Friday, January 13, 2012
The Evan Story
(If you'd like to read Joshua's birth story, go here: http://www.babyboycrocker.blogspot.com/2008/08/joshua-story.html)
So, when the baby didn't come before Christmas, I just decided to take it easy and get through the holiday without the baby. I had the time off work and Joshua was home during his school's winter break closure.
Mid-morning of the 29th I lost my mucus plug. Now, according to everything you read, labor could start soon or it could be another 2 weeks. I let my sister know and she went out and rented a car so that she would be ready. In retrospect, I should have just told her to come then since apparently, for me, losing my mucus plug means my water will break within the next 24 hours. That night, I went to bed as usual.
I woke up around 1am on the 30th with some discomfort but not enough to get me out of bed. Then at approximately 1:40, Joshua called from down the hall. I got up to tuck him in and that's when I knew my water had broken. I got Joshua situated and woke Brian to tell him that this was happening tonight. At this point, I was having some contractions, but still wasn't sure about what to do. I texted and then called my sister who jumped in her car despite it being 2 in the morning. Brian called the doctor's office. By the time the on-call doctor called us back (about 10 minutes later), my contractions had become painful and were right on top of each other; I even had to pause in my conversation with the doctor in order to get through a contraction.
The doctor said that since the contractions sounded intense and because my labor with Joshua had been pretty quick, that we should "mosey" down to the hospital. Brian called Anina to come over and I called my mom to let her know we were heading to the hospital. Anina arrived at our house around 2:45 and we headed out the door, pausing multiple times for contractions.
When we got to the hospital a few minutes after 3am, I had a contraction in the lobby area, had a contraction in the elevator on the way to the second floor, and had a contraction in the waiting area of the maternity center. It was crazy! I was assigned a nurse who was told that she'd better come sooner than later as my contractions were right on top of each other.
We got into our room and the monitors went onto my belly. The nurse began filling in the admittance information with Brian having to answer the questions because I was contracting the whole time. I was checked and found to be at 4cm dilated. We knew the baby's head was already really low from having been checked a couple weeks before. The nurse, Jodee, said that I'd probably go pretty fast since the baby's head was pressing on my cervix. And believe me, I felt that head and all the pressure that came with it with every contraction.
I had tested negative for group B strep, but I opted to have an IV lock put in just in case I decided I wanted some pain killers. The nurse who took my blood and put in the IV did a great job considering the contractions were only a few seconds apart and I had a hard time being still through them.
The nurses wanted a good few minutes of monitoring the baby before they'd remove the monitors, but with every contraction I'd move in such a way that they'd lose the baby and had to find him again.
At around 3:45am, I started saying that I couldn't do it anymore. Brian asked me if I wanted fentanyl (the narcotic pain killer). My first response was, "I don't know" but when he asked me again right around 4am, I said, "sure, I'll take the fentanyl." I had really wanted to not take any pain killers, but with all the pressure and with the contractions being within seconds of each other, I thought anything to help me get through it would be a good thing. So, Brian told the nurse, who had me get on the bed and when she checked me, found that I was complete at 10cm. There was no time for any pain killers - this baby was ready to be born!