Our Precious Bundle
After getting notified that I would be going to the hospital because I was dilated with elevated blood pressure 9 days before our expected due date, I felt excited and nervous. I still had things to do, bags to pack, figure out where my dogs were going to go since I was going to be admitted to the high risk wing, meaning I would have an extended stay. The good thing about being induced is that you kind of have some time to get ready. I contacted the people I needed to contact, took a nice, long shower, got our dogs situated, pack (for a list of essentials, head over here)… but it seemed to fly by and during the drive to the hospital, I couldn’t help but feel nervous and scared. This was our first and I knew inductions could take hours, DAYS, and I had no idea what to expect. When we got there, we were taken to our room and told to make ourselves at home. Even though we got there at 1:00pm, I didn’t get started on Pitocin (the drug used to induce labor) until about 4:00pm. I wasn’t feeling too much so I happily ate and watched some shows on Netflix with my husband.
At 5:00pm, the came in and broke my water. Let me tell you, it was nothing like I expected. It was the weirdest, strangest feeling. It literally does feel like a giant gush of water, which it essentially is, but it keeps leaking and trickling out for a good few hours after. About an hour after my water broke, contractions hit HARD. I knew going in that I wanted an epidural. I don’t do well with pain, I was not going to try to do a natural birth. All power to those mamas who want too and either try or succeed, but after all said and done, it was not for me. I had 2 giant fears about delivery. The first was getting the epidural. I don’t like needles unless there is a pretty new design somewhere on my body. When I was 8, my mom had twins and the doctors left an epidural needle on the ground, which I picked up, stared at, and ever since had been terrified of. Well, my fears came true. The nurse had told me that I needed to tell them when I needed the epidural about 45 minutes before I was actually going to really need it. I was laying there watching Breaking Bad with my husband when I felt the first one. It took my breath away from pain. I could NOT talk through it (a sure fire way of knowing it is indeed a contraction) and gripped onto the bed rail for dear life. My husband looked at me and asked if I needed the nurse, I said no. Then another one came about five minutes later, a little bit stronger, and he asked me if I was sure I didn’t need the nurse. “No, not yet” I said through my tightly closed jaw. After the next one hit, he just hit the nurses call button and informed me that I did, in fact, need the nurse. I was glad he did. Commence fear number one. I got all prepped to get the epidural. The numbing part was definitely the most painful. It feel like a handful of needles are penetrating your back. It’s only one, but it didn’t feel like it to me. However, that was not the worst part. Once it was numbed, he continually told me to hold still and relax (through tortuous contractions and being stabbed in the back, ya okay, guy… I’d like to see you hold still and relax). He put in the epidural and it was too far left, hit a nerve, and I had terrible shooting pain down my whole left side every time I had a contraction until he finally got it placed in the right spot. Thank goodness that was over. It was terrible, but 100% worth it and I will definitely be getting again, regardless of my fears. It set in quickly and felt strange. I could feel my legs but they were all tingly, kind of felt like they were asleep, but not in an annoying way. I, however, have a very high tolerance for pain medication so… I definitely felt them put in the catheter. Yuck. I mean, not 100% but enough. It was not cool. So hours past of watching Breaking Bad and the epidural seemed to be wearing off and I was in pain. I let the nurses know and they had the anesthesiologist come back and administer more. I felt a bit queasy, I had eaten for a few hours (and you cant once your water breaks and you get the epidural) so I requested some chicken broth and a barf bag. I finally fell asleep and woke 2 hours later and used my barf bag immediately. This unfortunately caused the most excruciatingly painful back spasms and I was in tears and literally could not move. It took 2 nurses to readjust me, and place heat pads on my back. I am pretty sure it’s from the way the epidural was placed and it was terrible. I finally fell back asleep to repeat the same processes 2 more times about every hour. That was seriously the worst part of the child birthing experience. It was the most painful of everything and I can’t even explain how bad it felt. It was worse than the contractions I had. They kept telling me it was back labor, but I don’t really agree. Guess we will never know.
At 3am the midwife came in and told me that if he was not ready and I was not 10cm dilated, we would wait an hour and that if no progress had been made in that hour, I would have to have a cesarean, which I really did not want. She checked and told me I was ready to push, but she wanted to wait another 30 minutes because it felt like he was still up really high into my ribs. After about 20 minutes passed I said I was ready. I felt so much pressure and a huge urge to push. They checked again and sure enough, he was ready. They got set up and I started pushing at 340. To be honest, it was not as bad as I had thought. In fact, it seemed to be the easiest part of it all. My epidural kicked ass and took names. Although my back was sore and probably affected my pushing abilities, I got that baby out in 50 minutes, and was cracking jokes in between pushing.
What I never thought about until after was that when people say they pushed for 50 minutes, it doesn't mean they're pushing the entire time, I feel like it's actually about half the time you're pushing, then resting in between each contraction. When he was finally ready to come out all the way, he was tangled up in his cord and didn't cry right away so there was about 60 seconds of pure panic. He was okay and breathing very quickly and to be honest, crying just isn’t in his nature.They put him right on my chest and other than a picture, I didn't get to see his perfect face for an hour. But, it was the best hour. Holding him, snuggling him, he was finally here. I was pretty much in shock, so was my husband. All this waiting had finally paid off. Our little mister was born at 4:30am on May 8, 2018. We named him Hudson William and he weighed 8lbs 10oz and was 21” long. I’m not going to go into details but recovering was a lot easier than I anticipated. One of the worst parts was standing up to go to the restroom for the first time. You can barely feel your legs, a nurse comes in there with you, tells you and shows you how to do everything and then, you’re on your own. I actually really recommend getting as many of the mesh short underwear as possible. The giant diaper pads don’t allow them to be worn for quite a while, only because the sticky part causes them to unravel. If you can, get some off amazon. They may not be pretty, but at least they’re secure! Anyway, the first week was rough and I hated going anywhere because I had to bring all my pads, and underwear, and whatnot. After the first week though, it got a lot better. I was pretty much as good as new by week 3- thank goodness!