Well, here we are... nearly 7 months since my last post. So much to catch my 4 readers up on :) Perhaps, I will use this blog as a journal of sorts. So, it may ramble, it may not make sense to you, but that is okay, after all, it is my blog.
Benjamin arrived almost 2 weeks late. Every day waking up like Groundhog day. I would squint in the morning and think maybe if I don't open my eyes, than another day will not have gone by that I didn't go into labor. Wednesday I went to lunch with Gretchen for mexican. The next morning at 0700 the contractions started. They were all in my back and were about 20 minutes apart. I had a biophysical profile scheduled for that morning and called the office to tell them I didn't want to come in because I thought I was in early labor and wanted to stay home and sleep. Secretly, there was a blue whale special on The Discovery Channel that I had DVR'd and wanted to see. But the chumps made me come in to do my NST and fluid level anyway. All of course were fine. They remarked admirably on my endurance of not desiring an induction. Although, no so much that they didn't schedule one for the 42 week mark. That was okay with me.
I went home, watched the Whale special, and could not get in a comfy position. In hind site, I should have been walking around. My mom came over, Tony came home from work, those 2 clowns had delicious Applebee ribs and burgers and I had panera chicken soup. Mom said, you'll thank me later. All night, the contractions were low in my back. I took numerous showers and they only ever got 5 minutes apart. Tony was working on a presentation till 0300. I paced all night long. At 0600 I went outside for a walk, the morning came and they contractions had spaced out to 7-8 minutes. I called the ob since it had been 24 hours. I went in and was 4 cm and 90%. She told me to go to the hospital where they would admit me directly.
To the hospital we went, excitement mounting, I was feeling good, tired, but good. We got there and were checked in, where they let me walk and said as long as you're progressing on your own, we dont need to intervene. Even though I liked my nurse, she said "You're here to have a baby, we will medically manage you, if you didn't want to be managed, you could have stayed at home".
Well then.
I walk, I get in the tub. The tub was amazing. Tony brought in the ipod and it felt zen like. He was a great coach. We couldn't wait to meet our big man. When I get out of the tub, I am 6cm. 2 hours later, they check me and I am still 6cm. Its 3pm. They break my water. No more zen. Insane pain that I can't breathe through. I make it 2 hours with my water broken and get to 7 cm, and decide for the epidural. They started pit and decide they cant figure out why I am not moving at the speed of light. In goes the IUPC. By about 9, I make it 8 cm and then 9 cm by about 1030. The doctor tells me Ben's head is transverse and flexed instead of tucked. So 9cm is where I stay...
0230 The doctor decides a csection is the best option. I am devestated. I trusted my body. I'm a healthy woman. I made this baby from scratch. Surely, I can push him out.
My night shift nurse was in midwifery school. She did not console me, she did not turn off the pit once a section was decided upon. Despite the fact that my epidural was patchy. And to boot, she ran my bed into the wall several times while taking me to the OR. Details details...
I hate laying on the OR table, it felt like FOREVER. They had my gown pulled up to get ready to prep my belly. But they were waiting for more people. So the residents were just chatting to themselves while I was there naked and cold. I hated it.
The anesthesiologist dosed my epdidural and they used the tweezers to see if I was blocked. I felt it. He tried 4 more times, I felt it. Due to a spinal column injury, the epidural was not providing me with surgical coverage. I was then put under general anesthesia.
To be continued...
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