Thursday, March 16, I had no idea we would be checking into the hospital in preparation of Jade’s arrival.
Around 6 in the evening I was feeling a little restless, so I decided to take a short walk around the block to get some fresh air. I had barely made it to the end of the driveway when I felt a slight gush. I thought to myself, hmm…that’s something new my pregnant body hasn’t experienced before. I went back inside to investigate and that’s when it happened again. Then, I realized my water had broke. I had been feeling cramps for a couple of days, but didn’t think much of them. In fact, I remember saying how I wish the cramps would turn into contractions lol. Turns out, they were! Very mild ones, but still. My body had been in the very beginning stages of labor for a while.
I wasn’t in pain at all. James and I took our time getting ready to go to the hospital. Well, he had been at the gym, so I was waiting for him to get home, but we didn’t rush. We packed up last minute snacks and a few other things and headed out. James was unsure if it was really happening. I was freaking excited! We agreed long before that we weren’t going to notify anyone. We wanted to focus on us and not worry anyone else.
If you were to tell me I’d spend close to 29 hours in labor, I would look at you in disbelief. There’s no way.
My labor ended up being augmented since my cervix was taking a while to dilate. My water had broke, so moving things along before an infection occurred was priority. I was administered slow, gradual doses of Oxytocin. I realize the synthetic is often referred to as Pitocin, but that’s not what the IV bag said, so I’ll stick to calling it oxytocin. The first few centimeters I was feeling really good. No pain. I was even dancing and laughing and taking pictures. I thought, “oh, labor is easy!” Hours and hours had passed. I was just at 5 cm by the next afternoon. The oxytocin dose I was receiving well surpassed what the nurses said I would probably need. I was breathing through the intense contractions quite well, until the doctor decided to up the dose even more. By this time, the contractions were quite close, even more powerful, and I was dilated to a 6.
We were approaching the 24 hour mark. My body was tired. I was only “nourished” by popsicles and jell-o. I got the epidural. I wouldn’t say I regret it, but I’d say it freaked me out because I couldn’t move my legs. My cervix retreated to 5 cm. I asked the nurses to reverse the epidural lol, but eventually because of how much time had passed, it wore off. I could feel my contractions again. That oxytocin (pitocin, whatever) is NO JOKE! I finally made it to 7 cm when the nurse informed me that I had started to spike a fever and baby’s heart rate was faster than the doctor liked. She said that if my body didn’t make the full 10 soon that I would need a c-section. I thought, no way..it’s time to tap in and breathe baby down.
My nurse was amazing. She tried so many different positions and stretches. I felt the need to push at 8 cm. It was difficult to hold back, but I knew I had to.
By the time I was given the green light to push, I had a brief freak out moment and then got to work. Only 10 minutes of pushing and our baby girl had finally arrived. I heard her cry and it was everything. She was placed on my chest and we got to enjoy well over an hour of skin-to-skin. She pooped and peed on me, I laughed, she nursed, dad cried, and it was all good.