Audrey Jane's Birth Story
My induction was scheduled for midnight on Monday night/Tuesday morning (39 weeks). I was supposed to call at 10:30 to confirm. My mom arrived from Maryland that evening and she and my brother came over. We watched movies and hung out. I was getting ready to call L&D when they called me and said they didn't have any open beds. They said they would call me when something opened up (probably around 2-3am) and that I should try to get some sleep. Yeah right. I didn't sleep at all despite trying and they didn't end up calling until almost 5.
Here's the last picture of me pregnant with her - the night before the induction
So after they called, Will and I headed to the hospital. We wanted to hurry and get there while there was still an open bed. We got there a little before 6 and got checked in. We got to our room but had to wait through shift change. Our nurse came in and finished checking us in and got my IV started. By that point it was 8 and my doctor stopped in on his way into the office. He checked me and said I was a good 3cm, 90% effaced and the monitors were picking up semi-regular contractions. He wanted to break my water.
I was not happy about this. This was one thing I had told myself I wouldn't let them do early. I was already a bit apprehensive about the induction and I did not want to be put on the clock. But when I asked him, he told me that I really needed to have her that day. My blood pressure was somthing like 165/103 and he would not be sending me home if the induction didn't work. Plus he told me that I was very favorable for the induction and he didn't think it would be an issue. Thank goodness he was right because otherwise I know this would have been a decision I would regret. So I let him break my water and they started Pit in my IV.
He told me he didn't care about dialation before I got my epidural but that he wanted me to work hard for an hour first. The first hour on the Pit wasn't too bad. We were hanging out and having fun. I'm pretty sure my mom got to the hospital around then. After they had turned the Pit up twice (every 30 minutes), things started to get harder. So I started timing my hour. The contractions were about 2 minutes apart and lasting 1.5 minutes. I wasn't getting much of a break in between. But I was handling them pretty well. After my hour was up I asked for the epi, not because I was doing so bad but because I was scared to death of them turning up the Pit again if I didn't have it. I really wish I had known that not only were they not going to turn it up, the ended up turning it off.
But I didn't ask, and they didn't tell me. The anesthesiologist came in around 10:30. Once it was in, they checked me and I was 4cm and completely effaced. I was feeling pretty glad to have the epi at that point. We figured it would be a while so my mom headed out to get something to eat and Will and I just hung out. But it wasn't long before I started to have a lot of pain again. I was pretty annoyed by this because I caved and got the drugs, they had better work at least! I waited a little while but eventually called the nurse who got another anesthesiologist to re-dose me. She got there quickly and it worked really well. Right after that the nurse decided she better check me because the epi shouldn't have worn off so fast. I was 9.5cm. It was only an hour and a half after my last check. We couldn't believe it!
So Will called my mom to come back and updated the rest of our family. They called my doctor and he wisely decided that since I just had a big dose of medicine I would be best off just resting and laboring down. They left me alone and told me to call the nurse if I felt a lot of pressure or the urge to push. I remember this being a pretty fun time. Our family started to arrive at the hospital so we had lots of visitors. I was feeling pretty good except I couldn't stop shaking.
After about 2 hours the pressure in my butt was really comanding my attention so I kicked everyone out except Will and my mom and I called the nurse. They checked things out and told me to start pushing. I don't remember the pushing stage that well other than that it was really hard. I was so tired and wanted to stop pushing but if I did the contractions were unbearable. I was flat on my back and I didn't not like that, but I thought because of the epi I couldn't support my own weight. In retrospect I probably should have at least tried because it seemed pretty worn off anyway. One of the nurses kept telling me I would push for three hours and I wanted to kill her. There was no freaking way I would be able to do that. So I started pushing harder.
Eventually they brought me the mirror and that helped motivate me more. I pushed harder and harder because there was no way I was going to keep going for 3 hours. Sure enough, after about 45 minutes the other nurse decided it was time to call my doctor. At first she told me to stop pushing but after I made a horrible face she told me to just push softer. My doctor got there really quickly and that's when things became a blur. He had me push once or twice and then it felt like he just yanked her out. I was so unbelievably relieved it wasn't even funny. Audrey Jane O was born at 3:29 pm weighing 7lbs 4oz (same as her momma).
The doctor held her up and I couldn't believe how pink she was. I had seen so many birth videos or episodes of Baby Story where the baby was pretty much purple. She started screaming almost immediately. I remember saying "come here little girl" or something like that and they handed her to me. Her head was shaped really crazy (not just a cone but a cone sticking out to one side) and that's when the nurse told me she didn't rotate all the way. She came out facing my right hip. The nurse said she was really impressed I pushed her out in only an hour. We found out later at her 1 month check up that she had broken her collarbone. No wonder she was screaming.
I know they were really busy down there (cord was clamped and the cord blood was collected for donation - I'm pretty sure Will cut her cord but I can't remember). I was totally focused on her. I held her until I delivered the placenta but I started shaking really badly and they took her to get weighed and checked and cleaned up. I felt like I should demand her back, but I didn't really want to. I felt bad.
Then the doctor stitched me up. Holy sh*t that was hands down the worst part. I had no epi left at that point and I felt it all. It was terrible and felt like it took forever. At this point the crowd of family outside our room had heard her crying and was practically banging down the door to get in. I was so not ready for guests! I remember the nurses putting her footprint on Will's hand and sending him out to appease them. Pretty much as soon as the doctor was done the whole crowd rushed in the room. I was still feeling terrible and told them they weren't allowed to talk to me. Fortunately they didn't stay long. Finally they left and they gave Audrey back to me. I felt better instantly.
The nurse helped her latch on and we nursed for a while. After that she took a nap with Daddy while I called a bunch of out of town friends and family. It didn't take long for that post-birth high to kick in. I remember feeling great and being so excited.
That's about all I remember. Here are some pictures (I love pictures!)
That was a GREAT birth story with a lot of details! What a cute little baby. I think that now she looks just like both of you! You did a great job. Several of your details remind of some of my births. Getting your water broken early, the epi wearing off quickly, the nurse telling you annoying things, etc. This time will be better for both of us!
I love the pics! She looks so similar the day she was born to her pic in your siggy. The same just older, so cute! Great birth story, TFS.
~Joy~ DS1-8/5/05, DS2-10/18/10 (VBAC#1), DS3- 4/11/12 (VBAC#2!)
Well, Will and I tried to get some things done around the house today but we didn't get very far. I'm starting to get a bit anxious about how much cleaning and organizing is left to do before he gets here. I know I still have a good bit of time, I'm just so slow at getting things done.