Warning this post is long. Be prepared for birthy details….
Monday was the big day. We were being induced so our little eager guy could arrive six weeks early.
At 7:15am I was visited by the day shift nurse who was assigned to me. This is the third day this particular nurse had worked with me. She was spunky, fun and helped keep the energy positive. She was even so kind to paint my toenails. Her first shift with me I had asked if they have any toenail remover because the chipped polish was driving me crazy after staring at my toes for a couple of days. She not only found remover, but found some polish and so lovingly painted my toenails. I was thrilled at her kindness and grateful I didn’t have to stare at my nasty toes any longer.
Okay back to the big event, 7:15am and for the first time since I arrived at the hospital four days prior they decided to check my cervix. They hadn’t done it prior because they wanted me to make it to 34 weeks with out putting me into labor accidentally or risking introducing bacteria and infection taking place. I was 2 ½ cm and 60% effaced. I was just sure that this meant a long day ahead.
By 8:30am we got pitocin (sp?) started in my IV to induce labor. They also brought in a mobile monitor so I could walk around through labor. My little guy within me was a wiggly one in the womb (now say that five times fast). It was difficult to track him with all his moving. We were constantly trying to re-adjust the monitor to find his heart rate. The external monitor wasn’t working out to well so eventually they decided to attach an internal monitor to his head.
I was glad we finally did this, now I didn’t always have to hunt around my belly to find where this little guy had escaped to. And I didn’t have to panic each time he would “disappear”.
We started the pitocin at a low level and it took a while to kick in. By around the third round of bumping things up I was FEELING it. It was about 11:00 by then and the hubster and I had already taken a walk around the unit. We had gone into the postpartum hallway, which I thought was permitted, until we saw our nurse later rushing towards us with a look of concern. It turns out we had gone out of range for my monitors to work and it sent all sort of crazy signals up on the board. So we headed back to the labor and delivery wing with many stops. I was having strong contractions about every two minutes.
The nurses asked where my pain was at on a scale of 1-10. I kept thinking back to when I was in active labor with Lil’Miss where I was at about a 10 on the scale. It didn’t seem that bad yet, maybe at a 7 or so. But since I was planning on an epidural I figure why get to a 10 before I take the plunge.
By 11:30 am we were back in the room and things were moving along. The pain was becoming more intense and I was having a hard time keeping my composure. I decided it was time to make that wonderful call to the anesthesiologist.
By noon I was seated at the edge of the bed bent over getting my spine poked. It seemed to take forever. 12:30, no signs of the epidural taking effect. The contractions were wearing on my by that point and I was starting to get tired and a bit loopy. The anesthesiologist asked if I wanted to give it another try. YES PLEASE! So we tried again. This time the needle went in a bit deeper and started taking effect over the next half hour. I was soo grateful.
1:15 pm they checked my cervix again: 100% effaced and 4cm dilated. I decided to relax a little now that I could. My hopes were that if I relaxed, things would move along.
2:45 pm dialated to 6-7, they told us we had about an hour. The doctor was going to head back to the office to see some patients and perhaps finish her lunch she had started a few hours earlier.
My heart then caught up with the rest of me. I am having a baby. My baby is six weeks early. He may have to stay in the hospital a really long time. My kids are only 19 months apart. He is coming whether I am ready or not. I am going to be a mom of two children. I am having a boy. He is going to be little. Am I ready? (Are we ever ready??)
Although the epidural eased the contractions I could still feel things going on in vaginal area. While I was reflecting on what was actually happening there was some major pain going on down there. In the mean time the baby started showing signs of distress so the nurse called on the doctor who thankfully didn’t make it far and was just down the hall. They were considering giving me an injection to replace some fluid in the uterus. They gave me technical terms and tried to explain, but I was really out of it and I don’t remember much. They still thought I had some time.
Then all of the sudden which seemed like out of no where, the room became a bustle. The NICU nurses started showing up. They wheeled the baby bed in and the doctor was back. That was at 3:00. They said, “It’s time, you are having this baby.” The pains I was feeling was my cervix dialated to a ripe 10cm. Next thing I knew the doctor was there and they were telling I could start pushing.
A bit earlier in the labor process the doctor had warned me, “This baby is going to come out like a silver bullet!” Since I hadn’t had my first baby very long ago, and this one is much smaller, he is going to want to shoot out of there. Right before I started pushing she told me, “Now when I tell you to stop pushing, stop.”
Before I knew it the head was crowning. I stared into the mirror they got for me in amazement. I could have pushed but I just stared for a moment in amazement of what was going on. It is almost as time stopped for a moment. Then when the next contraction came I went for it. I gave it all I had, and I felt it, and there he was. In the mean time the doctor had told me to stop pushing and she was right, he was like a silver bullet. He came out real fast. 3:06pm Lil’Bean had arrived.
As I had wished they placed him on my chest and I stared in awe. The process of delivering a baby into this world is amazing. He wiggled, kicked and cried and I felt relief, joy and happiness.
They quickly checked him over and wrapped him up and let me hold him for a minute before they rushed him upstairs to the NICU. I was so grate for that minute. I didn’t get it with Lil’Miss and it broke my heart.
The hubster went with the baby and I stayed in the room to get stitched up. It wasn’t long before every thing was cleaned up and the room was empty. I just sat there reflecting on all that just happened. I was filled with joy and relief. I called my parents and in-laws letting them know we had the baby. At the time I didn’t have any information other than the delivery went well and he looked and sounded great. We didn’t even have a name yet! (You may hear more about that later)
About an hour later the hubster came back into the room with a sweet little picture of our son. I was so grateful they took a picture for me. Soon my legs were functioning again and they wheeled me to the NICU. I was ecstatic to be able to see this little baby that had just hours before been bustling inside of me.
Welcome Lil’Bean! We are so happy you are here and a part of our family!
Stay tuned for more details about his status and the NICU stay thus far!