Okay, so here is the story. Its pretty uneventful but I'm grateful for that. I had an OB appointment on Wednesday, October 12. While I was there my OB could see that I was ready to have my baby so he said we could talk induction, but first he had to check me. (I should point out that I was hoping to have my sweet Jackson on Friday, October 14. That had been y "goal" for about the last two months of my pregnancy. I was hoping he would induce me that day if I hadn't gone into labor.) So after checking me, I was only 1cm dialated and 70% effaced, he decided my cervix was not where he wanted it to be for an induction, so the plan was to come back on Friday to be checked again. At that appointment he was going to determine whether I would come in Sunday night to help my cervix soften or whether I would come in on Monday morning and go right to the pitocin. While he was checking my cervix my OB did strip my membranes. His goal was to encourage my cervix to finish softening so that at my Friday appointment he could tell me to come on in on Monday morning.
I went home from my appointment a little bummed, because I was hoping to be able to be induced on Friday. Neither my OB, nor myself expected stripping my membranes would do much. I spent the rest of the afternoon with small contractions, which I was told was common after having membranes stripped, but they went away as the day went on. They were completely gone by the time I went to bed.
Thursday morning I woke up and had breakfast, feeling pretty good. As the morning went on I started havin little contractions again. I decided to get up and start doing things around the house, so I vacuumed the house, stairs and all, swept and mopped the kitchen floor, did the dishes, etc. I would take breaks in between and noticed that my contractions were constant no matter what my activity level was, a good sign. I still didn't think I was actually in labor but I knew I was heading in the right direction and was hopeful that maybe I'd go into laor over the weekend.
The contractions continued, irregularly throughout the day. Right about the time Asher got home from school, around 7:30 my contractions started to become pretty regular and started to gain strength. We started timing them, they were coming about every five minutes and lasted anywhere from 45 to 80 seconds. I was instructed to call when they had been every five minutes or less and lasting 60 seconds or more for two consecutive hours. Around 8:30 I had about 7 minutes between contractions so we started over. About 8:45 I decided to take a shower, just in case. I would shout out to Asher when a contraction started and then when it ended. I got out of the shower and my contractions were really picking up in intensity. I got dressed and just laid on my left side. At that point I decided maybe we should call, even though it hadn't been two strait hours. While talking to the on-call service I had to pass the phone off to Asher due to the strength of my contractions. The on-call doctor called back about five minutes later and started asking Asher questions about my last appointment. She asked him about my cervix and he turned to ask me, I just held up my hand to tell him it would be a minute before I could answer. He told the doctor it would be a minute because I was having a contraction, and she asked "you can tell she's having a contraction just by looking at her?" He said yes, and she told us to just come on in, so we grabbed our bag and a few other things and headed out the door.
We got to the hospital about 10 or 10:15 and they took me up to L&D where they had my room ready for me. We went in, I changed, etc., the nurse checked my cervix (I was 4cm) and they decided I needed to drink lots of water and walk for an hour, just to make sure I wasn't just dehydrated because they didn't want to admit me just to have no progress and end up having to send me home. The nurse did make a point to tell me she didn't think I'd be going home, but they had to cover their bases. So I got a big cup of water, drank it all and refilled it before we started walking.
We walked down to the cafeteria, and back up to the maternity floor. We checked out where the nursery was and walked around the post partum wing stopping for each contraction. After about 45 minutes we went back to our room so I could use the restroom. I told them I didn't think I could keep walking and they said that was fine, they would check me again. I was 6cm. They admitted me in and got me all hooked up.
We settled into our room and I called my parents to let them know we'd been admitted and we'd call them when I was dilated to an 8 or 9. The doctor came in and checked me and then left to perform a c-section. Shortly after we got all hooked up the alarms at the nurses station kept going off signaling an issue with Jackson's heart rate. The nurse came in and would move the fetal heart monitor, because his heart rate was not dropping like the alarm was indicating. This happened several ties and then they realized he had an arhythmea. They kept adjusting the heart monitor for about another hour and then decided to place an internal monitor.
I had been planning on and epidural but had to wait until the nurse anesthetician was finished with the c-section. I was given someting through my iv to help take the edge off. It was around midnight at this point. At 1 the nurse anesthetician came in to give me my epidural, he tried for an hour but couldn't get it in, so he decided we both needed a break and said he would come back later. Around 3 or 4, he came back to try again, after about 10 tries he finally got the epidural in. It only worked on one side and then wore off after about 2 hours. Between epidural attempts the nurse checked me again and I was dilated to an 8/9 and she broke my water so we called my parents and let them know. When she broke my water she told me there was meconium in the fluid, he was ready to come.
After a while the doctor came back in to check me again. I was still at an 8/9, and had been for a few hours. The doctor said she thought I would have had the baby hours ago, so she was going to put in a call to my OB and the OB that was coming in to replace her to discuss c-section. As soon as she left the room I started crying. I didn't go all night just to end up in a c-section. The doctor came back and decided to place something that would register the strength of my contractions more accurately. The nurses place the device, then turned me on my left side. Then came shift change. My new nurses decided that they were going to try moving me to my right side to see if that might push me that last little bit. Meanwhile my parents had arrived and been in to say hi, a couple of times, and were now waiting in the waiting room. Asher had gone out after the c-section was mentioned to fill them in and my grandma had just arrived with breakfast and my sister was on her way. My family didn't get another update.
After about 45 minutes on my right side I felt a REALLY strong urge to push, (I'd been fighting the urge for about 2 hours) and Asher went and told one of my nurses. She came in and checked me and declared I could push, thank goodness! I pushed a few times and then the new OB came in and everything started happening really fast. (I was thrilled because at this point I'd been awake for about 24 hours) They dropped the foot of the bed, and got me ready. Jacksons nurses came in as well as the respiratory team, since there was meconium in the amniotic fluid. I pushed for 10 minutes and out he came. He gasped at first, but then was able to breath on his own. They inserted a tube into his stomach to clear it of any meconium he may have swallowed but it came out clear. Yay! There were no complications as a result of the meconium. He was covered in green yuck, so his nurses cleaned him up before I held him while the doctor finished with me. I had to let the doctor know I could feel everything as she started to stitch me, ouch, and she looked up surprised and assured me they would give me a local then.
I went home from my appointment a little bummed, because I was hoping to be able to be induced on Friday. Neither my OB, nor myself expected stripping my membranes would do much. I spent the rest of the afternoon with small contractions, which I was told was common after having membranes stripped, but they went away as the day went on. They were completely gone by the time I went to bed.
Thursday morning I woke up and had breakfast, feeling pretty good. As the morning went on I started havin little contractions again. I decided to get up and start doing things around the house, so I vacuumed the house, stairs and all, swept and mopped the kitchen floor, did the dishes, etc. I would take breaks in between and noticed that my contractions were constant no matter what my activity level was, a good sign. I still didn't think I was actually in labor but I knew I was heading in the right direction and was hopeful that maybe I'd go into laor over the weekend.
The contractions continued, irregularly throughout the day. Right about the time Asher got home from school, around 7:30 my contractions started to become pretty regular and started to gain strength. We started timing them, they were coming about every five minutes and lasted anywhere from 45 to 80 seconds. I was instructed to call when they had been every five minutes or less and lasting 60 seconds or more for two consecutive hours. Around 8:30 I had about 7 minutes between contractions so we started over. About 8:45 I decided to take a shower, just in case. I would shout out to Asher when a contraction started and then when it ended. I got out of the shower and my contractions were really picking up in intensity. I got dressed and just laid on my left side. At that point I decided maybe we should call, even though it hadn't been two strait hours. While talking to the on-call service I had to pass the phone off to Asher due to the strength of my contractions. The on-call doctor called back about five minutes later and started asking Asher questions about my last appointment. She asked him about my cervix and he turned to ask me, I just held up my hand to tell him it would be a minute before I could answer. He told the doctor it would be a minute because I was having a contraction, and she asked "you can tell she's having a contraction just by looking at her?" He said yes, and she told us to just come on in, so we grabbed our bag and a few other things and headed out the door.
We got to the hospital about 10 or 10:15 and they took me up to L&D where they had my room ready for me. We went in, I changed, etc., the nurse checked my cervix (I was 4cm) and they decided I needed to drink lots of water and walk for an hour, just to make sure I wasn't just dehydrated because they didn't want to admit me just to have no progress and end up having to send me home. The nurse did make a point to tell me she didn't think I'd be going home, but they had to cover their bases. So I got a big cup of water, drank it all and refilled it before we started walking.
We walked down to the cafeteria, and back up to the maternity floor. We checked out where the nursery was and walked around the post partum wing stopping for each contraction. After about 45 minutes we went back to our room so I could use the restroom. I told them I didn't think I could keep walking and they said that was fine, they would check me again. I was 6cm. They admitted me in and got me all hooked up.
We settled into our room and I called my parents to let them know we'd been admitted and we'd call them when I was dilated to an 8 or 9. The doctor came in and checked me and then left to perform a c-section. Shortly after we got all hooked up the alarms at the nurses station kept going off signaling an issue with Jackson's heart rate. The nurse came in and would move the fetal heart monitor, because his heart rate was not dropping like the alarm was indicating. This happened several ties and then they realized he had an arhythmea. They kept adjusting the heart monitor for about another hour and then decided to place an internal monitor.
I had been planning on and epidural but had to wait until the nurse anesthetician was finished with the c-section. I was given someting through my iv to help take the edge off. It was around midnight at this point. At 1 the nurse anesthetician came in to give me my epidural, he tried for an hour but couldn't get it in, so he decided we both needed a break and said he would come back later. Around 3 or 4, he came back to try again, after about 10 tries he finally got the epidural in. It only worked on one side and then wore off after about 2 hours. Between epidural attempts the nurse checked me again and I was dilated to an 8/9 and she broke my water so we called my parents and let them know. When she broke my water she told me there was meconium in the fluid, he was ready to come.
After a while the doctor came back in to check me again. I was still at an 8/9, and had been for a few hours. The doctor said she thought I would have had the baby hours ago, so she was going to put in a call to my OB and the OB that was coming in to replace her to discuss c-section. As soon as she left the room I started crying. I didn't go all night just to end up in a c-section. The doctor came back and decided to place something that would register the strength of my contractions more accurately. The nurses place the device, then turned me on my left side. Then came shift change. My new nurses decided that they were going to try moving me to my right side to see if that might push me that last little bit. Meanwhile my parents had arrived and been in to say hi, a couple of times, and were now waiting in the waiting room. Asher had gone out after the c-section was mentioned to fill them in and my grandma had just arrived with breakfast and my sister was on her way. My family didn't get another update.
After about 45 minutes on my right side I felt a REALLY strong urge to push, (I'd been fighting the urge for about 2 hours) and Asher went and told one of my nurses. She came in and checked me and declared I could push, thank goodness! I pushed a few times and then the new OB came in and everything started happening really fast. (I was thrilled because at this point I'd been awake for about 24 hours) They dropped the foot of the bed, and got me ready. Jacksons nurses came in as well as the respiratory team, since there was meconium in the amniotic fluid. I pushed for 10 minutes and out he came. He gasped at first, but then was able to breath on his own. They inserted a tube into his stomach to clear it of any meconium he may have swallowed but it came out clear. Yay! There were no complications as a result of the meconium. He was covered in green yuck, so his nurses cleaned him up before I held him while the doctor finished with me. I had to let the doctor know I could feel everything as she started to stitch me, ouch, and she looked up surprised and assured me they would give me a local then.
When they were done with me, Asher went and told my family and they all came in to meet the newest addition. The last baby born in my family was ten years before, so everyone was eager to meet Jackson. They visited and loved on Jackson until they came to take him to the nursery to warm him up. My niece and nephews and my brother-in-law showed up just as they were taking Jackson to the nursery and got to see him real quick before coming to say hi to me. Everyone left and I was taken to my post partum room where I waited for Asher to come back from the nursery. It was about 10 or 11 at this point so we ordered breakfast and ate. Right after we ate the nursery called to let Asher know they were going to give Jackson his first bath so he left me to go do that. The rest of the day was filled with visitors and getting to know our sweet little boy.
