This post probably doesn’t make much sense. I have so much to say, but don’t even know how to begin! It doesn’t help that my iPad would let me look at what I was typing for some reason! March 28th, 2016- one of the best days of my life.
Monday, Sean and I arrived at the hospital at 7am for my scheduled induction. I told my intended parents to take their time getting there. I knew it would be a while before things started happening, and figured they would enjoy being able to sleep in, or rest up a bit before they officially became parents.
The nurse checked my cervix- I was still only 2cm dialated. Also, the doctor did a quick ultrasound to make sure baby was still head down. Thankfully, although she was still pretty high up, she was head down! All morning long, I was given fluids, antibiotics (I tested positive for group b strep), and Pitocin through my IV. I was having contractions, but nothing consistent. By afternoon, even with the high dose of Pitocin, I was still only 3cm dialated. The doctor decided to break my water. I was warned that the contractions would probably get very intense, very quickly after they broke my water from the high dose of Pitocin.
About 30 minutes after breaking my water, my contractions were getting stronger, so I decided to get an epidural. It took a little while for it to fully work, but it was well worth it. I was soon 6cm dialated! Sean and the intended father ran to Chipotle to grab a quick dinner. Luckily, they weren’t gone long, because I very quickly became 8cm dialated. My epidural also stopped working. The nurse called the anesthesiologist, but she was with another patient. By the time she arrived, it was too late, and I was waiting to push!
My doctor arrived just as I was getting ready to start pushing. After pushing through a few contractions, I suddenly had nurses and doctors pushing on my stomach. The baby’s shoulder was stuck on my pelvis. I continued to push while the nurses and doctors tried to move the baby. Finally, after what seemed like forever (and ended up only being about 15 minutes) a beautiful baby girl was placed on my stomach. Her father cut the cord, and she was moved over to the warming bed to be monitored and cleaned.The parents then took her to their room so they could do skin to skin, and I could deliver the ugly twin (my placenta). It didn’t want to come out. I had the same problem with my first pregnancy, which ended in a whole lot of blood loss. After massaging my stomach for about 20 minutes, it finally decided to come out. The doctor stitched me up,and I was finally able to breath a sigh of relief.
Baby was 8lbs. 15oz. and 20 inches long. She is healthy and perfect in every way. I don’t even know how to put into words the joy and excitement I have for their family. My IP’s (intended parents) are now P’s, and I did that! They are so in love with her. She already has her daddy wrapped around her little finger. My mom brought my kids to meet the baby, but they were more interested in the cool hospital bed!
I was discharged on Tuesday, about 24 hours after the birth. Baby and her parents stayed until Thursday morning. Once they were discharged, they stopped by my house to pick up the milk I had pumped. (I plan on pumping and shipping them milk for a few months). I hate that they aren’t local, but I’m looking forward to seeing them again, hopefully soon!