We came in for our normal check up, on 12/18/12 at 8:20am where we were told that baby E had borderline amniotic fluid, it was a 5.5 on the scale (they prefer a 5 or higher) so we went to prenatal assesment to have additional screening and a stress test done. The fluid measurement then was "next to nothing" and we were told not to go home that we would be induced that day. I of course was not happy about this, making it very clear from the beginning that I wanted as little intervention as possible. [im pretty sure the nurse that told us we would have to wait two hours for a room, to go get some lunch and DON'T GO HOME, thought for sure that I wouldn't return to the clinic] needless to say we went home anyways, spent some time with Bennett, packed our bags, brads Mom and my mom are both in town so it was very nice to have B at home with them. It was around Bs nap time when we left and he went down well for his nap and then everyone came to visit us later in the evening. B was a little concerned that we took his car seat out of the car and were putting in a different one in its place! We reassured him that he was going to go for a ride with grandma in her car so he was happy to help put his seat in there and was no longer upset.
We (Brad and I) came back to the hospital at around 12:30pm and of course proceeded to wait another 1.5 hours until we got into a room. {it is the holiday season after all and a very busy at the hospital} once settled I was checked and barely dilated , given some time to relax and then given an induction pill... I can't recall what time, then we just hung out for four hours until we were checked again. The contractions began coming more frequently (maybe only 2-3 per hour) and when I was checked again (I was expecting minimal to no progress) I was at 3.5cm! Pleasantly surprised to be moving along with practically no pain at that point. We then decided that since I was responding well that we would start the pitocin, this is when my nerves began to kick in. Of course fearing the worst pain ever and knowing that the contractions are going to come faster and stronger. I began to cry and brad was very calming for me and reassuring me that all would be fine and to not get worked up to quickly in the beginning stages of labor. I started on pitosin at 3:45pm. Contractions began coming more and more, when checked again at about 6:45 I was a 4.5 (not as much progress I thought I should have for the increased pain I was feeling).
The family (grandmas, Drake and B) came to visit about 5:30 and stayed til 7:30ish. I was worried (once again) that Bennett would not like to see mommy all hooked up to the machines at the doctor but HE DID SO WELL! He didn't panic or cry or really seemed to be concerned, we told him mommy was getting medicine from the doctor and that Emory was coming! He said, as he patted his little chest, "Bennett medicine, Bennett's medicine" we assured him he was feeling better from his little cold symptoms yesterday and that he didn't need anymore medicine (he was fine with this and began to jump around the room).
Bennett was concerned that I wasn't going home with everyone but we told him I was ok and would be sleeping in the special bed tonight and we'd see him in the morning.
They increased my pitosin now and more panic began to set in. The contractions were getting painful and though not lasting long the intensity was magnified. I began to cry and couldn't stop, the new doctor on shift came to introduce herself and see how I was doing and amongst my tears in trying to answer her questions she said, "you can get out of bed, you don't have to stay in there, would you like to try that? you just have to be hooked up to the machine is all, do you have a birthing ball? Let me get you one." This is when the pain became manageable!!! Standing up was 100% better than sitting on my butt reclined in that TERRIBLE bed! I was able to progress much further without panic or tears and with out even thinking (at that point) about an epidural. Was checked again at midnight and was still not as far as I thought I would be, only a 5 something. Was bummed that the pain was progressing faster than the cervix! Was of course told I was doing just fine and would be checked again in 4 hours... REALLY FOUR MORE HOURS OF THIS! There was NO WAY I would be taking four more hours of this pain! But we continued along and things got really bad! Very painful, standing wasn't even helping anymore, I felt a shutdown coming on and with every contraction just wanted someone to shoot me! (Sorry but that's what I was thinking!) once the contraction was done I'd think it wasn't so bad and could handle it a little longer. The nurse was very sweet and encouraging and told me to tell her when I began to feel more intense pressure (like a bowel movement) I didn't realize that's what we were watching for and told her that feeling had been coming for a while now. She said to let her know when it intensified, that only took about two more contractions and I was screaming! The clock said only 1:30am and I thought I can't do this for 2.5 more hours until my next check by the doc!!!! Brad all along was by my side being very supportive and rubbing my back {can't express how great you are babe!} well after the nurse heard my cries of pain she had the doc come in and check me early, I was at at SEVEN!!! Finally some progress I was hoping for! They said I could go very quickly at this point because this was indeed my second child and to call if I felt the need to push, I called them back in two contractions later!!! Progress had been made, the anesthesiologist had also been notified of my stage and he popped his head in the room (my brain was screaming GET OUT I DON'T WANT YOUR TEMPTATION) but I calmly said holá (not that he was even Spanish but just because that's all I could muster up at that point) and told him I was fine for now thank you sir.... INSERT INSTANT MULTIPLIED PAINFUL CONTRACTIONS THE INSTANT HE LEAVES AND MY HEAD NOW TELLING ME I SHOULD HAVE WENT FOR THE MEDS WHILE I HAD THE CHANCE! well after a few more the nurse said "do you want me to call him back in?" I said no, and she said "good, you can do this and besides he probably doesn't have enough time to get it in before the baby comes anyways" This was encouraging knowing that the end had to be insight! And now came the thoughts (that were no longer being held captive in my head but spewing from my mouth loudly of, "GET IT OUT!" "I don't care how it comes out, get it out now!" "I can't do this I'm going to die!" "There is no way I can push for hours!" Someone shoot me!" {such great things to be telling yourself and screaming with such a wonderful support team by my side encouraging me and reminding me to stay calm and breath!!!} There were of course the intermingled, " help me Jesus'" in there and the "dear Gods" when His lovely still small voice came and told me He loved me and 'you trust me don't you, I will support you'. There was clearly no epidural coming at this point and some mental relief that God wasn't mad at me for all the crazy things I had been screaming and irrational thoughts I had been having. Well progression happened rather quickly after that point until we hit 9.5cm and the sensation to push was indescribably overwhelming and I was told that I COULD NOT PUSH! I thought you must be out of your livid mind he is coming out and he is coming out right now! I will push if I want to! Well I did push for one contraction and the nurse told on me to the doctor who came in and told me not to do that... Um... Okay lady ;) well just a few mind numbing worlds worst pain ever someone kill me contractions later I was told I could push and DID I EVER! The pushing wasn't even the painful part (certainly not enjoyable) but finally relief!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY EMORY! Mommy, Daddy and big brother Bennett love you so very much.
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