge to push--which was new for me. When everything was ready, Dr. Fred said ok, push with the next contraction. I started pushing and immediate relief but also increase in pressure. He had me stop when the head was partway out to stretch things a little and damn, ouch, it about killed me not to keep pushing. The next contraction I got the head out, they suctioned and then I continued to push out the body. Damn that felt good, to get her out I mean.
I specifically looked to make sure it really was a girl and was very relieved to see that it was. They put her on my chest and I was just so happy to finally meet her. The nurse took her to clean her off and get her weighed, I was actually surprised that I birthed an almost 9lb baby. They said she was bruised up from such a rapid decent, but otherwise perfect. She never needed oxygen, her apgars were 8 & 9 and she nursed like a champ from the getgo.
Doc sewed me up, I had a second degree tear, worst of the three, but since this was so fast, I was not surprised. I felt almost as good as I did after GB's birth, just a little more shaky.
LG is great, I'm so in love with her, as is DB. GB, not so much. He's a shrieky beast as I expected. Mostly I'm just happy to be home with my newly enlarged family. :)