In the morning of Oct 27 I woke up in bed around 5:30 am and noticed that my water broke! I was pretty excited as this was the first time my water had ever broken on it's own. We called a friend to come stay with the girls and made our way to the hospital.
By the time we arrived, my contractions hadn't started, and I wasn't very dilated (3cm), so they told me to go home and come back when things started picking up. They told me to come back by 5:30 pm if nothing was happening. We decided to walk around the hospital for a bit to see if we could get things going. It was quite difficult for me to walk because this cutie was pinching my nerves so badly. That pain, alone, would stop me in my tracks and bring me to the floor. I only wished it was pain from contractions, rather than pain from pinched nerves!
We drove through the falling snow and went back home. I tried to take a nap...and walk around more. And, get some things done.
With very little "going on" we drove back to the hospital at 5:00pm. They told me to go down stairs to be admitted. By the time we made it back upstairs they had given my room away. We waited in the waiting room, and waited, and waited.
By this point, my emotions were getting the best of me... I had been waiting for 12 hours to have this baby...my body wasn't kicking into gear, I was in too much pain to move, and the nurses weren't doing anything about it!
They finally found a triage room for me to wait some more in.
The intern came in and asked what I wanted to do for pain management. When I told her I wanted the epidural she tried to talk me out of it. That irritated me. But, I was persistent. She also told me they would have to give me the oxytocin to begin contractions. It had been more than 12 hours and I wasn't contracting, so we had to do something...I was ok with that. BUT, I told them that they weren't giving me the oxytocin without giving me the epidural first. I knew he would come fast, and I was worried that by the time they got around to giving me the epidural it would be too late. I sort of felt like I was being "pushy", but I also felt like I was a woman who knew what she wanted. I was the patient, this was my baby (3rd baby), it was me pushing him out, and I wanted an epidural, dang-it! Wes did a good job of backing me up! ;)
We walked into the delivery room just before 7:00 pm. Whenever I see the little baby bed in the delivery rooms I tear up - and this time was no exception. It seems so surreal to me that we enter the room with an empty bed, and it's now only a matter of time that a baby will be using it...our baby will be out of me, and on the bed...laying on it. It just a few short hours we were going to meet our son!
I was given a portion of the epidural, then the drip at 8:00pm. When the really hard, painful contractions came, they completed the epidural and I felt GLORIOUS! Really...absolutely amazing!! I was so comfortable, pain-free, and happy!!
Wes and I chatted with the nurse a bit and rested. Then, my body started to shake, and I felt the pressure! This made me cry again...happy tears! I knew what those feelings meant and that my baby would soon be in my arms. The doctor checked me again and I was fully dilated! I was told I could start pushing as soon as I wanted, or I could wait and let the baby work his way down for a bit longer. By that time it was about 10:45. I remember telling myself that I would wait until 11:00.
Well, 11:15 came and it was just Wes, me and the nurse in the room. I was nervous pushing without the Dr. there. The nurse told me to start when I was ready and she would get the Dr. when it was time. So, I got in position and before I even began, the Nurse called for the Dr. because our baby was coming!!!
I literally pushed with all my might and determination through one contraction and out he came! Out came our perfect baby boy at 11:24 pm. It took him a bit to start breathing (which had me worried).... he had the womb stuck on his face! But, then he let out a good scream and I was immediately overcome with so much joy...and out the tears came! When they laid him on me, my first thought was, "I can absolutely do this again!"
Wes and I took one look at our newborn son and just knew that this was our "Simon". He has begun his time on earth, we get to be his parents, we get to know him, teach him and love him.
Simon Terry Pitcher
Oct 27, 2013 ~ 11:24pm
9 lbs 14.75 oz
21 3/4 inches
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