15-11-2008 - He's Here!

My mood while writing this blog: Ok

We were scheduled to go to see my doctor at the hospital Tuesday morning to get another blood pressure check because it had been up along w/ my swelling. We were up and getting ready to go around 730 when i started leaking fluid. We got to the hospital around 9 and they said I was leaking amnoitic fluid. My doc proceeded to break my bag of waters fully around 10am. I was 5cm and 80% at that point. With the exception of some very painful but irregular contractions, NOTHING changed by 3pm. Still the same effacement and dialation. So my doc ordered the pitocin and I ordered an epidural around 5pm. Apparently, the anastesiologist was fairly new and "training". He had another woman with him helping him step by step, but it took 3 attempts to get the epi placed and it was extremely painful. I was shaking badly because I was terrified they were going to miss and somehow paralyze me. I was just about to say forget about it when they finally finished. I proceeded to get extremely nausous from the epi, but couldn't feel much of the contractions at all. They checked me around 730pm and I was 6cm. Then a few minutes later I felt a lot of pain w/ each contraction in my lower back and I felt like I needed to have a bowel movement, so I called the nurse back in. I was fully dialated and ready to push. The urge to push was completely overwhelming. Unfortunately, they were not ready at all. There was a rush of births at that moment (including my doc who was in an emergency c-sect). They had nothing set up for delivery and zero doctors available. I kept yelling that he was coming and that I really had to push and they kept telling me to breath and that I needed to wait. Like, HELLO? I can't really help it, if he's coming out he's coming out! I managed to hold off pushing through about 5 contractions so they could get a delivery table set up and pull a midwife out of another delivery (which was completed) to attend mine. I pushed for 9 minutes and out he came. It was so fast, but I'm glad it was because I could feel a lot of the pain and pressure. I threw up in the middle of it because of the nausea from the epi and they said that brought him down a lot lol.

He was simply beautiful. After having lost my son Wesley at 18 weeks in the same hospital I was completely overwhelmed with grief over the loss of him and feeling so blessed to be given this new little boy. I bawled my eyes out. He is marvelous.

I felt fabulous after the birth too (once I got over the nausea). I had only a mild tear, and therefore very few stitches. I felt like I could have gone home within hours. He is breast feeding like a champ and doing wonderfully!