Monday, November 18, 2013

DS's Birth Story

Well I guess it is about time to type out my Dear Son's birth.

I decided to be induced at 39 weeks. In all honesty I was just ready to be done with pregnancy. I was tired of my vagina lips hurting and throbbing with sharp pains. I was tired of the constant pressure and feeling like I needed to poop.

We arrived at the hospital at 3:30 am and were placed in our L&D room. We were hooked up to the monitors and I was dilated to 5 1/2 cm. They hooked me up to my fluids and pitocin.  Well between 5am and 7am I asked for my epidural. I was starting to feel my contractions and I was just completely uncomfortable.

*cue lots of sleep*

Around 9 or 9:30am MIL  showed up and even though I didn't really want any one at the hospital until after I had given birth, I was so thankful she showed up when she did. I had paged for a nurse two or three times and no one had shown up. I was in excruciating pain.  To the point of crying full blown tears. On a scale of 1-10 my pain level was at a 12.  DH was sleeping and I had tried to call out to him and he wouldn't wake up. MIL came in saw that I was in pain and not only woke my DH up she went and got a nurse for me.

At this point I could care less who was in the room as I was just in excruciating pain. I was feeling every contraction. It was enough pain to make me cry... The nurse got the anesthesiologist to come in and try to up my meds... No such luck the Epi had completely stopped working, and after pumping me so full of meds I should have been unable to move... He told me he was sorry and that he could no longer give me any more meds because I had reached the max dosage. *cue sad face on me* I remember telling DH I wanted my mom, and being the wonderful man that he is called my mom to see where she was. **not close enough for me to have her there with me**

So fast forward 30 minutes to an hour. Nurse comes in and says lets have you a baby. MIL asked me if I wanted her to leave I nodded my head yes and there she went out the door. It took less than an hour and I had pushed DS out. *I felt every thing* At one point my OB told me to stop pushing... *cord was wrapped* I didn't know this until 3 days later when DH told me.

As soon as my mom showed up MIL took care of DD and sent her right in to me. All I could do was shake and cry. I cried with relief that my DS and I were both OK. I was shaking because of all the meds that had been pumped in me and I was suddenly so COLD. All I could do was ask for my son. I told the nurse checking his vitals that I wanted him as soon as she was done. *she did give him straight to me when she was done* I didn't share him at all for the time I had him. I told DH he could hold him later but I wasn't sharing. I was made to stay in my L&D room for an hour with yet another bag of fluids attached to me. Some wonderful nurse brought me a hot blanket to cover up with which helped with the shaking.

After we were transferred to our postpartum room the brought DS back to us and DH was the first to hold him, then DD we took several pictures of DD holding him.

MIL was AMAZING. I love her for coming to my rescue.

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