On Thursday the 8
th, I started having false labor. The contractions were lovely and easy - but i knew they weren't real. Then, almost my entire family was out of town and
bo's mom had just driven all the way home to NC the night before.
So Monday evening, when I had very different contractions, I almost didn't recognize them for what they were. the pains were entirely in my pelvis - no back pain or pain anywhere else. Bo was working until 11, and i thought - well this could
definitely be it when they were 20 minutes apart. I decided to go to bed early (you know, just in case
I'd need the sleep later) and at 10:40 pm, I jumped out of bed and my water broke. I couldn't believe it. I thought to myself - "really? Is this really happening??" So I called Bo, my mom, dad and doctor. By the time Bo got home - contractions went from 15 minutes to 5 minutes apart. By the time we were in the car, they were only 3 minutes apart. We drove (very carefully) to the hospital and were quickly wheeled up to labor and delivery.
By the time I was up in the delivery room, I was only 2 cm
dilated and the pain was so bad that I knew my plans for a natural birth were out the window. I had been thinking about it for hours - but it really was the worst pain ever - and making the decision to get an
epidural was an
awful one for me. As it turns out, I probably shouldn't have made that call - it took an hour to put the
epidural in - getting stabbed over and over, with my chin on my chest (the best I could) and a
sprightly ~100 lb woman holding me down (emotionally and physically). Mind you it never takes more than 15 minutes for anyone to
receive an
epidural and the anesthesiologist almost gave up on me. I was able to keep it pretty light - even joking with the anesthesiologist after the hour of hell that I was put through. After the hour though, I felt pretty good. I could still feel the contractions, but they weren't bad. That is, until the
epidural wore off 30 minutes later. They couldn't give me another - it caused my heart rate to drop along with the baby's. They tried to 'boost' my pain
meds but nothing worked.
So basically it was all-natural regardless. While we're working through the contractions the best we could (my delivery nurse Beth was an absolute god-send), 3 computer monitors broke, the nurse broke the saline bag and my id bracelet wouldn't read in the computer. It was a complete comedy of errors at this point - and I was screaming to high-heaven (literally) in a panic anytime the contractions hit. I was shaking so bad from feeling cold and then sweating from the heat. My nurse guided us through all of it - and kept me from *completely* losing it.
At almost 5 am, we went from 4 cm
dilated to 9 in the course of an hour. They checked in on me, and I still wasn't 100% effaced yet - so no pushing just yet. Just after being checked, the baby's heart rate went from 147 to 70 in the course of 30 seconds. The doctor looked up apologizing, but said that we have to have an emergency c-section. Poor Bo couldn't even go because they had to put me under general anesthesia. All I cared about as we were wheeling down the hall was them putting me under. The pain was that unbearable. I was screaming (though I tried not to!) to 'just give me the anesthesia'. Afterwards, they said I was really polite about it and kept
everyone's spirits up about the whole thing. I don't know how much of that was true or if they were just placating me.
2 hours later, they woke me up in recovery and told me I had delivered a healthy, beautiful baby girl; born 6:10 am on Tuesday the 13th. I was then wheeled back to my room, where I saw my sister in the hall telling me that 'she was perfect'. (
Ahh, how could anyone see her before me!?! Oh well... as long as she was healthy!)
Then came the waiting. Another hour dragged on, and they finally
brought my daughter in to meet me. I tried to not get too anxious, but it was difficult waiting all that time. Then I saw her. The brown hair - the chubby cheeks - the perfect lips and skin. I couldn't believe it - she really was here - and she really was ours!
Her fingers and toes are
definitely mine - they are so very long. The nose looks like it belongs to her dad right now - and everything else is up in the air. I'm horrible at matching babies to their parents, but I swear sometimes I can see flashes of my sister Julie and brother Sean. My dad saw his dad in her, and my mom thought she looked like Bo.
So that's the story of how I met my daughter. All
beautiful 7lbs, 5 oz and 20.5 inches of her. I loved her from that very first minute - and more and more each day.